Get Tangled Up In Me

disguised as a lover

I was searching through the fridge when I heard somebody walk in behind me. I already knew who it was, so when I turned around with a string cheese in my hand I wasn’t surprised to see Gerard standing there nervously looking at the floor. He was kind of fidgeting, deep in thought, his long-ish black hair in his eyes. I glanced at his outfit and smiled. Too tight jeans, Mikeys silver lo-tops, a plain black tee shirt, and a black flag hoodie were what he was sporting today.

He looks so much better than me. I look like shit today. But I’m really stressed about my mom, Jared, my dad, Gerard, and now that kiss that I feel I have more then enough of an excuse to. I took a deep breathe. I had to get this over. I had to tell him I love him.

“Gerard, we need to talk. About the ki-” I started but he interrupted me, starring into my eyes sadly.

“Raven, I’m sorry just let me say this first. I just got caught up in the moment but it didn’t mean anything. We can just forget it, don’t worry.” He smiled kindly at me, while I was staring at him in shock. “We can still be friends, and it never happened. It’s better off this way anyhow. I mean you’re just a kid and all.” He finished awkwardly, noticing the surprised look on my face. That’s what he think so me as. A kid. A small invisible tear trickled down my cheek as I nodded and pretended I agreed with everything he was saying. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“You, I’m glad you think that too. Well I’m gonna go back into the living room…” I muttered brushing past him before I started crying.

*Gerard’s P.O.V.*

“I’m hungry.” She announced getting up off the ground and walking into the kitchen. Everybody moved on to their own little thing. I knew this would probably be the only chance to talk alone with her tonight and I wanted to end all the awkwardness right away. Her parents would be here in about a half an hour anyway, and her dad doesn’t deserve a depressed daughter at the moment.

I quietly got up and followed her into the kitchen, noticing that she had her head in the fridge and I had the perfect view of her ass. She looked really good today; she was wearing simple light blue jeans that were kind of skinny but also a little flared and hugged her hips perfectly, a simple black cami, and her green high-tops. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, she had her glasses on rather than her contacts and her eyeliner looked like it was from yesterday. But she was perfect.

I looked up from the floor, where I glued my eyes after staring at her ass a little too long, to see her wide grey eyes locked on my face.

“Gerard, we need to talk. About the ki-” She started but I cut her off before she could say she didn’t like me. I didn’t want to hear that from her.

“Raven, I’m sorry just let me say this first. I just got caught up in the moment but it didn’t mean anything. We can just forget it, don’t worry.” I was breaking my own heart with every word I said. I thought I saw her face fall, but it was probably my imagination. She wasn’t interested in me. I have to remember that. “We can still be friends, and it never happened. It’s better off this way anyhow. I mean you’re just a kid and all.” I smiled weakly and she nodded.

“You, I’m glad you think that too. Well I’m gonna go back into the living room…” She replied with a mutter before running off. Why do I get the feeling I just made it worse?