My Heart, Your Hands (3)
Title: My Heart, Your Hands (3)
Author: Me --> maxwelldeamon
Pairing: This part - Quinn/Mikey, Bert/Gerard but not very much. Again.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Very short, but features Quinn being cute so that makes up for it.
A/N: Comments = ♥ and make me write more :hint: . Jeph’s POV.
Dedications: all the gorgeous people who read and comment, especially _bleedout_
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
I open to door and take a deep breath before getting back on the bus. Gerard and Bert are still cuddled up on their chair. Mikey still has his arm around Quinn. Quinn looks up at me as I enter, with a worried expression on his face. ‘You alright?’ he mouths at me. I look away.
“Just gonna go have a shower,” I announce to whoever is listening. I make my way into the small bathroom, throw my clothes in a heap on the floor and step into the warm shower. My mind clears as the water cascades over my shoulders and down my back. I just stand there, enjoying the sound of the water hitting the tiles. My wet hair falls into my eyes, I reach up and brush it away. I giggle, picturing how Quinn’s hair is always doing that. Damnit, I’m thinking about Quinn again. I sigh and step out of the shower, drying off quickly and wrapping a towel around my waist.
I make my way to my bed and pull a pair of clean boxers from under it. I’ve just put them on when someone walks in, making me jump. I blush when I realise that it’s Quinn.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to make you jump.”
“It’s alright,” I tell him, pulling my jeans on. “What you doing in here anyway? Why aren’t you with Mikey?” I instantly regret mentioning Mikey. Just the memory of him with his arm around Quinn, MY Quinn, is making me feel sick. Quinn just shrugs.
“You’ve been acting kinda weird. I’m worried about you. You’re not yourself today,” he says quietly. I pull my shirt on over my head, my wet hair dripping slightly. He’s watching me intently, his face half hidden by his blonde hair. I open my mouth to tell him I’m fine, but I stop myself because I realise that he would never buy that lie and, more importantly, that I don’t want to lie to him.
“Just a bit down,” I tell him. It may be an understatement, but it isn’t a lie. “Can…” I hesitate, blushing slightly, “can I have a hug?” I ask him, feeling stupid. He smiles at me.
“Of course,” he replies, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. I rest my head on his shoulder, sliding my own arms around his waist. He stokes my back gently and my whole body relaxes against him as I breathe in the smell of his skin. After a while I feel him loosen his grip and slowly pull away. It takes every ounce of willpower in my body not to cling on to him. His face is inches from mine and one of his hands is still resting on my arm.
“If you ever need to talk…” he offers. I smile gratefully, a gesture that he returns. He gives my arm a quick squeeze before walking back into the other room. Walking right back into Mikey’s arms no doubt. I shut my eyes tightly. I’m not going to cry now.
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Incredibly short chapter, but I’ve posted two in one night, so that makes up for it, right? The next one will be longer! I promise.
Comments are love.
♥
Author: Me --> maxwelldeamon
Pairing: This part - Quinn/Mikey, Bert/Gerard but not very much. Again.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Very short, but features Quinn being cute so that makes up for it.
A/N: Comments = ♥ and make me write more :hint: . Jeph’s POV.
Dedications: all the gorgeous people who read and comment, especially _bleedout_
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
I open to door and take a deep breath before getting back on the bus. Gerard and Bert are still cuddled up on their chair. Mikey still has his arm around Quinn. Quinn looks up at me as I enter, with a worried expression on his face. ‘You alright?’ he mouths at me. I look away.
“Just gonna go have a shower,” I announce to whoever is listening. I make my way into the small bathroom, throw my clothes in a heap on the floor and step into the warm shower. My mind clears as the water cascades over my shoulders and down my back. I just stand there, enjoying the sound of the water hitting the tiles. My wet hair falls into my eyes, I reach up and brush it away. I giggle, picturing how Quinn’s hair is always doing that. Damnit, I’m thinking about Quinn again. I sigh and step out of the shower, drying off quickly and wrapping a towel around my waist.
I make my way to my bed and pull a pair of clean boxers from under it. I’ve just put them on when someone walks in, making me jump. I blush when I realise that it’s Quinn.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to make you jump.”
“It’s alright,” I tell him, pulling my jeans on. “What you doing in here anyway? Why aren’t you with Mikey?” I instantly regret mentioning Mikey. Just the memory of him with his arm around Quinn, MY Quinn, is making me feel sick. Quinn just shrugs.
“You’ve been acting kinda weird. I’m worried about you. You’re not yourself today,” he says quietly. I pull my shirt on over my head, my wet hair dripping slightly. He’s watching me intently, his face half hidden by his blonde hair. I open my mouth to tell him I’m fine, but I stop myself because I realise that he would never buy that lie and, more importantly, that I don’t want to lie to him.
“Just a bit down,” I tell him. It may be an understatement, but it isn’t a lie. “Can…” I hesitate, blushing slightly, “can I have a hug?” I ask him, feeling stupid. He smiles at me.
“Of course,” he replies, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. I rest my head on his shoulder, sliding my own arms around his waist. He stokes my back gently and my whole body relaxes against him as I breathe in the smell of his skin. After a while I feel him loosen his grip and slowly pull away. It takes every ounce of willpower in my body not to cling on to him. His face is inches from mine and one of his hands is still resting on my arm.
“If you ever need to talk…” he offers. I smile gratefully, a gesture that he returns. He gives my arm a quick squeeze before walking back into the other room. Walking right back into Mikey’s arms no doubt. I shut my eyes tightly. I’m not going to cry now.
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Incredibly short chapter, but I’ve posted two in one night, so that makes up for it, right? The next one will be longer! I promise.
Comments are love.
♥