Rich kid + The Misfit = Love?

I stared at his eye's. His eye's were golden under the kitchen light. His gaze made me tense up. My cheek's felt hot as he leaned in closer to me. I felt my stomach twist up in a knot and butterflies made me feel light headed. His hand brush lightly past me and snatch the bag of chip's behind me. He smirked and leaned away with the chip's in his hand. I was breathing heavily, sweat bead's were forming under my brow. Gerard just open the bag of chip's and munched on it,"Ready?" he asked as he was waiting for me to lead him to the dinning room for studying. I nodded slowly as I gulped, dragging my foot in to the dinning room as he followed behind me munching hard on my chip's.

I pulled out my notebook from my bag and handed Gerard the note's I took in class about Romeo and Juliet. Gerard whipped the grease stains from the chip's on his ultra tight pants and scan the note's with his eye's. How can he act as if nothing happen? Why does he act like the kiss never happened? How can he be so clueless? Is he gay? Does he like me? I don't know? Why did he ask if I like checking guy's ass out? What's that suppose to mean? Does he? Does he check my ass out? Does he like it? I stared daggers at him as he scan the notes intently, like he was deep in concentration. He tucked his hair behind his ear, which he done often and I noticed. I noticed alot about him. That when he stares at my note's he licks his lip's, tucks his hair behind his ear. When he listens he squints his eye's sometimes, like he's deep in to it. That he has small teeth that suit's him, that his lashes are very thick and when he blinks slowly they make his eye's look wider. All this I notice in a month and I was starting to feel weird around him.

"Iero there getting better, but not quiet there yet. But soon." He said handing me the bag of chip's and I took a handful as he was licking the salt off his finger's. The way he didn't was so slow, putting his whole finger in his mouth, made him look so, I don't know. Like I wanted to lick his finger's. He saw me staring and smirked and I looked down, my hair falling over my face so he couldn't see that I was blushing mad red. I heard him chuckle,"Wow. Iero you do look a little off today, maybe you weren't feeling good after all." he said and I nodded.

"Yeah, um, not a very good day after all." I said rubbing the back of my neck with my hand.

"Tell me about it." he said walking over to the fridge and pulling out two cokes. It made me sort of smile that he was making himself at home. He settled back in to his chair and leaned back in to the chair.

"You really want to know?" I asked popping open my coke and sipping it. He did the same.

"Why not?"

"Well, today I broke up with my girlfriend." I said. He looked at me then shrugged.

"They'll be other's." He said simply.

I shrugged."Yeah, I guess." I said mostly in a mumble.

"You bummed about it?" he asked handing me some more chip's.

"Nah. I really didn't like Roxy anyway."

"Oh, yeah? Nice." I couldn't help but ask if he did remember the kiss yesterday. Just remembering the soft sensation his lip's gave me the gut's to know if it meant anything to him. I need to know.

"Um, can I ask you something?" I said in a mumble. He arched his eyebrow and shrugged. "Why you kiss me last night?" I asked. He smiled at me and shrugged again.

"I don't know, I felt like it I guess." he said simply. What!?!

"Wait, so it meant nothing to you?" I asked. I couldn't help but have this odd feeling of disappointment.

"No, not really. I kiss everyone. I always do."

"Oh." is all I could say.

"I mean, did it mean anything to you?" he asked more serious.

"No way! Not at all." I said laughing and so did he. Deep down I felt like shit. I was actually hoping that he did have a crush on me and that maybe...I liked him. Oh my god, no! I'm not gay!Bull shit.

"So if I kissed you right now, it wouldn't mean anything?" he asked walking over to me and sitting on the glass table in front of me, so my face was facing his crotch. I gulped and my voice got dry.

"Yeah, that's what I meant. Yes." He arched his eyebrow's, with a skeptic expression, but smirked. He tilted my head up to face his. His eye's were so amazing, so pure, like he was searching for something.,"I-" but I was cut off by his lip's pressed against mine. I stood there in shock. He held my face with his palm and deepen the kiss. His soft lip's tasted sweet, sugary, delightful. It made my lip's tingle. I felt like I was on a cloud as I grabbed his neck and pressed his lip's harder against mine. He then ran his tongue over my bottom lip and I parted my lip's slightly and he took the advantage. He quickly shoved his hot tongue in my mouth and I slide mine around his. Are saliva's mixing around with some passion, gliding togather, I could taste chip's, sugar and cigarettes. I then stood up from my chair and then I lean against him while he wrapped his leg's around my thigh's. I slowly led my hand's and tangled my finger's in his hair. He bit hard on my lip and I wanted him to do it again. It felt so good. I then let a moan slip from my lip's and then felt his lip's kissing my collarbone and I moan again. This felt so right, so good.

I then felt his tongue trace all the way up my jawline and I pulled a his hair harder. I felt him smirk against my jawline and I knew he liked it. Just then he pulled me back in to a kiss, mostly pecking me. Then he stopped and looked at me."See, it means nothing, just pure fun." he whispered in my ear and I shuddered dramatically. I nodded and he leaped up from the table. He walked down the hall to the front door.

"Where are you going?" I asked a little too enthusiastic.

"To a party with some friend's, starts at nine so I'm getting some booze, get a little buzzed before I go." He said opening the door. I looked at him oddly, yet disappointed. I was actually really enjoying it.

"Oh, cool." I said. And he notice just how a little sad I was.

"No, big, eh? I'll see you tomorrow." He said and pecked my lip's again and walked out the house. I closed the door, slide down on the floor, blushing, feeling like I was on heaven for a good thirty minutes. That was the best make out session I had in a long time.

But It means nothing....

To him anyway.