‹ Prequel: Gerard, Me and Mikey
One Way or Another
I just want you here tonight, holding onto me so tight.
“So, um…I saw Mikey today”
I looked up at him. We had just finished with our desserts. Well, at least I had. He still was finishing his last piece of lemon pie.
“You did?”
“Yeah. He’s kind of depressed.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at this.
“He’s depressed?? Please. He has no idea what being depressed is.”
“Yeah, I guess. He’s just not happy about getting things his way. But I do.”
“Do what?”
“Know what it’s like. To be depressed”
His eyes met mine, deeply. Ever so honest and a bit heartbroken as he continued speaking.
“I was beyond depressed actually. When I stopped seeing you”
“Gee….please don’t talk about that again. I just wanna try so hard to forget that ever happened. Just start all over”
His hand starched across the table and met mine. Our fingers intertwined as his thumb rubbed nice soft circles on the palm of my hand.
“Sorry” he murmured.
I nodded. Knowing it wasn’t his intention to bring back those memories.
After he paid the bill, after me arguing with him about how we should at least split it up, we headed back to my apartment.
The whole walk back home was silent. And when we finally got there it seemed like he had been desperate to kiss me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me deeper and pushed me against the already locked front door. His hips pushing into mine as his hands traveled through my sides down to my hips and back up.
I had to stop for a gasp of air. He took the opportunity to do exact the same.
“I love you. And I’m not just saying it cause we’re probably about to have sex” he said as his face inched closer to mine again.
I giggled at his declaration.
“I love you too. We’re gonna have sex, right??” I asked sounding way desperate.
He laughed, whispering yes into my ear. His hot breath sent chills down my spine. Just like the old times.
And just like the old times, we went all the way. It was always hard to stop once we started.
I looked up at his gorgeous and perfect body. He was a bit fitter than the last time. He didn’t have abs but he was skinnier than before. Not that he was fat before, he had just probably been eating less or diet stuff.
“Ready for the best night of your life?” He asked pulling up, looking at me with such a playful yet naughty look.
“Bring it”
I looked up at him. We had just finished with our desserts. Well, at least I had. He still was finishing his last piece of lemon pie.
“You did?”
“Yeah. He’s kind of depressed.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at this.
“He’s depressed?? Please. He has no idea what being depressed is.”
“Yeah, I guess. He’s just not happy about getting things his way. But I do.”
“Do what?”
“Know what it’s like. To be depressed”
His eyes met mine, deeply. Ever so honest and a bit heartbroken as he continued speaking.
“I was beyond depressed actually. When I stopped seeing you”
“Gee….please don’t talk about that again. I just wanna try so hard to forget that ever happened. Just start all over”
His hand starched across the table and met mine. Our fingers intertwined as his thumb rubbed nice soft circles on the palm of my hand.
“Sorry” he murmured.
I nodded. Knowing it wasn’t his intention to bring back those memories.
After he paid the bill, after me arguing with him about how we should at least split it up, we headed back to my apartment.
The whole walk back home was silent. And when we finally got there it seemed like he had been desperate to kiss me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me deeper and pushed me against the already locked front door. His hips pushing into mine as his hands traveled through my sides down to my hips and back up.
I had to stop for a gasp of air. He took the opportunity to do exact the same.
“I love you. And I’m not just saying it cause we’re probably about to have sex” he said as his face inched closer to mine again.
I giggled at his declaration.
“I love you too. We’re gonna have sex, right??” I asked sounding way desperate.
He laughed, whispering yes into my ear. His hot breath sent chills down my spine. Just like the old times.
And just like the old times, we went all the way. It was always hard to stop once we started.
I looked up at his gorgeous and perfect body. He was a bit fitter than the last time. He didn’t have abs but he was skinnier than before. Not that he was fat before, he had just probably been eating less or diet stuff.
“Ready for the best night of your life?” He asked pulling up, looking at me with such a playful yet naughty look.
“Bring it”
♠ ♠ ♠
second part of the date. I don't know if you're ok with me writing a graphic scene for maybe for one of the next chapters please tell me. Anyways, sorry for it being short and taking long to update. I've been a bit busy translating this into spanish for a friend. Well, the Gerard, Me and Mikey story. Anyways thanks so much for reading and commenting. You guys rock! Comment some more please =D