I walked back into M's room. She could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong. She asked about it. I sighed. "What would you say if I told you that Gerard invited me to go on tour with him, but I said no because I don't want to leave you in your time of need?" I asked.
"I would say what the fuck is wrong with you!" she replied, "You can't miss an opportunity like this because of me. Look, I'll get better. You'll be back soon and we can text every single day that you're gone. If you don't go, you';; regret it for the rest of your life."
"You promise you won't get mad?" I asked.
"Do you really think if I just said all that, I would get mad?" she countered, "Now go call him and tell him you're going!"
"But-" I started.
"Go!" she said, smiling. I smiled back as I walked out to the hallway. I called Gerard again. He picked up on the first ring.
"I have great news!" we said in unison, "You first! No... wait... shit! Are you doing that on purpose?"
"Okay, you go first," he said, laughing.
"I told Michelle the whole thing and she said she won't get mad if I go!" I exclaimed.
"My news is even better," Gerard bragged.
"Then tell me already!" I said.
"I asked the guys and they said Michelle can come too if you want," he replied.
"That's awesome! We'll definately come," I said.
"Aren't you even going to ask her first?" Gee asked.
"Actually I'm with her right now- you ask her!" I exclaimed. I ran back into the room and handed the phone to Michelle before Gerard could protest. He explained the whole thing to her.
"So will you go?" he asked.
"FUCK YES!" she exclaimed. She handed the phone back to me and started squealing.
"Meet us at the Hyatt hotel at 5 AM on Sunday," Gerard said, and he gave me the address and his room number.
"We'll be there," I said. We hung up. For the next couple hours, we gushed about how much fun it was going to be, what we would bring, etc. Then a doctor came in with her discharge papers. We took the bus to her house (my car was still over there) and I helped her pack. Then we drove to my house and did the same. We were both bringing way too much stuff. While we were choosing our outfits for Sunday, