You can only imagine my panic when I woke up to the sound of Gerard and Mikey talking, considering what happened last time.
Thankfully, though, their voices were soft and even, and Gerard was stroking my hair gently. Still, I feigned sleep again.
"I've been sober for like, three years." Mikey teased in response to something Gerard had said. I felt the rumble of his laughter.
"That doesn't count."
"Well, I'm still sober, aren't I?"
"That's true. I'm proud of you." Gerard replied. The bed shifted, and I assumed it was because Mikey sat down.
"You should get help."
"I did get help, remember?" Gerard sighed.
"No, I mean, for the alcohol and the, uh, drugs." He said, sounding almost anxious. Gerard stiffened.
"I'm not doing drugs."
"Yes you are."
"Dude, really, I'm not. I'll talk to someone about the drinking, okay?" he said, his voice a bit too high. Mikey sighed.
"I thought you were happy, dude." he said. I felt pain shoot through my chest as I waited for Gerard's response. He kissed me on the top of the head, and I felt him smile.
"Mm. I am."
"Because of Frank?"
"And you. Both of you – you're all I need." He sighed, his fingers returning to their movements through my hair.
"Do you really wanna marry him?" Mikey asked hesitantly.
"Yes. God, yes. Mikey, he's perfect. Shit, just look at him." He said, lowering his voice a bit.
"Do you think he would?"
"I...no. Not really. He says so, but I think he's a bit weird about it. That's fine, I'll wait." He murmured, and I felt my stomach sink. He didn't think I'd marry him, even after I told him I would? That was so dumb I wanted to wake up and kick him. But of course, that would be even more dumb, so I stayed still.
"God, I've never seen you love anything so much." Mikey laughed.
"Mm. That's because I haven't. Except you, of course, but, uh-"
"Yeah. Different kind." Mikey laughed. Gerard chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"Mmm. Wake up, darling." He said gently, shaking me slightly. I let my eyelids flutter open and stretched.
"Wh-why?" I groaned, acting like I'd been asleep the whole time.
"I've got work to do, sweetheart." He sighed. I shook my head and latched my fingers around his neck.
"Nope. Staying here." I said stubbornly.
"Aw, c'mon." he groaned, trying to unlatch me.
"Nope. Sorry. Not happening."
"If I can't mark the essays, you can't pass English, and then you can't graduate." He said. I raised my eyebrows and grinned.
"It's a bit late to threaten me with that, right? Anyway, it's not even my class' work you're marking, dumbass."
Mikey laughed, and Gerard shot him a look, then turned back to me.
"If you don't let me up, I'll tell your Mom really bad things about you next week." He smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Huh?"
"Parent-Teacher interviews. Dumbass." He said, using my shock to dump me off of him.
"Oh shit no I forgot." I gasped. He laughed as he kissed me gently.
