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Eight

You: Heeyyy Nv, why the FUCK haven't you been updating it's been like 8 fucking months jFC I DIDNT FOLLOW YOU AND VOTE AND COMMENT FOR YOU TO NOT WRITE ANYTHING >:(

Me: *glances around nervously* okay before you kill me my brain went into overdrive and was like 'holy shit hey look at all these ideas you duMb shIt WRITE THEM NOW !!!' And I was like 'hhHhhH that actually sounds great let me just WRITE THEM ALL DOWN AND COME UP WITH PLOTS AND CHARACTERS AnD START A FEW CHAPTERS OF EACH ONE IM SoRRY (also the end of the grading period was coming up and I need good grades or I won't even have my phone so yeah when it comes to that writing isn't my top priority)

So, I have like 8 stories in my works altogether and out of 6 maybe 1 will get published. I hope this will like...make up for my shittiness man. Lo siento.

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"Hey."

I looked up from my journal and smiled when Gerard walked in with wet hair, groaning in annoyance when he shook his head. I could see droplets of water on his shoulder turning his shirt gray as it soaked it in. He walked over and jumped onto my bed,  which made me laugh,  and he chuckled before sidling up closer to me, kissing my cheek. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Writing. I had to keep myself occupied while you used up all our hot water." I teased as I snapped the book shut. "Hey. Clean Gerard or dirty Gerard?" He shrugged his shoulders and I rolled my eyes. "My Gerard." I suggested. He wiggled his eyebrows and then sighed as he laid backwards. "Your Gerard."

"My mom said she'd be here by 2." I turned onto my stomach and kept myself up with my arms, clasping my hands together. Gerard had his hands behind his head and had his eyes closed, lashes touching his rosy looking cheeks delicately. I reached forward and held his face, momentarily dazzled by how pretty he was.

Without opening his eyes, Gerard reached a hand forward to wrap around my arm and then slid it up towards my own hand, holding it to his face as well.

"I love the internet." I whispered, smiling when Gerard started chuckling.

"Me too."

And right then I had the sudden thought of us breaking up. So many people put down the idea of dating someone over the internet and even though I've never seen a relationship like this with my own eyes, the probable future just kept pounding itself in my head. What if we break up next week? Or next month? What if Gerard really truly doesn't like what I do and say and how I go about certain things? What if he really doesn't like me the way I like him? Love him? Why did I keep thinking about us breaking up?

Because I did love him and I felt loved back... but people can be oscar-worthy actors when they choose to be. For my sake, I just hope he's a terrible one. I wouldn't be able to take the heartache.

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"I really hate popcorn. Nachos?" I bit my lip and gave my best pair of hopeful eyes. It was probably unnecessary though because Gerard just shrugged and asked for nachos, my inner self giving the air a punch of satisfaction.

"So pricey I'm gonna cry." Gerard said in a choked up voice as we began walking to our theater. "But worth it," I laughed. "Hell yeah. These are good." He mumbled. I smacked his arm when I heard him chomp down on another one just that quick. "Don't eat them yet or you'll eat them all!" I whined. "Fine." He huffed. I tucked our soda between my left arm and stacked up all our boxes of candy so they wouldn't fall. "Here." I jerked my head outside of number 8 and we headed inside. "Shit. Where do we sit?" Gerard asked.

Whenever I came to a movie and had to decide where to sit, I panicked. Every single time. It was incredibly stupid and made me feel pathetic because who's heart starts pumping so fast at having to choose a seat in a dark theater where no one gives to shit who you are and where you're sitting? Thank God Gerard doesn't know what goes on inside my stupid brain...