Still (Chap. 2)
Title: Anything
Author: luluthetomato
Pairing:Bee&Gee
Rating: Idk pg13?
Pov: first, Bert
Disclaimer: This is not not fake.
Summary: Gerard’s not giving up but is it still to late
Dedication: xxambrosiaxx
AN: I don’t know why I’m continuing this. Be happy.
Chpater 1 Still.
It’s been two years and as I sip my drink I wonder how you’ve found me. Then again who says you were even looking for me, beside, this situation was bound to happen. You stopped calling me about a year ago maybe a couple of months after the phone call. It helped but only as much as it hurt. It had become routine to hear your voice once a day.
You took that away from me. I eventually blocked it out.
You look good, tired but good. Your hair has grown long and falls silently across your shoulders. I quietly thank whoever convinced you to dye it back to black. You look at me strangely as I smile at the thought. It makes me stop and frown at you but your eyes shift to the waitress as she shuffles back to the table. She looks at you and I watch as her body flirts with you. She stands there way too long for a simple coffee order. It pisses me off so I sigh loudly and she takes the hint and leaves.
“What am I supposed to say?”
Did you ever stop asking stupid questions? I grab the plastic cup that’s now empty and squeeze lightly watching my knuckles turn white. I let go and repeat the process almost forgetting you’re there until your fingers reach across the table. I pull away right before you make contact laying my hands in my lap. You just changed the whole situation from okay to extreme nervousness.
“Why are you here?”
You nod your head at the waitress as she sets your coffee down before looking at it smiling softly.
“Coffee.”
“Here of all places?”
“We never finished our conversation.”
I laugh loudly looking into your eyes to see if you were being for real. You are and I feel stupid. You always had the power to make me feel like total shit. I sigh and draw into myself feeling you way too soon and way too fast. I can feel the panic under my skin as you just sit there ideally sipping at your coffee. Everything about you drives me mad. The way you act as if though nothing were wrong. Like you never even heard me say everything I said to you that rainy day.
“Take me back.”
“No.”
“I need you.”
“Seem to be doing just fine without me.”
“Damn it Bert! Why are you so stubborn?”
“Because you mutilated me until there was nothing left!”
My vision becomes blurry as I dig in my back pocket for some change. My eyes are burning by the time I scramble out of the booth. You always have to come and ruin everything. I dash out of the little coffee shop racing towards my car trying to get away from everything you are as fast as I can.
“Bert wait..”
I fumble with the keys trying to pick the right one but all I see is water. For that moment nothing exists as tears cascade down my face and I become so angry with my self I slam my fist into the door.
“Bert, look at me.”
I refuse, closing my eyes leaning against the car. I feel your fingers on my shoulder and I spin around pushing you violently as my sobs come louder.
“Don’t touch me!”
You ignore me, wrapping your arms around me. I fight you with all my power. I know your skin is torn were my nails have scratched and maybe I’ll feel bad later for all the bruises your body will obtain from all my thrashing and kicking, but all I can do now is scream. You make me claustrophobic. You’re way too close and I grab handfuls of your beautiful hair, pulling and yanking, trying anything to get you away from me.
Away from me like you wanted to be.
My body is heaving as I try to pull air into my lungs but you only hold me closer. Your hands slide back around grabbing my face, forcing me to look at you. I grab your hands trying to get you off of me but you hold tight, my tears now running over our hands. I look at you for the first time and you look at me as if you’re waiting for something.
Anything.
“Don’t,” I exhale in a raspy whisper. I try turning away but you grip is more powerful.
“Please don’t,” and now I’m crying hard again because I know what’s going to happen next and I can’t let you have what you want.
Not again.
They’re just like I remember and so are you. Cigarettes and coffee. Love and power. My tears slow down as your sweet breath ghost over my lips. Your fingers spread across the sides of my face and my fingers feel the gaps. Then your lips are on mine again and you trap me between the car and your body. The body I haven’t felt in almost three years but oh how I wiggle slowly to fit into it. You leave a dotted line against my chin before balancing your lips against the skin of my neck. Almost as though you’re afraid to dive in but we’ve already gotten our feet wet and we just might drown.
And just as fast as you have invaded my world, I abandon yours. I push you from me and ignore the hurt look on your face because if I glance any longer I just might smirk and say you deserve it. I turn my back, sliding into the car and locking the door. When I finally look into your eyes you’re crying and it doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would. I sit there for a moment wondering what’s next. I still feel you on my lips as I place my fingertips against the tingle. You place your hand on the glass pleading with me over and over again... please, please, please. I trace your fingers and place my hand against the glass.
I think I can feel the warmth of your hand through the glass but I can’t tell as I switch into reverse and leave you standing there.
I start to drive home to where I belong with whom I belong and I think it’s over and done. I hope it’s the last I see or hear of you but my heart says different when my phone rings and I see your name.
