Three Cheers

Gerard had stayed quiet after we ate and Busy got her cookies. She sat on my lap, wanting to get away from Gerard. She was afraid he was gonna yell or become angry; she sensed the angry vibe from him. He didn't say anything, though, when he had returned from the bathroom and she was on my lap. He played with the condensation on his cup, then paid  the bill; he even snatched my wallet from me so I wouldn't be able to tip.

In the car, he was still silent; Busy was on the edge of sleep when I had strapped her in. Along the freeway, I noticed she was asleep, so I took that opportunity to talk to Gerard; "You wanna tell me what's bothering you now?"

Gerard's knuckled tightened on the wheel, "Ain't nothin'." He mumbled.

"It was something. Busy could sense it, so just tell me."

Gerard looked at me, "Did you fuck him?"

My brows shot up, "Who?"

"Don't play stupid, you know who I'm talking about."

"Why does it matter? Jon is my ex... We were barely anything."

"Answer the question, October." He nearly growled.

"Well, I was with him..." I trailed.

"You fucked him." Gerard's statement was rhetorical.

"So what? It was months ago."

"I can't believe you." I said under his breath.

"Oh, I'm the bad guy because I had sex with one guy? What about you? You told me you were fucking anything that walks!"

"I did not say that." He countered without full recollection.

"Yes you did! You said you felt bad because I wasn't with anyone, while you were fucking chicks left and right. So, stop being a hypocrite and jealous asshole." I spat quickly.

"I just thought you had more dignity." He implied angrily.

"Excuse me?" I snapped my head at him, "You're getting on me for sleeping with a boyfriend?"

"Mikey said you were a whore."

The way he said that hurt my feelings. My jaw slacked, I didn't have anything else to say, tears were already forming. I looked away, keeping my head turned away, my eyes adverted out the window.

The silence and the tension was thick; I got that saying; it was thick enough to slice with a knife. It was heavy in the air, it was practically choking me. I didn't want to be in the same space with Gerard.

When he pulled up at my house, he went to turn the car off, but I stopped him, "You should go stay at that house. I don't want to see or be around you right now." I quickly got out, then went around the other side to get Busy.

Gerard got out, "Look, I'm sorry about--" 

I put my hand up, stopping him, "Don't even think about apologizing to me. I don't wanna hear it. You're an asshole, Gerard Way."

"So, what? You're mad at me now?"

I ignored him as I unstrapped Busy and held her. I stepped back, closed the door and began to walk up the driveway. Gerard grabbed my arm, "Don't walk away from me." He spun me around, "I'm sorry."

"So, what?" I mimicked his nonchalant tone of voice, "I'm not suppose to be mad anymore?"

"Okay, I'm an asshole, I know. I was pissed!" I frowned, "It's because I fucking love you, October."

"Shut up," I said softly, "Just, shut the hell up."

"I'm trying to explain--"

"You're explaining shit I already know." I adjusted Busy on my shoulder, "Say you're sorry for calling me a whore, because I'm anything but a whore. I have no clue where your brother got that notion from."

"He says shit when he's mad."

"Well fuck him," I spat, "And, how could you just repeat it to me? After everything I've been going through, you seem to think I have no self-esteem or feelings."

"I was mad, I didn't mean to repeat it." He grabbed my arm, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you're always sorry. That should be your middle name: Gerard "I'm sorry" Way." I muttered and turned, even with his grip on my arm.

"October, don't make me leave," He said quickly, "I don't want to. I don't want to be without you."

I turned again, "I hate this goddamn mind games you play with me; hot and cold. I never get a consistent version of you."

"Because I'm an asshole." He said with a hint of smile in his eyes, "I can't handle my attitude."

I sighed, "Fuck, I really hate your attitude."

"Don't make me leave." He said softly

I shut my eyes a moment, then I pulled my arm from his grip. I sighed again, then took his hand in mine. I led the way into the house taking Gerard with me.

I may hate his attitude, but I should expect it from him. It throws me through a loop. I really hate the shit he says.

Inside the house, I changed Busy, then put her to bed. When I met Gerard in my room, I crossed my arms and looked at him. His brow rose, "What?"

"I get to do something." I said to him.

"What?" He repeated.

I walked over to him, he looked at me with a blank look, but confusion in his eyes. I lifted my hand and slapped him; he knelt over, hissing, "Ow!"

"That's for assuming I'm some slut." I told him.

"I said sorry!" He stood, holding his cheek, "Fuck, October! You hit me hard."

"I told you." I muttered, I turned and went to my closet.

"I get it, I deserved it." He mumbled.

I changed my clothes, and returned to my bedroom; Gerard was already in my bed. I cocked my brow at him this time, "Excuse me?"

"Huh?" He looked over at me.

"You're in the dog house, Mister."

He groaned, "You already slapped me!"

"And? I think a night on the couch will do you some good."

He shook his head, "What if your stomach starts to hurt? Do you like when I rub it for you?" Gerard had this total innocent look on his face.

I had to smile, "You win."

"I was just saying," He said lending out his hand, I took it and climbed onto the bed with him.

"No more talking, alright? You always seem to stick your foot in your mouth, Gerard."

He smiled, "I'll shut up, then."

I kissed his cheek, "Good."


Things moved steadily along in the next few days. Gerard tried not to be such an asshole, but his jealous ways were still apparent. Especially when we went out, if a guy looked at me, Gerard assumed that he was trying to hit on me or something. Most of the time I had to hit him upside his head. The man needs to stop being so damn insecure.

"How would you feel if I glared at every girl that looked at you?" I had asked him.

"I think it's cute when you glare." He smirked at him.

"You're impossible."

It was sweet sometimes, but it always got annoying after a while. He was like a dog marking his territory. He hasn't been this way before; I believe it's because of everything that's been going on.

Gerard, he was scared. He was scared more so than me. My doctor had called on Monday to see me right away, and we had to bring Busy with us. She was half asleep, she rested in Gerard's arms in the waiting room. I went in the exam room by myself, because I wanted to, and I didn't want Busy or Gerard to be there if something was wrong.

The entire time, my heart raced and tears swarmed my eyes. I was scared, and anxious. Inside the room, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

My doctor had come in, and he didn't look too happy. He gave a small sigh, opened my chart and began to talk to me...

I walked out 15 minutes later with some papers, and walked out into the lobby. Gerard looked at me, his eyes searching mine; "Where's Busy?" I asked softly.

"I here!" Busy called from the corner of the room; she was playing with the toys, "Daddy say I play."

I let out a breath, "Let's go."

"October, what did the doctor say?"

The tears were building, I didn't want to talk about it, "I want to go home." Was all I could say without bawling, "B, come here."

Busy skipped over, "All better?" She asked me.

I picked her up, "Yeah, baby." I kissed her cheek.

"We play?"

I nodded, "We'll go home and play."

Gerard grabbed my arm, "So, you're okay?"

I stared at him, "I don't want to talk about it."

His hand slipped from my arm, I walked out of the lobby and outside towards the car. Gerard followed, he seemed to be in a daze, too.