|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 3:27 am
Rating = [PG-13/R]
Okay, just so everyone knows: I have two other stories posted in here, one of them sort of died but the other ('Sometimes It Just Feels Better To Fit In') is still going, but it's sort of nice to have two to write. . . for some reason.
I rated this PG-13 for exactly the same reason as my other; the language. . . I stuck the /R on for good measure cause I'm still not sure about the rating. It's a sort of 'just in case' measure. Yeah, it shouldn't go above PG-13, but it may.
Okay, on with the show:
***
I’m in love with you.
I’m in love with the way you shake the hair out of your eyes.
I’m in love with your nervous little giggles you can’t quite control.
I’m in love with the way you walk - shaking your hips, dripping arrogance… almost effeminate.
I’m in love with the fact that your eyes sparkle when you talk.
I hate the way I can never have you… can be so close to you and it would be so wrong to tell you how I feel. Because of you I hate my best friend… because you love her, and I have to listen to you tell her every day.
You see, I’m in love with my best friend’s boyfriend. God, it’s even worse written down… it makes it sound serious and confirmed. I can’t even stand it written down. There, now I don't have to. Of course, you know, if anyone found this I'd be dead. . . honestly. . . I may as well curl up and die on the spot.
Sometimes I wish I could just go blind. Then I wouldn’t have to see them. But then I’d have to go deaf too so I wouldn’t have to hear them. The worst of it all is having to study with them. It just so happened that tonight is one of those nights.
“I love you, Gerard…”
“You too, sweetness,” his eyes didn’t even leave the book he was reading, but his hand groped sideways and sought her’s. I was seated opposite them and dropped my gaze to the blank piece of lined paper that lay untouched in front of me. My grip tightened around my pen.
“You know, you two should get a room,” I muttered in a sing-song voice, forced through gritted teeth. They exchanged somewhat knowing glances and grinned apologetically. Y’see, this is what they did… behaved like they were in some secret club that no-one else could join. Even me. Rolling my eyes discreetly as she kissed him on the cheek, I made over-exaggerated gagging noises. Y’see… this is what I did… behaved childish in a desperate attempt to hide everything.
My gaze found the clock that hung over the mantel. 5:16. Urg. A whole hour with the love-bugs ahead. Perfect. Excuse me while I go and throw up about something else. I looked down to see my left hand shaking with repressed feeling. I hid it under the coffee table we were sitting at. My best friend… Liza Hartley. She was perfect; too perfect. She had this blonde hair that was straight… and I mean ruler-straight… and these blue eyes you could only imagine on a cherub. Her figure was also maddeningly beautiful. Not too round and not too skinny. Unlike me who was short and stick thin... I was only so because I’d spent a lot of time in hospital as a kid. That was because I’d had pneumonia, not for some overly-dramatic thing. See, I can’t even be interesting in that sense.
“Are you okay, Kath?”
“Fine,” I almost snapped, but looked up to see Liza looking back at me, hurt. “Sorry… I’m fine,” I repeated.
“Good,” she replied bluntly, returning her attention to Gerard and tangling her fingers in his hair. He still kept his eyes gliding across the page he was reading in his Physics textbook. My eyes on the other hand went crashing down, to the still-blank page. With my shaking hand I began writing the title of the English essay that was due tomorrow. Ah, ‘An Inspector Calls’. Literature designed to bore the crap out of me and nearly everyone else. Mind you, it wasn’t just reading it… it was discussing the damn thing that bored me most. A sigh passed my lips and I glanced back up at the angel-in-human-form that sat across from me. His black hair hung around his shoulders, framing his soft features… his hazel eyes… those lips that curled into an easy smile. His pale skin gave him that ghostly look that… well… plainly made me melt inside. Currently dressed in jeans and a Maiden tee, he moved to lean his chin gently against the palm of his hand, his elbow propped up on the coffee table… my coffee table. Liza didn’t even like Maiden… I don’t know what they actually had in common. Another sigh pushed its way out as I waited for the hour to end.
***
So... worth continuing? Thoughts in general?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 6:27 am
I definitely like and would be willing to read more! xd
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:16 pm
Once more it's short... but I'm working on a longer one for next time, kay?
***
6:15... The end of the study-session from hell. I was hosting the session tonight, and now all I had to wait for was their parents to come and take them away. And they were taking their time. My phone trilled, and I crawled to my feet before answering it in my ‘telephone voice’.
“Hello, Hartley Residence… can I help?”
“Hello, is that Kathryn?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
“It’s Donna Way, Gerard’s mom. Can you tell him I’m gonna be about half an hour late to pick him up from your house? It’s just that his brother’s not done with-”
“It’s okay, let me just get him for you,” I rolled my eyes discreetly before covering the mouthpiece and raising my voice, “Gerard, your mom’s on the phone.” He hurried to the phone and took it off of me, offering me a half-smile that melted my knees. Taking control of my troublesome joints I returned to the lounge, sitting opposite Liza who had a dreamy expression on her face. I snapped impatiently in front of her glazed eyes.
“Hello? Earth to Liza?”
“Yes, Kath?” she asked floatily.
“Just wandering when you’re gonna start orbiting our sun again. Cause right now you’re sort of somewhere else.”
“Sorry… but he’s so amazing…” she whispered, careful not to be overheard by Gerard.
“Who as if I don’t already know…?” I asked sarcastically. She smirked.
“You’re just jealous,” she was only teasing… but it still stung.
“Why would I be jealous?” I muttered. She didn’t reply. At that moment the doorbell rang, and she followed me to the door. It was just her mom… her clueless mom who still had no idea about how she was dating Gerard. Idiot.
“Hey, Mom. Bye Kath… see you tomorrow?” she was shooting me a look that clearly told me to tell Gerard that she said bye. Obviously. Once the door had shut behind her I felt the jump of excitement. Half an hour alone with the guy of my dreams. Oh my… I’d just completely forgotten that he was also my best friend’s boyfriend… what’s the matter with me? Turning to the mirror that hung by the front door, I fluffed my hair in an attempt to get it less flat and took a steadying breath.
“Where’s Liza?” Gerard had appeared behind me. I whirled around, smiling nervously.
“Her mom took her home…” I told him.
“Oh…” … oh. Silence. “Why are you so nervous around me?” I heard him ask. Eyes wide and heart thumping, I searched for an answer that wouldn’t make me look stupid.
“Nervous? Me? You’ve gotta be kidding…” Now I was just playing for time.
“Yes. Nervous; you. Explain,” he was smiling. That carefree smile I fell for time and time again.
“Uh… well… gouge!” I threw my hand towards him, making it stop within a few inches of his eyeball and ran, giggling inanely into the living-room. Phew… so glad I didn’t make an idiot of myself, there. Oh boy.
“Not so fast!” Gerard laughed, chasing after me.
I almost made it to safety, but then felt a firm grip around my waist. Holy holy holy holy hell. I stopped abruptly. Gerard kept chasing. Bam. Collision. Floor. ********. He didn’t move off of me, and I turned my head awkwardly round to look at him.
“You’re sort of… making it difficult to breathe…” I mumbled desperately… not that I actually wanted him to move.
“Tough, cause until you tell me why you’re scared of me… I’m staying exactly where I am,” he giggled, his breath tickling my ear. Once more I’ll say it; ******** style="font-size: 9px">Comments? Anyone?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:37 pm
Ooh...chasing and falling-on-top-ness!!!! Aww!!! yeah, that's about all I can say! You're really good, but I think I said that before!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:02 pm
Thank you for all your comments, dorkifiedchick ^^ I feel special 4laugh
Ahem.
Anywho, I'm working on another update 3nodding
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:30 pm
Once more, it's short, but oh well. . . I reserve my right to make updates short. whee
***
“Scared of you? I’m not scared of you…” my voice seemed to have pitched itself higher than usual, “lemme up…”
“I’m sorry… what was that?” he teased. I never thought this would actually happen. Ever. Me lying face-down on the floor with Gerard Way straddled on top of me. If only it was what it sounded like.
“Okay, okay! I’m nervous around everyone… happy?” Apparently he was, because the next moment I was released and being pulled to my feet. His hands were on mine and he smiled down at me. Why did I have to be so darn short?
