Speed Dialing

Marilyn

The feeling of finally leaving that hospital room was just one of the greatest feelings in the world. I could finally leave the boring painted white walls and step into a brighter environment. Still, the whole baby thing bugged me to no end and I couldn’t help but still feel sour towards Gerard. I mean, this was kind of his fault in a way. Then again, it was partly mine as well.
I know what I said last week was probably convincing, but after I woke up from surgery, I just wasn’t so sure.
I could instantly tell that the man inside the waiting room was Gerard so my steps were stiffer. It was only a few seconds until Gerard turned around to look at me after I had stepped into the room.
“Marilyn!” Gerard quickly wrapped his arms around me in a hug. His arms had snaked towards my waist as he pulled my body closer to his. He buried his face at the crook of my neck, causing my cheeks to flush.
“Hey.” I greeted softly, not knowing what to really say. I bit my bottom lip and gave a concerned look to Frank, who just shrugged and mouthed the words, “He missed you.”
I messed with Gerard’s hair for a moment before speaking, “Reunion?” “Basically.” Gerard answered, sounding so overjoyed. I felt guilty for a split second for still being angry towards him, but my mood flickered back to it’s normal state in no time. I really was being an emotional roller coaster.
“I missed you so fucking much.” Gerard murmured against my skin. “I missed you too.” I admitted, speaking the truth. I had missed him, though it all.
“Excuse me, but I’m.. going to leave.” Frank stated, laughing as he stood up and leaving the room, waving as he did so. I couldn’t help but giggle and wave him off as well. “Great, you scared Frank.” I jokingly stated towards Gerard, trying to ignore all the past moments. Forgive and forget, right? Hm, maybe I should follow that motto instead of being sour.
“So.” Gerard’s hot breath hit my skin, causing me to shiver just the slightest bit. Gerard then pulled away from me and smiled weakly. “Sorry.” He apologized.
I tilted my head in confusion, “Huh? Sorry for what?” I asked. Gerard rubbed the back of his neck, looking a tad bit nervous. “Oh, well, I don’t know.” He bluntly stated. Then he snapped his fingers together and nodded. “Oh, right, I have something to tell you!” He reached out for my hand and practically dragged me out the door.
“Gah!” I squeaked as I followed his lead out of the boring and dreadful hospital! I took a long gaze around the whole outside and smiled at the sight of fall taking its toll on the trees and leaves.
“Okay, so we have this tour coming up in Japan,” Gerard began, “and I was kind of wondering if you’d come?” He bluntly asked with this mad grin on his face as he stopped walking on the sidewalk. Gerard turned to face me at this point. “What do you think?” He asked.
Wow, this was so much to take in wasn’t it? After a long silence, Gerard waved his hand in front of my face, to make sure I was still alive I bet. I nodded shortly after that, “Oh! Sure, I’ll go. Japan might be fun. Asians are cute anyway.” I teased, knowing I would think about the pros and the cons later.
Gerard snickered and within a second was behind me. His arms around my waist once more and he swayed from side to side, kissing my cheek several times as he did so. “I’m way better than a little Asian guy.” He complained, “I’m fucking Italian and Scottish, wrapped in one guy! C’mon!”
“Well, okay.” I giggled. When he held me like that, I swear I forgot everything in the world.
“Okay, so tell me,” Gerard stated, “You’re going to Japan with me and yet, you’re still in pain?” I shrugged a bit and spoke once more, “Well, I mean, the doctor said I’d just get heavy headaches now and then. My arms and legs just have cuts and are sore sometimes, but.. I’ll be fine.”
“Marilyn.” Gerard sighed heavily, “That doesn’t sound fine to me. Maybe you shouldn’t go….” “No!” I hastily replied, finding myself wanting to go at this point.
“Aw, okay.” Gerard sighed once more before speaking again, “If you get sick on tour though, I’m rushing you to the nearest doctor!”
“Okay, my squishy panda.” I replied.
“Squishy panda?” Gerard laughed at this and kissed at my neck, his lips resting there after wards.
“Yeah, pandas are my favorite animal.” I reminded him, “So you’re my official squishy panda.”
“Oh. Well, then you’re my.. You’re my..” Gerard scrunched up his face as he continued to think. “Oh! You’re my official fluffy gazelle then!”
It was on November the Ninth that Gerard became my official squishy panda and that I became his official fluffy gazelle.