My Childish Romance

Chapter 3

uh hi :D if anybody's acctually reading this then feedback would be great! oh and sorry for the spelling mistakes, im lazy :p

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Gerards P.O.V

i was now regretting telling Chris i'd help his with the english homework for tommorow. I dont really want to confront Evelyn. I know she's mad and i feel terrible, so guilty that i did it again, i swore i never would, but i did. I pull the sleeves of my hoodie down to make sure its covered. I just wanted to be a tease, be attractive. Im trying so hard to get back what im missing but, even with time this doesnt get much easier. I'll never stop seeing that girl in my dreams that turn to nightmares. i'll never get over what happened to her. What happened because of me....   "you coming?" Chris becons, holding his front door open for me. I nod slowly and follow him in. I keep my face an indefferent mask again. i had slowly been learning how to show my emotions again but, id rather lock them away ant throw away the key. i do less harm that way... to others at least.

Im barely one foot in the door when i see her pale skin flush with, well everything really, as she steps out of the kitchen. I force half of a smile. i get a frown in return. 

"well i can see you two are so full of joy for each other so, uh, i'll be a minute." chis mutters sensing the tension at last. " hey mum, dad!" he yells upstairs as he goes. then we're alone. i close the door awkwardly behind me. I just stand here, geniunly no idea what i should be doing.

"hi." Evelyns voice cuts the silence, sharp as a double bladed knife. speaking hadnt even occured to me till that. Although she doesnt really want to talk to me, i can tell.

"hi" she looks me up and down with elevator eyes but not the kind i ussually get. more curious than spitefull. "i um... sorry for the diary, chris insisted but i cant say it wasnt my fault too" i say blatantly.

"i know... sorry i just have some stuff i dont want people reading in there..." she bites her lower lip again. i feel a flash of embarassment as i get the suden image of her lips against mine. ridiculous. i mentally slap myself in the face. "what exactly did you read, in my diary?" her soft features take on sharper angles.

"uh... not much" i mutter. to lie or not to lie? that is the question. " your lyrics, they're good."

"what!? i thought you would have just seen a little entry or two like 'the new guy' and stuff!" she cries with urgency but at a low volume.

"i did but one of you're songs caught my eye." i say honestly.she's silent for a moment. probably deciding if im legit.

" hey sorry 'bout that!" chris thunders down the stairs lika a retarded elephant. "mum and dad are going out, wont be back till late tonight." I presume the adults following him is Mr and Mrs Giles. 

"theres money on the dinner table okay love?" Mrs Giles, a brunette woman with rosy cheeks gives Evelyn a hug. they take thier leave.

"so the project?" i remind them.

"or, we could do that later." Evleyn procrastinates.

Evelyns P.O.V

i hate schoolwork. natrually i hate homework even more.

"lets go out and rent a movie or get a chippy or pizza" Chris agrees.

"Gee?" i ask. trying to forgive him for looking through my stuff because i know what Chris can be like. Oblivious, pushy brother, whom i am yet to get revenge on.

"gee?" he asks. Um, oops. he laughs but he forces it. " right then Evie" he flashes a white toothed smile.

" I'll call a taxi" Chris says reluctantly. Poor kid, wished he could say ' i'll drive' instead. I hear him mentally scolding me once again so i shoot him a look reminding him im out to get him.