My Real Romance

I brush my hair, starring in the mirror at myself.

You have to get over Gerard. Bert's in the picture now.

Gerard thinks your dead somewhere. He doesn't know this is you.

Still, I feel horrible.

I place my contacts in, making sure they aren't off centered.

Good.

I open the doors and Gerards standing there, making me jump.

"Oh! You scared me!"

He smirks, "Bert had to leave for a hour or so. Something about the tour buses.

I nod.

He set me up!

Told you he's a devil.

He walks into the room and stands a few feet from the bed as I sit on it. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"It's ok. Nothing happened."

He sighs, sitting next to me then clears his throat.

"Look uh, about last night. I don't know exactly what I said but I'm sorry if I said something wrong."

I smile, leaning in and hugging him.

"You said nothing wrong, it's alright."

He wraps his arms around me tightly. He stills smells like cigarettes and cologne.

He laughs, "Did you just smell me?"

I grin, "I like to remember what everyone smells like."

He smirks, "Wow, that's uh..what she used to do."

My heart jumps.

Oops.

"R-really? That's strange."

"Yeah, so what to do for an hour."

I look at him, smiling widely.

"What?"

I poke his shoulder and dash out of the room and down the stairs, hiding behind one of the couches. Peeking over the side, I see him walk down and duck back down. My hearts racing.

Damn he looks good.

Sexalicious!

I hold my breath as he calls for me. I move backwards slowly, bumping into something. I turn my head, seeing Gerard grinning at me.

"Wha? How?!"

He points to the wall and I see a mirror. He reaches down for me but I roll out of the way.

"Haha!"

I get to my feet and go in the kitchen, behind the counter.

"Aw come on Ivy. Don't run from me!"

He smirks evilly.

Why does he have to be so hot.

He runs for me and I scream, running up the stairs. He's right behind me as I reach one of the guest rooms. He tackles me onto the bed, my back against his chest.

He breathes into my ear, "Your it."