“Still don’t believe you; but I reckon I would’ve ended up flattening you if I waited for the truth,” he shrugged, “are you okay? I didn’t squish you too badly?”
“Fine…” I replied, pondering why he cared about my squish-status.
“Good, good. Anyway, my mom said that she’d be late… so what do you propose we do?” I could think of plenty of things… many of them inappropriate.
“We could go listen to some music if you want…” I heard myself murmur.
“Sweet,” he replied, smiling.
And that is how I lured Gerard Way into my bedroom. Of course, it wasn’t like that… he was seated on my bed and I was on the opposite side of my room. In a chair. See, I wouldn’t do that to Liza… no matter how perfect her boyfriend was. Flicking the switch of my record-player the vinyl began to spin slowly, the sound of Iron Maiden’s ‘Hallowed Be Thy Name’ tumbling out; one of my favourite ever Maiden tracks. Even with Bruce Dickinson’s voice filling the silence it was still uncomfortable. Finally Gerard spoke.
“Are you gonna tell me yet or am I going to embarrass myself by voicing a theory?” Ah. He was wondering why I just so happened to be that little bit quieter around him. Perfect.
“You can voice your theory if you want to, because I already told you…”
“Okay… my theory is that you like me,” he blurted it out in one breath, averting his gaze as the faintest pink tinge appeared on his cheeks. My cheeks on the other hand weren’t spared subtlety and grew hot, fast.
“That’s… that’s just silly… you’re Liza’s boyfriend… it’s silly…”
“Really? Then I’m not even gonna tell you what I was about to tell you…”
“What were you about to tell me?”
“It’s nothing…”
“Really?”
“No…”
We both grew silent, the record drawing to a close.
“Tell me…” I said, voice shaking slightly.
“As you said; it’s silly,” he replied, smiling. Although it wasn’t the carefree smile I was used to, this time it was awkward and nervous. Oh, God. What’ve I done? My doorbell jangled it’s tune, causing us both to jump and wander out of my bedroom.
“That’ll be my mom…” Gerard said, lowering his gaze, “I’ll see you soon…” without another word, he hastily pecked my cheek and left. Left me standing where I was, mouth agape and eyes glazed.
I didn’t know what to make of it at all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:42 pm
Wow that was quick. xd
Ah, the old "lure him to my bedroom with music" ploy. Lol. This is so sweet!
I'm thinking of writing a serious fanfic, but we'll see! Meanwhile I'll read yours! Hee
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 11:20 am
Update ^^
***
Head down, eyes searching the tiled floor of the corridor, I made my way towards my locker. My pale fingers twisted in the code and I gathered the books I’d need for the day. Deciding on using the ‘what essay? Oh that essay…’ excuse for the work on An Inspector Calls. My English teacher wasn’t too bad. With a heavy sigh, I began walking steadily towards my first lesson. Art… oh… yay. I’d only taken art because Gerard had; he had to have been the most talented person I knew when it came to using a pencil. Pushing my way through the door just as the bell rang, I took my seat, looking across the room to Gerard. My art teacher had a habit of making us do this ‘learning experience’ thing. What it was, was getting into pairs and helping each other with ‘areas of art we feel we need help in’. Ergo, it was my art teacher not doing his job. Lazy-a**. Today we had to spend a lesson doing just that… I mean… a whole, goddamn lesson. So what I wasn’t in the best of moods today; I’d barely slept and hadn’t eaten anything this morning. As Mr Francis told us to get into pairs, I was all ready to befriend the kid sitting next to me, until a familiar voice spoke.
“Hey, Kath… wanna work together?” Gerard smiled down at me. I nodded, feeling myself go pink. He pulled a chair up to my desk as I got out my sketchbook. Iron Maiden’s mascot, Eddie, took up the whole of the first page.
“Okay… I have a real problem with shading…” I murmured. It was true: to be honest, I wasn’t too bad at drawing… but shading… no-sirree. With a friendly smile, Gerard, pencil in hand, leant over to my sketchbook.
