This Imperfect Cemetery Drive

Chapter Ten

Gerard's POV

"Gee, get up! Time for you to get coffee!" Mikey yelled from outside the bunk room, banging harshly on the thick plastic door.

"Why?!" I groaned, pulling Taryn's half naked body closer to my chest.

"It's your turn, Gee!" Mikey whined as his pounding stopped.

"Okay..." I groaned. "Go away..." I groaned. It was silent for a second before I heard his feet shuffle on the floor before turning around and walk away, his loud steps following closely behind him.

"Your turn?" Taryn asked tiredly, cuddling into my chest.

"Yeah." I replied, stretching my legs out a bit before breathing in heavily. "I'll be back in about a hour." I told her, yawning and kissing her exposed neck before rolling over and placing my feet on the ground. I covered her in more blankets and whispered to her that I loved her. I grabbed my clothes and left the bunk room, entering the bathroom in a few steps. I looked down at the still wet floor, eying the soaking wet clothes that littered the ground from the night before. I pulled my clothes on and brushed my teeth, not too happy about the fact that I had to go on the fucking coffee run, I wanted to sleep. Fuck coffee right now.

I grabbed my iPod off of the counter in the kitchen and my wallet as well. All the guys said their "Good Mornings" and I replied with a exhausted groan. I stepped off the bus, my shoes hitting the concrete with a silencing thud. Yeah, I had a fucking attitude, wouldn't you? 2 hours of sleep and a concert in 10 hours, a interview in three hours and practice in six. Tour life wasn't for the weak of mind, body or heart. I placed the ear buds in my ears and began to drown out the sound of city humanity out of my ears and fill it with music. I made my way down the street, avoiding eye contact with anyone in fear of being recognized. I spotted a Starbucks and decided that it was probably my best bet. I entered the shop, the heavenly smell of coffee injecting itself into my nose. I noticed a familiar face and stood behind him at the end of the line.

"Hey Davey, did they send you to get coffee too?" I asked. He nodded uncomfortably. There was a long awkward silence until I finally spoke up again.

"I watched you perform last night." I told him, hoping to spark up some kind of conversation. He looked at me and smiled, his eyes lighting up.

"Really? Did you like it?" He asked with high hopes.

"Yeah, you were fucking amazing!" I replied truthfully. He smiled and fully turned to me.

"Thanks. I watched you too." He said. Whoa, really? I thought he didn't like me. Why the hell would he watch me? "You were great." He continued with a friendly smile. We both stepped forward in line, now enjoying the blissful silence between us. We had finally broken the question barrier. "Did he hate me? Does he think I hate him?" The questions that fuck up every good friendship.

"Look..." He started, creasing his eyebrows a little bit. "I'm really sorry about last night, Gerard. I seriously didn't know." He apologized. "Are you mad?" He asked.

"Mad? No! Not at all, Davey. Did you see the look on Taryn's face?" I said, chuckling a little.

"No, I didn't get the chance. I was busy remember?" He asked with a smile.

"Well, Lyannah seemed kinda busy too..." I teased.

"Yeah, I bet you and Taryn didn't do anything once she returned, did you?" He asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrow. I winked at him and he looked away. Was he blushing?... I found my eyes wandering down his body, stopping at his tattoo covered arm.

"Nightmare Before Christmas, eh?" I asked, looking at his arm. He looked at me questionably before following my eyes to his strong arms.

"Oh yeah, it's one of my favorite movies." He stated, looking me in the eyes. He stared into each others eye, reading them, studying them. He didn't stare for long. He snapped his eyes away from me and faced forward. When it was finally our turn to order our coffee he went first, his order coming up quickly. He sat down at one of the tables...waiting for me? I ordered quickly and grabbed my order. He stood up as I made my way to the door, walking right beside me.

"How could you stand getting all those tattoo's and piercings?" I asked as we walked back down the street, heading towards the bus area.

"Well, it really wasn't that bad." He said like it was nothing.

"But how could you stand all the needles?" I asked, wondering how someone could possibly be okay with a sharp metal object piercing through their skin and into their veins.

"I'm not afraid of them." He stated, cradling the coffee cup holder in his ink filled arms.

"I am..."

"Why?" He asked.

"They're just so gross. A sharp tiny fucking metal tube piercing your skin just to give you medicine." I said in a sickened tone.

"Think about them piercing your skin and leaving ink in their place." Davey said, purposely trying to gross me out. He walked around the block together, spotting our buses. I walked into my bus, which was in front of his, setting the coffee down on the table for the guys. I left the bus again to help Davey with his larger load. I grabbed one of the coffee holders with a smile and walked with him to his bus. We stepped in and I was surprised by the fact that our buses were almost identical. I set the coffee on the table.

"Thanks." He said with a warm smile, avoiding eye contact. I placed my hands in my pockets, sucking in air awkwardly.

"Well, I have to get back to Taryn. But I'll see you later. Nice talking to you, Davey..." I said, turning to leave.

"Bye Gerard." He said with a disappointed tone as I stepped off the bus.