Hey Angel Face sequel!!! Ahh, okay, we're picking up right where we left off! So, as you guys know, reader and Gerard went to the Snowball and had their little cute exchange. But what happened afterwards? Did they stay together? Are little things th...
"Y'know, if you really wanna change for the party, I can just, take you home." Gerard spoke as he sat on his bed while I stood by his drawers.
"Nah, I could probably pull off something of yours."
"Angel face, you could pull off anything." He spoke, falling backwards into his bed, then rolling over to look at me. I giggled.
"Let's see," I skipped the top drawer, remembering it held his undergarments, "No, no, ugh, let's do shirt first then."
"What? Nothin' good enough for ya? Why don't I pick it out!" He jumped up and began going through his shirt hangers with a short clink, "This one!" A Star Wars shirt too big for the both of us was handed my way.
"Why do you have so many baggy Star Wars shirts?" He shrugged.
"I saw this outfit on tv or something. I dunno, maybe it's dumb." He handed me a black belt.
"Dumb? What exactly are you thinking?"
"Well it was like, just an oversized shirt with a belt around the middle."
"Oh, of course you'd like that on me." I giggled.
"Why wouldn't I? My babe looks great in anything!" I kissed his cheek before going into the bathroom to change. My clothes from yesterday still sat nicely on the counter. Black long sleeve... I should wear it underneath...
Quickly, I pulled on the black long sleeve. When I slipped on the t-shirt, I couldn't help but take in the smell of my boyfriend. My insides felt warm and comforted by the mix of cigarettes, coffee, and pinch of cologne. Ugh... I love it so much...
Finally, I finished changing into the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad Gerard... not bad...
(Smthn like this except Star Wars and it's longer and not so fancy belt)
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Once I stepped out, Gerard's eyes were glued to me.
"Wow, angel face, you look so good." A giggle escaped my lips.
"Aw, punk boy..." He brought his arms around my waist as mine went around his neck.
"Damn, you're gorgeous," He chuckled. Instinctively, I rolled my eyes. A pair of lips were pressed to mine instantly, "Angel face..."
"Punk boy..." He smirked, then kissed me again. There was a knock at the door, but he kept kissing me.
"Ignore it..." He whispered against my lips, but there was another knock.
"Gerard!? You guys aren't doing... things... are you!?" Mikey asked. Punk boy sighed, then pulled away.
"No Mikes! We're not doing anything!"
"Oh good..." The door opened, and Mikey ran down the stairs. He got a good look at the two of us, still holding each other, "Liar!" Mikey's fingers were held over his eyes again.