“You just need to practice cross-hatching…” he told me. I nodded, not taking in a word. His hair smelled slightly of conditioner and cigarette smoke… I didn’t know he smoked. I didn’t care. “There, see?” he pulled away, leaving my Eddie perfectly shaded, like a comic-book.
“Wow… Y’see, I got the easiest job here, because you can’t possibly learn anything more…” I mumbled, smiling gently.
“Then you could give me relationship help,” without waiting for an answer he drew a breath and plunged on, “well, I have a girlfriend, but there’s this other girl I like. She’s awesome… we have so much in common it’s just scary… but, obviously, I can’t say anything to her, or she’ll go and tell Liza… unless she promises not to…” he was watching me intensely, making my insides squirm.
“Well maybe you should just tell her… it’ll be better that way…” I said coolly, playing the ‘say-what?’ card.
“She needs to promise that she wont say a thing to my girlfriend first.”
“I’m pretty sure she wont…” my attention was fixed onto his hazel eyes, seeking assurance that he wasn’t just lying.
“I’ll tell her when we’re alone… it’s not the time or place, right now,” his lips curled into an almost seductive little smile and he looked down at my sketchbook, picking up his pencil and writing a series of numbers… a series of numbers that looked suspiciously like a phone number. Why the hell was he giving me his number? My mouth was dry and my fingers were trembling. “Just call me and we’ll talk…” he murmured, his smile widening.
“Okay…” I heard myself reply. Quick! Say something witty! “I’ll do that…” Smart move, Kathryn… real witty.
***
The day passed as it usually did; uneventful and boring as hell. I didn’t even have anything pretty to look at because Gerard had decided to ‘not show up’ for history. I hated that lesson so bad. I wasn’t even sure that what had happened in art had actually happened. It had because as we all met up to walk home I couldn’t help but notice the crafty wink he shot me behind the oblivious back of Liza. Our troupe was composed of me, Liza, Gerard and Gerard’s younger brother Mikey… who Liza seemed intent on setting me up with. He was three years younger then me… but he was pretty awesome. His glasses were perched on the end of his nose and he looked up through them at me with a geeky smile.
“Hey, Kath. Good day?”
“Meh,” I replied, shrugging, offering him a so-so wave of my hand, “But I was accosted by the guy of my dreams in art… so I think that tips the scale into the ‘best day ever’ mark.” Me: 1. Gerard: 0. Game on.
“Really? I bet he’s feeling proud of himself right now,” Gerard replied, smiling. Ooh, a rough draw at 1:1.
“It wasn’t too difficult on his behalf, though. Should’ve done it sooner in my opinion.” 2:1 to me… rock on.
“I bet he was just shy… or tied down with another relationship at the time…” he shot me a look and a sheepish grin. 2:2. We paused in front of Liza’s house… perfect. She glanced at the blank windows and quickly (and roughly) pecked Gerard on the cheek before hurrying to her front door, waving. Mikey looked at us expectantly.
“What?” I asked him.
“Oh, come off it, you two. You can quit talking in codes now Liza’s gone.” How the ******** did he know?
“Don’t know what you mean, little bro…” Gerard murmured. Mikey just rolled his eyes and started walking, leaving us standing on the street corner.
“I think you both need to talk… see you at home, Gee.” That kid had to have a brain the size of a small planet or something. Once he’d turned the corner and disappeared from view, Gerard seized my hand, pulling me in the opposite direction. Finally alone in a deserted street he turned to me.
“Okay, then… alone…” he said, looking around suspiciously.
“Yeah… alone…” I bowed my head and jumped at the touch of his hand on my chin, tilting my face towards his and forcing me to look deep into his hazel eyes. Oh, ********. 3:2 to Gerard.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 12:26 pm
I like the keeping-score-ness and, well, everything. I just like it. xd Yay for frequent updates!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 2:50 pm
dorkifiedchick I like the keeping-score-ness and, well, everything. I just like it. xd Yay for frequent updates! agreed!!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 7:44 pm
It's amazing. You are so good at wrighting fanfics. biggrin
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:27 am
I have an update for all you lovely people, hurray!
***
I wanted to kiss him… right there and then… in the middle of the street. He interrupted my thoughts, speaking softly.
