Chill 8 & 9
okay, so last time I said I posted 7 and 8, but for some reason, I didn't post 8 or...if I did, I can't see it xP
But anyway- here it is! :D sorry for any mild confusion :/ :P
Chapter 8: Nothing ever really ends.
It had been a week now.
I had gone this long without seeing him before but there was just this emptiness now…
He really wasn’t coming back. No more joking, no more kissing…no more surprises, or sarcasm, no more of his bright green eyes or his leather jacket…no more of that feeling I get when he’s around.
But he doesn’t want me around all the time. If he did, he wouldn’t have just come around every once in a while for a fuck… he would’ve taken me with him…
But he just doesn’t love me. I teared up, Nick does…
My room was now a bunch of boxes now and I slept in either my house, on my couch that was only gonna be there for one more night, or on his bed. Or, soon to be ‘our’ bed…
We had fooled around and stuff but… Nick is just really weird about that kind of stuff, he’s all into it being ‘perfect’ and whatever…
I don’t want perfect.
I sighed, and sat on my floor looking around at all of the boxes I honestly don’t think I’m ready for this… and if it wasn’t for stupid fucking Gerard I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this.
Stupid fucking Gerard...
I picked up my guitar, and began playing some slow, sad tune.
As I did I was suddenly overcome with that feeling again,
He was around, I continued to play, smiling goofily to myself …maybe he’d come around? Maybe he’d changed his mind…
Nick walked in, grabbing another box…the feeling hadn’t left, I gulped.
But I continued to play, more into the music then I’ve ever been.
Nick came in again, to get me. I stared out the window…he was there...I didn't know what the fuck he was trying to do...but he was watching me.
Nick pulled me out of my house by the arm.
I Love you. I mouthed. To the creature I knew was watching me...
watching me
As soon as we got into the house, I backed Nick up against the wall, kissing him fiercly
“What-what are you doing?” he asked, breathlessly, and I smirked
“This.”
I kissed him again, leading him roughly to his bedroom I pushed him down on the bed, and pulled off my shirt
“You-you’re beautiful.” He said, and I rolled my eyes, lying on top of him and unbuttoning his shirt until it wasn’t going fast enough and I just ripped them off instead.
He slung his head back, and I nipped at his neck, I could feel his hands at my back, trying to curl as to not hurt me, I slammed him against the headboard and kissed down his chest, biting wherever the fuck I wanted to…
I wanted that fuck Gerard to see this, I wanted him to know how I feel…
I want him to be jealous.
I had fallen asleep right beside Nick, but when I woke up he seemed to have disappeared I got up, and looked around, “Nick?”
He wasn’t there.
I felt like I was in a dream, everything was how it normally was but… but with something that was a little off. I turned around and saw a girl in a long white dress across the room from me and was overcome with this fear…
I just stared at her, she was beautiful in such an unexplainable way… almost like a corpse. She had jet black hair, and even darker eyes and she was just staring at me I backed away, but as I did, she appeared behind me, grabbing me
I screamed as loud as I could, but she covered my mouth, scratching my cheek with her long red nails
A kiss was not getting me out of this one.
She shoved me down onto the floor, and only then did I realize that she was floating, I shivered, holding myself
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?” I screamed,
And she turned into this…this demon, and flew into me, throwing me onto my back
“Stay away from him!” Her voice wasn’t human… it sounded like two voices melded together, I started to cry
“who-who?” I asked, and she screamed loudly in my face
“GERARD! He is ours… you think about him, you see him again…and you’re both fucking dead!”
After that, she screamed again and I was caught in some sort of whirlwind where all I saw was blood and darkness, and then
I woke up.
I looked beside me, and there he was… Nick… oh thank fuck…it was a dream…
I walked to the bathroom and went to the bathroom as I looked in the mirror there were two very distinct red marks leading down my cheek to my mouth
I gulped, I then heard Nick screaming from the other room
I ran over to him, and saw as the entire imprint of my body on the bed was completely covered in blood.
After the doctor had assured Nick that whatever blood it was wasn’t coming from me, we left the hospital
“What are those marks on your cheeks then?” he asked, touching them and I sighed
“There was this girl in the house last night…” I said, visably traumatized
“girl? What girl? Why didn’t you tell them?”
“She-she was dead…and she was floating, and she said she’d kill me and-”
Nick sighed
“That was all a bad dream, Frankie. Did you see anything real?” He ran his hand down my back
“But that’s where the red marks are from! And the blood!”
