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Chapter 3

Gerard slid down the stairs railing, trying to be the least bit entertaining for a girl who hadn't smiled since they arrived.

"Watch it, you might fall." She warned, beautiful baby blue eyes doused in worry.

"Me? Fall?" He jumped off the railing and landed on his feet, taking a bow.

She smiled, but it was a half smile, and our Gee didn't take half smiles.

It was either nothing, or all the way.

Layla slid around him, brushing against him gentally. She brought him into the kitchen, which, for a small house, was huge. She reached up and tried to get the to the top shelf. Failing numerous times, she looked at Gerard and smiled sympathetically.

Nahh. He wasn't taking sympathetic smiles either. Gee rolled his eyes, and smiled that smile that he gave fangirls, who instantly screamed louder then they already were. He reached up past her and opened the oak door. He looked down at her. "What the hell? He has a billion. Which one do you like?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. It has a colorful design on the front though."

"Can't remember the name of it?" Gee laughed at he scanned the shelf looking for a bright bottle of anything.

"I was probably to drunk to remember." She laughed.

He shuttered at the word 'drunk.' He'd heard it to many times to enjoy hearing it, like he had in highschool.

"You okay?" Layla sat down on the counter as she stared up at the frozen singer.

"What? Oh, ha, yeah, I'm fine." Gerard pushed a few bottles out of the way and strained to reach the one in the back. Grabbing the neck of it, he held it out like a dead goose and handed it to her. "This is it?"

"It looks familiar enough." She blinked. "I'm thinking so, wanna open it?" She handed it back to him.

"Psh, why not???" He laughed and grabbed a corkscrew off the table. He jammed it into the bottle and twisted it.

"So, your brother and everyone was telling me about how you draw...really well." Layla chirped up.

"Yeah. I don't know about really well though."

"Aww, come on, don't be modest." She laughed as she took the bottle from him.

His hands lingered on the bottle momentarily, staring at her eyes. She broke away and grabbed the bottle and spun around to the stairs.

"I guess so. I never really was allowed to play outside when I was younger, living in a dangerous neighborhood and all," He stopped and followed her as she strode up the stairs. "So, I would invent imaginary places in my head, with so much detail that I felt the need to make them come to life."

"Creepy." She turned around to face him, only to trip over something called fate, and landed right in his arms.

Gerard laughed, which was tinted with a nervous vibe in it. "Nice."

She stepped back a little, her arms near his shoulders. He was holding her upper arms, still in shock from the sudden fall. "Thanks." She bit her lip and gave him a hug, stepping back and climbing over the remaining stairs. "I'm such a spaz sometimes."

"Oh, yeah, no problem." Gerard shrugged, really not minding it. "I can't say I do the same though." She laughed to herself, laugh full of sky.

They walked into the room, which had just exploded into the thick fog of laughter.

"What happened?" Layla said as she jumped onto the bed, next to Emma.

"Oh, this picture." Frank held up the book, which Ray took to Gee and Layla could have a better look.

It was an young woman, who happened to have extreamly big boobs. "Mikeys girlfriend."

"Are you ******** me!?" Mikey growled at Ray.

"Not yet." Emma laughed, smiling to Mikey.

Ryan threw a pillow at her and took the book. "Gerard, stop staring." He laughed.

"Me?? No way, I hated Ms. Van der Woodsen. She was horrible to me."

"Didn't she like...try to seduce that one seinor?" Jackson said, taking a long puff from a cigarette, which Gee didn't notice he had before. He eyed it, longingly.

"Yeah, like...James Harrington or something." Emma mumbled.

"Erm...Jackson..." Gerard started.

"Yeah?" He exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Can I...?"

Jackson rolled his eyes and dove under the bed, grabbing the pack which had fallen from his lap and slid under the bed. "Take as many as you need."

"Which should only be one." Mikey prompted.

Gerard shrugged, ignoring his 4 band members concered looks. Though he smoke normally, recently, he had not been as active.

"Yeah. I'm just...having one." Gerard caught the lighter thrown to him by Ryan.
Only one... What he had been saying since Highschool. Since he had had his first cigarette as a freshman. In HighSchool, they had been his only comfort aside from drawing.

Do you really think Gee would only smoke and drink only one?

Comments: Sorry if this isn't what people wanted for the next chapter. Again, if you have any ideas...aside from your...conversation...would be nice =]

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