I dont own MCR, Frank Or Gerard. its not real, never happened, blah, blah, balh. So heres a little something I came up with. Yes, I, myself did burn my tongue. But unfortunately, no one kissed it better. :( anyways, ENJOY! reviews are greatly appreciated. ;) xx
I jogged up the hill to the cornor of the street where I was to meet Gerard so we could walk together to school. The air had a chilled bite to it, and the air smelled like October. The boring, grey street grounds were covered in decaying leaves, and the trees were covered in bright, autumn coloured ones, ready to fall. It was, in my eyes, a picture perfect sight. It was home at its finest.
I waited for maybe two minutes on the side of the vacant road until the dark-haired boy- my dark-haired boy came into view, blood-red converse, black-and-white checkered backpack, Iron Maiden sweater, and all.
I flailed my arms in the air, acting like a crazed child. I couldnt help it. He made me feel that way. Always has, always will.
As he approached me, a big smile grew on his skillfully painted face. Did his eyes look even more hazel today, or was it just me?
"Hey Frankie." Gee said, locking those unmistakable orbs with mine. How I managed to score someone as amazing as Gerard, I will never know.
"Hey baby," I greeted back, just under my breath.
"So how goes it?"
"I burned my toungue on pasta sauce yesterday!" I pouted, then stuck out my tongue, showing him. It's true; I did. My mom was cooking and It just smelled so good- I couldn't stop myself...
He chuckled at me and sugested in a mock baby voice, "Want me to kiss it all better?"
I nodded, my toungue still bordering past my lips.
Gerard draped an arm around my waist, keeping hold of his backpack strap with the other. He leaned in, and instead of pecking my lips, he kissed my tongue, like he said he would.
"There, all better?" Gee asked.
"Hmm... not quite. Almost... maybe you should try again." I arched and eye-brow at him, smirking.
Gerard leaned back down, kissing my tongue again. This time, though, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me and prying his lips open with my toungue, while I was at it.
He let out a satisfactory moan, and parted his lips. I unwillingly growled as our lips connected and we took each other in hungrily.
Gerard massaged my tongue with his, meanwhile, allowing his hands to wander my body. Our actions toward the other were indeed lustful, but the love between was undeniable.
Gerard pulled away, quickly pecking my lips one last time, before nterlacing our fingers and walking the rest of the way to school.
That just there was one of the best parts of my day; quite routine too, so I always have something to look forward to.
This boy makes waking up every morning worth it. Without him, who knows where I'd be.