He rolled his eyes; I have never, ever seen him do that before.
“Think about what you just said Frank…she was floating?”
I felt stupid.
“Uh-huh.” I replied, voice small...
“Let’s just go home.” He said, pushing me towards the bus stop where I stood shivering away from mr. nonbeliever over here
“You know what Frank…I’m gonna go buy some bleach. You get home safe, okay? I’ll be there in a bit…”
He’s leaving me here?
“You’re leaving me here?”
“I don’t wanna sleep beside God knows whose blood sweetie, see you at home.”
HE kissed my cheek
“Okay.”
Chapter 9: Hold your breath
I had just watched Nick turn the corner when I felt cold hands cover my mouth
I bit one of the fingers, and was flicked on the nose
Gerard turned me around, and I hugged him tightly, getting no response
"This isn't what you think, kid." he said, not hugging back I backed away
"You saw a girl in your room?" he asked, and I nearly exploded
"You WERE watching me!" I said, and he rolled his eyes at me
"Told you, not talking about us at the moment, okay? The girl...what did she look like?"
"I, I dunno... Nick said it was a dream."
Gerard scoffed coldly
"You two are a perfect match, really. Both fucking idiots," He brought his hand to his face "anyway... what kind of 'dreams' as you call them cut you and leave a pool of blood
behind?"
I beamed
"I knew it wasn't a dream!" I exclaimed, and he tried to hide a smirk
"Wait..." I said, looking at him oddly
"Why do you care anyway?" I asked,
I watched as he bit his lip
"Did I ever mention to you the fact that I part-time as a private investigator?"
"fuck off." I swatted his arm
"Okay," he sighed
"I just find it interesting...that's it. And if there's another demonic being on my turf, I think it's my responsibility to rid of them."
I decided not to push the issue, happy enough that we were sharing the same air once again
wait...does he breathe...?
Nevermind.
"pfft, your turf." I joked, and he stuck out his tongue at me
"So what you're gonna do for me is track your dreams, keep a journal or a diary...I'm pretty sure you've got one of thoses right?"
I flipped him off
"Anyways, and if there's more blood. I'll find you,"
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"What is that?" Nick asked, looking at the black leather journal (I got the most macho looking one I could, trying to prove more to me then anyone else that it was NOT a diary.)
"It's a dream journal." I responded, jotting down everything I could remember from the other night
He sighed,
"Still on that kick, eh?"
"It's not a kick, Nick" I said, trying to sound serious despite the fact that I sounded like Dr. Suess
"Are you forgetting the blood?" I asked,
"Oh right!" he then exclaimed
"I gotta get the sheets out of the washing machine!"
Was he for real?
Night 1
Girl in white, FLOATING around my room,
she had black long hair, big round, really really black eyes
and skin whiter than my ass in the winter time.
She grabbed me, scratching me
and told me to stay away from-
At that moment I stopped writing, I had forgotten about that part...
The Gerard part.
She told me to stay away from him?
Fuck.
Now he's gonna want to stay away from me again, I erased that last line
and decided to forget about this whole journal thing for the night.
I'm turned on the TV
I'm pathetic.
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"Waitaminute!" Gerard exclaimed while I poured out all my information to him
"he was washing the sheets? Shouldn't they be like in some evidence locker...or something?"
"We decided it'd be easier not to tell the doctors that part." I said, and he nodded to himself
I like Private investigator Gerard.
Maybe not as much as normal Gerard who I got to kiss and fondle,
but I still liked him.
He was so... into this, his tiny pink tongue darted out of his mouth as he thought
his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes focused on nothing
He seemed so...human.
and then he laughed
"Does...um, Nick..or, whatever? Maybe he tries his hardest to act as lame as he is to like, I dunno hide the fact that he's a serial killer?"
I swatted his arm
"He's not lame." I retorted, causing Gerard to roll his eyes
"Look Frankie, feelings aside, the guy is about as badass as a barbie doll."
I try not to comment
"And hey! Investigators needa be objective."
I ignored that
"Nick couldn't kill anyone."
"well, you were asleep, there was a girl in the room that he's trying to convince you didn't exist, she coulda been a prostitute, he could've killed her
and maybe the dream was you...um, going into shock?"
If he wasn't such a goddamn coward he would have told Gerard flat out, whatever it was had to do with him, and not Nick.
But he couldn't risk that, not when they were having so much fun,
Together.
"I mean, c'mon!" Gerard exclaimed
"He cleaned the sheets."
"They were dirty."