“I like you, Kath… but I think you’ve already gathered that much…”
“Well, Nuh…” I muttered. I didn’t mean to sound that sarcastic, but it tumbled out. I hated all this damn dancing around the topic, I amended quickly, my voice softening. “But you’re not allowed to like me like that… Liza would hate me.”
“She doesn’t need to know about it…” Gerard’s voice was hushed, a sly smile taking over his features.
“She’d find out… have you never watched a sit-com in your life?”
“They’re fiction, Kath… I think we’d be able to be sneaky enough…”
“It’ll kill me inside, you realise?”
“It’s a risk I think we’d both be willing to take…” I don’t know why he was whispering but I was whispering too. He took my hands, his grip was firm and warm… safe… and as he bowed his head I knew what was coming. His lips pressed onto mine, gentle at first but growing as his hands slipped around me, holding me tight. One kiss became another and before long I’d lost count of who was kissing who. The desperation was cut short as Gerard broke away.
“Damn…” he muttered.
“Pretty much, yeah,” I heard myself reply. Everything seemed muffled… as if I’d been wrapped in cotton-wool… and felt no urge to break through the warm, fuzzy barrier. His arms were still around me, his eyes still the same hazel orbs… I looked around; the world was still there. I’d had the feeling it might’ve fallen away the moment his lips touched mine.
“Come on…” he murmured, taking my hand and pulling me roughly in a familiar direction.
His house was big. And awesome. Decorated just how I’d want mine decorated. Mikey eyed us suspiciously, but Gerard took care of my worries.
“What happens if you tell Liza?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Mikey sighed wearily.
“You’ll put my Star Wars action figures in the garbage disposal… got it.”
“Damn right, I will… come on,” he repeated, continuing in pulling me up the stairs and into a room. The door closed behind us and I found myself squinting in the near-darkness of Gerard’s bedroom. “Sorry about the mess… and the lack of lightness… it’s better when it’s dark…” he told me. There was a slight scuffle and the sound of a light-switch and the room was thrown into light. Every inch of the walls were covered in posters, pictures, sketches and writing, the floor littered with laundry. I loved it. The only source of light was a tiny window that was shrouded in black curtains. Gerard was smiling sheepishly, as though waiting for a comment.
“It’s awesome,” I assured. He smiled like a happy kid on Christmas day and moved towards me.
“Listen, Kath… I like you, I really do…” he said, voice dropping low, his hands clasping mine.
“I like you too…” I replied. What was I doin-? He kissed me again, his fingers lacing through mine, successfully cutting off any of my thoughts. “Gerard… wait…” I pulled away, leaving us both breathless. He watched me expectantly, anxious, almost. “Tell me you’re serious… about all of this… that you mean it when you say you like me. I can’t deal with someone else using me like… like my last boyfriend,” I grew silent, memories of Elliot Palmer flooding back as if it was just yesterday. They grew apparent in the form of tears that threatened to fall. I didn’t want Gerard to see me cry… I didn’t want anyone seeing me cry. I hated that vulnerable feeling it gave you. But he’d noticed before I could hide them.
“Hey… Kath… come here…” he pulled me into a gentle embrace, my head resting on his chest. My eyes were streaming and there was nothing I could do about it.
“I thought he was different… he told me that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. And then I walked in on them… in his goddamn living-room…” I wasn’t aware I’d hit the ‘spill all’ button on the inside of my brain, but apparently I had. He just pulled me closer, speaking in a hushed tone.
“I wouldn’t do that to you… Kath, believe me. I’d never do that…” he breathed, “what was his name?”
“Why?” I asked, somewhat surprised.
“What was his name? I just want to have a word with him…” his voice had grown louder, and was now tainted with anger.
“Gerard… it’s not important…”
“It is to me. What was his name?” he asked once more, the warmth suddenly leaving his voice altogether.
“Elliot… Elliot Palmer… but promise me you wont go looking for him… he’s a jerk; it’s not worth it…” I was growing scared at Gerard’s angry expression, but as he realised it softened.
“You don’t have to worry about him any more…” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on the top of my head and hugging me closer.
