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Gerard and I slowly looked at each other. The only thing that could be heard was the downpour of rain. I licked my lips and slowly looked down Gerard's body. I quickly glanced back up and left my gaze on his face.
Gerard smiled at my action. He chuckled slightly and slowly scooted closer to me. I tensed up, swallowing. He placed a hand on my cheek, stroking it. His touch made me relax. I sighed and slowly breathed out. I closed my eyes and parted my lips.
Gerard licked his lips and leaned down, his hand holding my head up.
Our lips met.
I snapped awake.
I licked my dry lips and swallowed. I sat up in bed, a cold sweat traveling down my neck. I breathed out and peeled the blanket off of me. I kicked it down to the foot of the bed. I bit my lip and looked down, seeing Gerard's drawing. I smiled and picked it up. I must have fallen asleep looking at it. I shook my head and placed it on my bedside table.
I cleared my throat and wiped at my face. I was really drenched. If a simple dream of me kissing Gerard made me drenched in sweat, I wondered what would happen if I had a sex dream including him. I shook my head and looked over at the clock beside my bed. It read two a.m.
I sighed before sliding out of bed. I shivered slightly when my feet touched the cold carpet. I stood up and bent backwards, hearing my back pop. I winced a bit before stumbling over to the door. I wrapped my fingers around the knob and pulled it open.
I expected the living room to be pitch-black and dead silent. Well, I was right about the pitch-black part. I heard someone moving around on the couch, though. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.
How the hell…
I released my breath and opened my eyes. Gerard… I took a step out of my room. "Gerard?" I quietly said. I tugged on my pajama bottoms before taking another step.
"Frank… hey," he said back. I heard him wipe at his face. Was he sweating, too? "Come sit with me."
I slowly nodded and tried to walk over to the couch without running into something. I managed to run into a lamp, though. I felt around on the lamp, trying to turn it on. Once it was on, I turned around to face Gerard.
He was sweating from what I could see. He was only in pajama bottoms like I was. His hair was all messed up and fuzzy-looking. The couch looked used. He must have been sleeping on it. I couldn't help but notice how pale Gerard's chest was. I licked my lips. I shouldn't be talking; I'm pale, too.
I shook my head and sat down on the end of the couch. I rubbed my hands together and swallowed. I turned my head and looked at him. "Bad dream?"
Gerard slightly laughed. "Not really, no." He scratched his head. Me and you kissing is certainly not a bad dream.
My eyes widened, and I stared hopelessly at Gerard. Had I picked up his dream from his thoughts? Was that his dream I was experiencing? I shook my head and looked ahead. I cracked my fingers. "Wanna talk about it?" I asked. I knew I was taking a chance.
Gerard shook his head rapidly. "No. I'd rather not." Frank doesn't need to know what I really think of him.
A smile grew on my face. "Alright, fine." I laughed slightly and leaned back in my seat. "I bet it was a real good one, though."
Gerard nodded. "You couldn't imagine how amazing it was."
I chuckled. Gerard didn't even know the half of it.
How come it had never crossed my mind to tell Gerard that I wasn't like anybody else? Was it because he would watch what he thought around me? Was it because he might treat me different? Or was it because I knew what he really thought of me, and I could use that to get under his skin?
It felt like I had a special connection to him, that I understood him more, that I cared about his thoughts more. Well, that would be understandable.
I did like him. No matter how many times I had reminded myself that he already had a girlfriend and that he wasn't interest in guys, that little scene in the hospital would appear in my head.
That probably was the most perfect moment in my life. By that moment, I knew that Gerard had feelings for me. I didn't know how much he… I guess liked me, but I knew he did.
Every time I popped up his mind, he had to quickly push me out. His thoughts could get pretty graphic, I guess. He would replace me with his girlfriend.
Gerard does love Poppy. He does a lot. He even imagined himself proposing to her, but something always got in the way. Yes, me. His poor little Alice got in the middle of the situation.
So, you see, Gerard, I have you pretty much figured out. You can't hide anything from Alice.
I just wish I could find the courage to say those three simple words to you, but I can never find it.
I leaned back in the couch and looked at the words on the laptop's screen. I flexed my fingers, amazed at how I wrote everything in my mind. I read through the document. Once I got done, I quickly exited the program. I didn't want anybody to read it. I sighed and slowly closed my eyes. It was three-thirty a.m.
"What are the three words you wanna tell me?"
I snapped my eyes open and whipped my head around. Gerard was standing behind the couch, arms at his sides, his eyes narrowed with sleepiness. I swallowed. "How much did you read of that?" I asked quietly.
Gerard stared at me and raised a hand to wipe at his tired eyes. "Just, like, the last paragraph," he grumbled. Shit, I'm gonna pass out. Gerard shook his head, lowering his hands. "You know what? That was, like, something personal. I don't care." Gerard stared at me. I smiled and nodded. He was serious. Gerard walked in front of the couch and sat down.
I stared at him and looked back at my laptop. I turned it off and slowly closed it. I placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. I leaned back in the couch and bit my lip.
Gerard mumbled something and turned his body towards me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me down on top of him. My eyes widened, and I stared at him. "What are you doing?" I asked, feeling Gerard lie back down on the couch and wrap his arms around my waist.
He smacked his lips and rested his head on a pillow. I had to rest my head on Gerard's chest. Gerard looked down at me. "Sleep with me," he muttered, tilting his head and closed his eyes. I slightly smiled, but I obeyed him. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest, feeling him softly laugh.
I smiled and slowly closed my eyes. I felt Gerard's arms tighten around me protectively. He raised up a hand to rest on the back of my head, rubbing it. "Goodnight, my little Alice. Have sweet dreams."