"Yea...definately dirty." he said in a TV -like cop voice, and I laughed
"And he's the lame one?"
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But anyway- here it is! :D sorry for any mild confusion :/ :P
Chapter 8: Nothing ever really ends.
It had been a week now.
I had gone this long without seeing him before but there was just this emptiness now…
He really wasn’t coming back. No more joking, no more kissing…no more surprises, or sarcasm, no more of his bright green eyes or his leather jacket…no more of that feeling I get when he’s around.
But he doesn’t want me around all the time. If he did, he wouldn’t have just come around every once in a while for a fuck… he would’ve taken me with him…
But he just doesn’t love me. I teared up, Nick does…
My room was now a bunch of boxes now and I slept in either my house, on my couch that was only gonna be there for one more night, or on his bed. Or, soon to be ‘our’ bed…
We had fooled around and stuff but… Nick is just really weird about that kind of stuff, he’s all into it being ‘perfect’ and whatever…
I don’t want perfect.
I sighed, and sat on my floor looking around at all of the boxes I honestly don’t think I’m ready for this… and if it wasn’t for stupid fucking Gerard I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this.
Stupid fucking Gerard...
I picked up my guitar, and began playing some slow, sad tune.
As I did I was suddenly overcome with that feeling again,
He was around, I continued to play, smiling goofily to myself …maybe he’d come around? Maybe he’d changed his mind…
Nick walked in, grabbing another box…the feeling hadn’t left, I gulped.
But I continued to play, more into the music then I’ve ever been.
Nick came in again, to get me. I stared out the window…he was there...I didn't know what the fuck he was trying to do...but he was watching me.
Nick pulled me out of my house by the arm.
I Love you. I mouthed. To the creature I knew was watching me...
watching me
As soon as we got into the house, I backed Nick up against the wall, kissing him fiercly
“What-what are you doing?” he asked, breathlessly, and I smirked
“This.”
I kissed him again, leading him roughly to his bedroom I pushed him down on the bed, and pulled off my shirt
“You-you’re beautiful.” He said, and I rolled my eyes, lying on top of him and unbuttoning his shirt until it wasn’t going fast enough and I just ripped them off instead.
He slung his head back, and I nipped at his neck, I could feel his hands at my back, trying to curl as to not hurt me, I slammed him against the headboard and kissed down his chest, biting wherever the fuck I wanted to…
I wanted that fuck Gerard to see this, I wanted him to know how I feel…
I want him to be jealous.
I had fallen asleep right beside Nick, but when I woke up he seemed to have disappeared I got up, and looked around, “Nick?”
He wasn’t there.
I felt like I was in a dream, everything was how it normally was but… but with something that was a little off. I turned around and saw a girl in a long white dress across the room from me and was overcome with this fear…
I just stared at her, she was beautiful in such an unexplainable way… almost like a corpse. She had jet black hair, and even darker eyes and she was just staring at me I backed away, but as I did, she appeared behind me, grabbing me
I screamed as loud as I could, but she covered my mouth, scratching my cheek with her long red nails
A kiss was not getting me out of this one.
She shoved me down onto the floor, and only then did I realize that she was floating, I shivered, holding myself
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?” I screamed,
And she turned into this…this demon, and flew into me, throwing me onto my back
“Stay away from him!” Her voice wasn’t human… it sounded like two voices melded together, I started to cry
“who-who?” I asked, and she screamed loudly in my face
“GERARD! He is ours… you think about him, you see him again…and you’re both fucking dead!”
After that, she screamed again and I was caught in some sort of whirlwind where all I saw was blood and darkness, and then
I woke up.
I looked beside me, and there he was… Nick… oh thank fuck…it was a dream…
I walked to the bathroom and went to the bathroom as I looked in the mirror there were two very distinct red marks leading down my cheek to my mouth
I gulped, I then heard Nick screaming from the other room
I ran over to him, and saw as the entire imprint of my body on the bed was completely covered in blood.
After the doctor had assured Nick that whatever blood it was wasn’t coming from me, we left the hospital
“What are those marks on your cheeks then?” he asked, touching them and I sighed
“There was this girl in the house last night…” I said, visably traumatized
“girl? What girl? Why didn’t you tell them?”
“She-she was dead…and she was floating, and she said she’d kill me and-”
Nick sighed
“That was all a bad dream, Frankie. Did you see anything real?” He ran his hand down my back
“But that’s where the red marks are from! And the blood!”
He rolled his eyes; I have never, ever seen him do that before.
“Think about what you just said Frank…she was floating?”
I felt stupid.
“Uh-huh.” I replied, voice small...
“Let’s just go home.” He said, pushing me towards the bus stop where I stood shivering away from mr. nonbeliever over here
“You know what Frank…I’m gonna go buy some bleach. You get home safe, okay? I’ll be there in a bit…”
He’s leaving me here?
“You’re leaving me here?”
“I don’t wanna sleep beside God knows whose blood sweetie, see you at home.”
HE kissed my cheek
“Okay.”
Chapter 9: Hold your breath
I had just watched Nick turn the corner when I felt cold hands cover my mouth
I bit one of the fingers, and was flicked on the nose
Gerard turned me around, and I hugged him tightly, getting no response
"This isn't what you think, kid." he said, not hugging back I backed away
"You saw a girl in your room?" he asked, and I nearly exploded
"You WERE watching me!" I said, and he rolled his eyes at me
"Told you, not talking about us at the moment, okay? The girl...what did she look like?"
"I, I dunno... Nick said it was a dream."
Gerard scoffed coldly
"You two are a perfect match, really. Both fucking idiots," He brought his hand to his face "anyway... what kind of 'dreams' as you call them cut you and leave a pool of blood
behind?"
I beamed
"I knew it wasn't a dream!" I exclaimed, and he tried to hide a smirk
"Wait..." I said, looking at him oddly
"Why do you care anyway?" I asked,
I watched as he bit his lip
"Did I ever mention to you the fact that I part-time as a private investigator?"
"fuck off." I swatted his arm
"Okay," he sighed
"I just find it interesting...that's it. And if there's another demonic being on my turf, I think it's my responsibility to rid of them."
I decided not to push the issue, happy enough that we were sharing the same air once again
wait...does he breathe...?
Nevermind.
"pfft, your turf." I joked, and he stuck out his tongue at me
"So what you're gonna do for me is track your dreams, keep a journal or a diary...I'm pretty sure you've got one of thoses right?"
I flipped him off
"Anyways, and if there's more blood. I'll find you,"
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"What is that?" Nick asked, looking at the black leather journal (I got the most macho looking one I could, trying to prove more to me then anyone else that it was NOT a diary.)
"It's a dream journal." I responded, jotting down everything I could remember from the other night
He sighed,
"Still on that kick, eh?"
"It's not a kick, Nick" I said, trying to sound serious despite the fact that I sounded like Dr. Suess
"Are you forgetting the blood?" I asked,
"Oh right!" he then exclaimed
"I gotta get the sheets out of the washing machine!"
Was he for real?
Night 1
Girl in white, FLOATING around my room,
she had black long hair, big round, really really black eyes
and skin whiter than my ass in the winter time.
She grabbed me, scratching me
and told me to stay away from-
At that moment I stopped writing, I had forgotten about that part...
The Gerard part.
She told me to stay away from him?
Fuck.
Now he's gonna want to stay away from me again, I erased that last line
and decided to forget about this whole journal thing for the night.
I'm turned on the TV
I'm pathetic.
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"Waitaminute!" Gerard exclaimed while I poured out all my information to him
"he was washing the sheets? Shouldn't they be like in some evidence locker...or something?"
"We decided it'd be easier not to tell the doctors that part." I said, and he nodded to himself
I like Private investigator Gerard.
Maybe not as much as normal Gerard who I got to kiss and fondle,
but I still liked him.
He was so... into this, his tiny pink tongue darted out of his mouth as he thought
his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes focused on nothing
He seemed so...human.
and then he laughed
"Does...um, Nick..or, whatever? Maybe he tries his hardest to act as lame as he is to like, I dunno hide the fact that he's a serial killer?"
I swatted his arm
"He's not lame." I retorted, causing Gerard to roll his eyes
"Look Frankie, feelings aside, the guy is about as badass as a barbie doll."
I try not to comment
"And hey! Investigators needa be objective."
I ignored that
"Nick couldn't kill anyone."
"well, you were asleep, there was a girl in the room that he's trying to convince you didn't exist, she coulda been a prostitute, he could've killed her
and maybe the dream was you...um, going into shock?"
If he wasn't such a goddamn coward he would have told Gerard flat out, whatever it was had to do with him, and not Nick.
But he couldn't risk that, not when they were having so much fun,
Together.
"I mean, c'mon!" Gerard exclaimed
"He cleaned the sheets."
"They were dirty."
"Yea...definately dirty." he said in a TV -like cop voice, and I laughed
"And he's the lame one?"
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