I couldn’t help but feel nervous.
***
Anyone else get the Donnie Darko quote I threw in there? I love that film ^^
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 7:20 am
I have another update all ready and stuff. . . and I'm fighting the urge to post it just yet. . . ninja Soon. . .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 7:26 am
I shall post it anyway! That way you guys have two updates to read 3nodding
***
My parents weren’t too worried about me being late home. I’d told them that I was studying. Strangely enough, they believed me, which earned me a question-free evening. I flopped heavily onto my bed, dragging my pillow over my eyes. I didn’t want to face anyone tonight. I couldn’t. There was only one person I could probably bear to see right now, and I think his identity is pretty obvious. I shouldn’t want to see him as much as I do… the amount of time I spend telling myself that I can’t just amounts to the final thought of us. I can’t stand this… it’s gonna drive me insane. I’ve only been away from Gerard for a few minutes and already I’m thinking about ********.” I muttered, the word muffled by the pillow. The one syllable echoed around my head. <********>. I rolled onto my front, shutting my eyes and breathing a heavy sigh. <********’ just about covered it.
***
I knocked hesitantly, the shiny red door mocking me. I knocked again. I wouldn’t let this go… if Elliot wanted to be an a** and not let me in, then… well…I’d just have to make him. My hand found the handle which yielded to my touch and let me into the house. It was silent. I looked around. How wrong would it be to march in unannounced? Not very, I suppose. I crossed the threshold.
“Elliot? You in here?” there was a noise, like a lamp toppling over, that drove me to push open the door to his lounge. <******** two figures wrapped together on the sofa pulled away guiltily. I felt my heart give an uncomfortable jolt and snap in two. Without a word I turned, stumbling out of his house like a blind man.
“Kathryn, wait… it’s not what it looks like…” the amount of times I’d heard that on TV… I never thought I’d actually live to hear it.
“I bet it isn’t…” I spat, my steps now balancing.
“Would you listen for a change?”
“No, Elliot! I wont listen…” I murmured, breaking into a run.
***
The memory flashed before my eyes, filling me with anger. I got to my feet and kicked my bed. Ouch… my toe. I needed to see him. Needed him to tell me that he wouldn’t hurt me. I reached for my bag, taking out my sketchbook. His number was still scrawled on the front page, and I seized the phone that lay on my bedside table. Dialling the number, I waited for him to answer.
“Hello?” Gerard spoke.
“Hey… it’s me…”
“Oh… hey. How’re you?” he asked.
“Not bad,” I lied, “are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fi- Liza! I’m on the phone… do you mind?” he giggled. I froze… felt like throwing up. My numb fingers dropped the receiver back onto the hook. Within seconds my phone trilled, and I reached down, unplugging it. I couldn’t speak.
***
Night-time. Cool breeze, a few stars that weren’t shrouded buy a layer of pollution and finally peace and quiet. My pillow was cold and it cooled my burning cheeks. It seemed I’d run out of tears a few hours ago, leaving me exhausted. Like I think I said before; I hated crying. Wiping my eyes, I nuzzled deeper into the safe haven of my Hellboy duvet cover, finally slipping into a light sleep.
***
“Wake up, Kath…” the voice cut through my dream and made me sit bolt upright, aiming a punch at the figure that loomed over me. A familiar cry of pain was issued and I flicked the lamp by my bed on. Gerard had remained on his feet, but had his hands pressed to his cheek, a faintly amused, shocked smile on his face. “Sorry?” he offered. I shrugged apologetically, guiding him over to sit on my bed.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you… well… I did, but…”
“Ssh, I’m fine…” he replied, “but I need to talk to you…”
“Talk away,” I smiled, momentarily forgetting my anger.
“I didn’t mean for Liza to come round to my house… she just did… and then you phoned and I was about to make up some excuse for her to leave but-” I pressed my lips to his. I didn’t need to hear any more… I’d forgiven him already. He responded to my kiss, his hands pushing through my hair. Gerard gathered me onto his lap.
“I’ll never hurt you again, Kath… I promise,” he whispered through the kiss.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:24 pm
i love it!!! love it love it love it!!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