I smiled at his words, and I quickly drifted off in his warm, comforting arms.
Gerard smiled at my action. He chuckled slightly and slowly scooted closer to me. I tensed up, swallowing. He placed a hand on my cheek, stroking it. His touch made me relax. I sighed and slowly breathed out. I closed my eyes and parted my lips.
Gerard licked his lips and leaned down, his hand holding my head up.
Our lips met.
I snapped awake.
I licked my dry lips and swallowed. I sat up in bed, a cold sweat traveling down my neck. I breathed out and peeled the blanket off of me. I kicked it down to the foot of the bed. I bit my lip and looked down, seeing Gerard's drawing. I smiled and picked it up. I must have fallen asleep looking at it. I shook my head and placed it on my bedside table.
I cleared my throat and wiped at my face. I was really drenched. If a simple dream of me kissing Gerard made me drenched in sweat, I wondered what would happen if I had a sex dream including him. I shook my head and looked over at the clock beside my bed. It read two a.m.
I sighed before sliding out of bed. I shivered slightly when my feet touched the cold carpet. I stood up and bent backwards, hearing my back pop. I winced a bit before stumbling over to the door. I wrapped my fingers around the knob and pulled it open.
I expected the living room to be pitch-black and dead silent. Well, I was right about the pitch-black part. I heard someone moving around on the couch, though. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.
How the hell…
I released my breath and opened my eyes. Gerard… I took a step out of my room. "Gerard?" I quietly said. I tugged on my pajama bottoms before taking another step.
"Frank… hey," he said back. I heard him wipe at his face. Was he sweating, too? "Come sit with me."
I slowly nodded and tried to walk over to the couch without running into something. I managed to run into a lamp, though. I felt around on the lamp, trying to turn it on. Once it was on, I turned around to face Gerard.
He was sweating from what I could see. He was only in pajama bottoms like I was. His hair was all messed up and fuzzy-looking. The couch looked used. He must have been sleeping on it. I couldn't help but notice how pale Gerard's chest was. I licked my lips. I shouldn't be talking; I'm pale, too.
I shook my head and sat down on the end of the couch. I rubbed my hands together and swallowed. I turned my head and looked at him. "Bad dream?"
Gerard slightly laughed. "Not really, no." He scratched his head. Me and you kissing is certainly not a bad dream.
My eyes widened, and I stared hopelessly at Gerard. Had I picked up his dream from his thoughts? Was that his dream I was experiencing? I shook my head and looked ahead. I cracked my fingers. "Wanna talk about it?" I asked. I knew I was taking a chance.
Gerard shook his head rapidly. "No. I'd rather not." Frank doesn't need to know what I really think of him.
A smile grew on my face. "Alright, fine." I laughed slightly and leaned back in my seat. "I bet it was a real good one, though."
Gerard nodded. "You couldn't imagine how amazing it was."
I chuckled. Gerard didn't even know the half of it.
How come it had never crossed my mind to tell Gerard that I wasn't like anybody else? Was it because he would watch what he thought around me? Was it because he might treat me different? Or was it because I knew what he really thought of me, and I could use that to get under his skin?
It felt like I had a special connection to him, that I understood him more, that I cared about his thoughts more. Well, that would be understandable.
I did like him. No matter how many times I had reminded myself that he already had a girlfriend and that he wasn't interest in guys, that little scene in the hospital would appear in my head.
That probably was the most perfect moment in my life. By that moment, I knew that Gerard had feelings for me. I didn't know how much he… I guess liked me, but I knew he did.
Every time I popped up his mind, he had to quickly push me out. His thoughts could get pretty graphic, I guess. He would replace me with his girlfriend.
Gerard does love Poppy. He does a lot. He even imagined himself proposing to her, but something always got in the way. Yes, me. His poor little Alice got in the middle of the situation.
So, you see, Gerard, I have you pretty much figured out. You can't hide anything from Alice.
I just wish I could find the courage to say those three simple words to you, but I can never find it.
I leaned back in the couch and looked at the words on the laptop's screen. I flexed my fingers, amazed at how I wrote everything in my mind. I read through the document. Once I got done, I quickly exited the program. I didn't want anybody to read it. I sighed and slowly closed my eyes. It was three-thirty a.m.
"What are the three words you wanna tell me?"
I snapped my eyes open and whipped my head around. Gerard was standing behind the couch, arms at his sides, his eyes narrowed with sleepiness. I swallowed. "How much did you read of that?" I asked quietly.
Gerard stared at me and raised a hand to wipe at his tired eyes. "Just, like, the last paragraph," he grumbled. Shit, I'm gonna pass out. Gerard shook his head, lowering his hands. "You know what? That was, like, something personal. I don't care." Gerard stared at me. I smiled and nodded. He was serious. Gerard walked in front of the couch and sat down.
I stared at him and looked back at my laptop. I turned it off and slowly closed it. I placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. I leaned back in the couch and bit my lip.
Gerard mumbled something and turned his body towards me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me down on top of him. My eyes widened, and I stared at him. "What are you doing?" I asked, feeling Gerard lie back down on the couch and wrap his arms around my waist.
He smacked his lips and rested his head on a pillow. I had to rest my head on Gerard's chest. Gerard looked down at me. "Sleep with me," he muttered, tilting his head and closed his eyes. I slightly smiled, but I obeyed him. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest, feeling him softly laugh.
I smiled and slowly closed my eyes. I felt Gerard's arms tighten around me protectively. He raised up a hand to rest on the back of my head, rubbing it. "Goodnight, my little Alice. Have sweet dreams."
I smiled at his words, and I quickly drifted off in his warm, comforting arms.
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