I'd have liked to think that he was joking, at first, but in reality, I knew he probably wasn't.
Gerard was one of those people that kept themselves up until 2am, drinking coffee and drawing, and then crashed at noon the next day. It was for this reason that I wasn't at all surprised when I woke up to a text from him that'd been sent at 6am.
FROM: Gee.
(6:09am)
I think you need to come see me before school today. We need to talk.
My mind automatically ran to all the bad stuff I'd done in the last week, but I couldn't find anything. Actually, seeing as I'd spent the last week sucking up to him so he'd say nice stuff to my Mom, I really couldn't find anything he'd be mad about. Add to that the fact he'd said such nice things to my Mom about me, I thought we were fine.
Sure, there was that stupid little argument we'd had, but he said we were fine, right?
TO: Gee.
(7:39am)
Why, what's up?
He didn't reply straight away, which worried me. He had to get to school even earlier than I did, so he was definitely awake. As I got ready, I checked my phone constantly, my face falling each time he didn't reply.
As it happened, when I checked my phone just after leaving the house, he'd replied a whole 7 minutes before and I'd missed it.
FROM: Gee.
(8:01am)
Be at my classroom in ten minutes.
I groaned, because shit, he knew that I left my house at 8, and he also knew that it took me 15 minutes to walk to school. Still, I wasn't surprised in the least that he expected me to bend the space-time continuum for him. Who needs physics, right?
I ended up bursting into his classroom at just before quarter past 8, because apparently, time and space don't bend to the will of Gerard Way.
Who knew, right?
He looked utterly bored when he looked up and sighed.
"You're almost five minutes late. Lock the door."
"Sorry." I breathed, and did as he asked. I walked over to his desk and leaned in for a kiss, but he just glared and shifted away. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I, once again, tried to work out what I'd done to make him so angry.
"That's exactly what I want to talk about." He said, rising from his desk.
"What?"
"You're far too comfortable with me and honestly, it's annoying." He said bluntly. I felt all the air rush out of my lungs. Okay then.
"Oh."
"What?"
"I wasn't expecting that. Y'know... considering..." I mumbled, shuffling my feet on the floor. I was amazed at myself that I hadn't started crying yet, because I felt like I could actually feel every cell in my body that was shriveling at his words. I barely heard his next words over the racing of my heart and the pounding in my head.
"That's partly my fault. But you're right, Frank. It might have been better if we'd just fucked the once, right? I mean, who really wants a relationship?" he said, flaring his nostrils. I groaned.
"Gee, I didn't mean that." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"Don't call me that. And yes, you did. And I mean it too."
"Gee, please." I breathed. He slammed his hand on the desk.
"I fucking mean it, Frank. Stop calling me that. Shit." He said, running a hand through his hair.
"So, what? You're...what?" I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes, my lip trembling softly. He shrugged.
"I don't know."
