Drums Of The City Rain (Gerard Way Fanfic)

Chapter 12

Okay, so I think I said that it was winter, but I don't know which chapter it was in, I'll try to go back and fix it, but I can't remember which chapter that was in. It's actually spring, about late May. 

~Dawn's POV~ 

Gerard and I's project was almost done, the science fair was soon too. We had been working on it for awhile and it was about done. Gerard came over a lot, not that I really minded. I've actually started to trust him. Of course I was still slightly paranoid.

"Do you need help with those?" Patrick asked me, breaking me out of my train of thought. I shrugged and he took a few of my books out of my hands. We walked down the hall, to my locker right before lunch. Gerard had a class during lunch now, so I sat with Patrick.

We put them in my locker and I gave a smile as a 'thank you'. I grabbed my bag out and reached inside after unzipping it. I grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from inside, and Patrick grabbed a sandwich from his bag too.  

We walked side-by-side out, not to the lunchroom. We decided to eat outside, back in the little playground. We stepped out of the noisy school hallway and into the chilly air outside. The wind blew against us, but not too hard. I fixed my scarf and pulled my jacket closer to me.  

The grass was muddy, and I avoided puddles, not wanting to get my combat boots boots wet. Patrick pulled on his green and grey sweater, and shivered a bit. We walked to the basketball court, and then up the path to the playground. The court was cement, and the path was grass and dirt, it was muddy, slippery and uneven. 

I took a step forward, and my foot slipped, making me trip and fall. Patrick quickly caught me, keeping me from falling into the mud. He gave a light laugh. "You okay?" I nodded. 

We made it to the swings and sat down, after trying our best to dry them off. I opened my bag and began to eat my lunch. Patrick had a few things, he had his sandwich, but I wasn't sure what else was in the little paper bag. The wind blew the leaves on the trees around as well as the grass. The sky was grey, blanketed with clouds that threatened rain. 

I pushed my swing back and forth lightly, it made a creaking sound as I did so. My feet barely touched the ground as I kicked back and forth. Patrick handed me something, and I looked down at his hand to see that it was a little chocolate chip cookie. 

"My mom made them. Do you want one?" He asked, taking a bite of his own. I was hesitant to take food from someone else. It looked chewy and tasty. He nudged it forward a bit, and I finally decided to take it. He gave a small smile, as did I. 

I bit into it. It was delicious. 

"Good, huh?" He said with a full mouthful, he son swallowed it though. I nodded as he put his lunch away. He grabbed a book out of his lunch bag. "I brought a book, I think you might like it." 

He held up a book that said "The Hobbit' The author was named J.R.R Tolkien. I've head of it, but never actually read it. I shrugged and he opened the book, the pages was thin and he turned it to page one.  

"Chapter I: AN UNEXPECTED PARTY." He began. 

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit." He read passionately. "Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."  

"What do you think of it so far?" He asked, looking up from it, adjusting his hat. I nodded and looked over at the book as he continued. 

"It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.