Adopted By Gerard Way

Chapter 5

I tried my best not to think about last night's events, but it nagged dully at the back of my mind. 

Gerard was by my side the entire night until I fell asleep, and he was still there when I woke up, curled up next to me, and I was glad that I had a double bed or else he probably would've fallen in the middle of the night.

Thankfully he hadn't and was sound asleep, mouth hanging open ever so slightly and snoring lightly. Our arms and legs were tangled together, making the process of getting out of bed that much harder.

I climbed over him carefully, untangling myself from his warm hug, and stepped down onto my fluffy carpet, feeling the soft texture in between my toes. Wriggling my remaining limbs from Gerard's grasp, I hopped away from the bed. 

I wondered how long I lay there, listening to Gerard's gentle snores as he slept peacefully whilst dark thoughts filled my brain. But I couldn't wake him. Not after dealing with me and my stupid nightmares. Gerard probably doesn't mind staying up to be there for me. I mind though. And I hate having these flashbacks and nightmares every night to the point where I wake up Gerard each time.

He's my Dad now. He's supposed to be there for me. I just feel like a burden whenever he stumbles into my room with dark circles under his tired eyes. 

My head was throbbing and I headed down to the kitchen, pulling some ice out of the freezer and wrapping it in a cloth I found in one of the drawers. I pressed it against my temple, and it sort of helped.

Tiredly, I began preparing breakfast for the both of us. I took some bread slices, toasting them until they were a nice brown colour and slathered a load of butter onto them. I'm not sure whether that's how Gerard likes them, but who doesn't love a ton of butter?

On the counter was also a little speaker, which I decided to connect my phone to. Before I knew it, I was dancing around the kitchen as I ran around, grabbing plates and glasses from random cupboards. 

It didn't feel like I was intruding every time I opened up the fridge or grabbed a fork from the drawer to my left. Usually, I'd be shaking with fear before I could even ask anyone if I can take something from the kitchen.

Something about living with Gerard was just different. It's not just welcoming; it's much more than that. The walls close in on me in a way like I'm being hugged and protected, and the entire structure just screams home. Because this is what Gerard Way's house is now. This place is my home.

Maybe it's also the way Gerard acts around me, and how nice he's been. He'll ask me if I'm okay from time to time and will spend as much time with me as he can. He'll do things for me, even when I tell him he doesn't have to. And he's just so open to everything I have to say.

His presence instantly calms me down, which is something I haven't experienced in a long time. There's something about Gerard that I just can't pinpoint. 

Though I've barely been with Gerard for long, I'm already massively comfortable in this large house of his. As of right now, I'm dancing the night away (or the morning away, you could say). Maybe my music is way too loud and I could possibly wake Gerard in any moment, although the guy could sleep through the apocalypse. 

Toast? Done.

Coffee? Perfect.

Eggs? Cooking.

My egg frying skills aren't exactly the best; Gerard's just going to have to live with that. Well, it's not exactly terrible but it isn't as good as how he makes eggs. Making sunny side-up eggs is pretty basic, but knowing me, I'll find a way to fuck it up.

Subtle sizzles filled my ears as I poked and prodded the egg, wondering if it was done. Gerard could help me with this. He's asleep now though, and I wanna do something for him! Asking him how to fry an egg would just ruin everything.