Author: luluthetomato
Pairing:Bee&Gee
Rating: Idk pg13?
Pov: first, Bert
Disclaimer: This is not not fake.
Summary: Gerard’s not giving up but is it still to late
Dedication: xxambrosiaxx
AN: I don’t know why I’m continuing this. Be happy.
Chpater 1 Still.
It’s been two years and as I sip my drink I wonder how you’ve found me. Then again who says you were even looking for me, beside, this situation was bound to happen. You stopped calling me about a year ago maybe a couple of months after the phone call. It helped but only as much as it hurt. It had become routine to hear your voice once a day.
You took that away from me. I eventually blocked it out.
You look good, tired but good. Your hair has grown long and falls silently across your shoulders. I quietly thank whoever convinced you to dye it back to black. You look at me strangely as I smile at the thought. It makes me stop and frown at you but your eyes shift to the waitress as she shuffles back to the table. She looks at you and I watch as her body flirts with you. She stands there way too long for a simple coffee order. It pisses me off so I sigh loudly and she takes the hint and leaves.
“What am I supposed to say?”
Did you ever stop asking stupid questions? I grab the plastic cup that’s now empty and squeeze lightly watching my knuckles turn white. I let go and repeat the process almost forgetting you’re there until your fingers reach across the table. I pull away right before you make contact laying my hands in my lap. You just changed the whole situation from okay to extreme nervousness.
“Why are you here?”
You nod your head at the waitress as she sets your coffee down before looking at it smiling softly.
“Coffee.”
“Here of all places?”
“We never finished our conversation.”
I laugh loudly looking into your eyes to see if you were being for real. You are and I feel stupid. You always had the power to make me feel like total shit. I sigh and draw into myself feeling you way too soon and way too fast. I can feel the panic under my skin as you just sit there ideally sipping at your coffee. Everything about you drives me mad. The way you act as if though nothing were wrong. Like you never even heard me say everything I said to you that rainy day.
“Take me back.”
“No.”
“I need you.”
“Seem to be doing just fine without me.”
“Damn it Bert! Why are you so stubborn?”
“Because you mutilated me until there was nothing left!”
My vision becomes blurry as I dig in my back pocket for some change. My eyes are burning by the time I scramble out of the booth. You always have to come and ruin everything. I dash out of the little coffee shop racing towards my car trying to get away from everything you are as fast as I can.
“Bert wait..”
I fumble with the keys trying to pick the right one but all I see is water. For that moment nothing exists as tears cascade down my face and I become so angry with my self I slam my fist into the door.
“Bert, look at me.”
I refuse, closing my eyes leaning against the car. I feel your fingers on my shoulder and I spin around pushing you violently as my sobs come louder.
“Don’t touch me!”
You ignore me, wrapping your arms around me. I fight you with all my power. I know your skin is torn were my nails have scratched and maybe I’ll feel bad later for all the bruises your body will obtain from all my thrashing and kicking, but all I can do now is scream. You make me claustrophobic. You’re way too close and I grab handfuls of your beautiful hair, pulling and yanking, trying anything to get you away from me.
Away from me like you wanted to be.
My body is heaving as I try to pull air into my lungs but you only hold me closer. Your hands slide back around grabbing my face, forcing me to look at you. I grab your hands trying to get you off of me but you hold tight, my tears now running over our hands. I look at you for the first time and you look at me as if you’re waiting for something.
Anything.
“Don’t,” I exhale in a raspy whisper. I try turning away but you grip is more powerful.
“Please don’t,” and now I’m crying hard again because I know what’s going to happen next and I can’t let you have what you want.
Not again.
They’re just like I remember and so are you. Cigarettes and coffee. Love and power. My tears slow down as your sweet breath ghost over my lips. Your fingers spread across the sides of my face and my fingers feel the gaps. Then your lips are on mine again and you trap me between the car and your body. The body I haven’t felt in almost three years but oh how I wiggle slowly to fit into it. You leave a dotted line against my chin before balancing your lips against the skin of my neck. Almost as though you’re afraid to dive in but we’ve already gotten our feet wet and we just might drown.
And just as fast as you have invaded my world, I abandon yours. I push you from me and ignore the hurt look on your face because if I glance any longer I just might smirk and say you deserve it. I turn my back, sliding into the car and locking the door. When I finally look into your eyes you’re crying and it doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would. I sit there for a moment wondering what’s next. I still feel you on my lips as I place my fingertips against the tingle. You place your hand on the glass pleading with me over and over again... please, please, please. I trace your fingers and place my hand against the glass.
I think I can feel the warmth of your hand through the glass but I can’t tell as I switch into reverse and leave you standing there.
I start to drive home to where I belong with whom I belong and I think it’s over and done. I hope it’s the last I see or hear of you but my heart says different when my phone rings and I see your name.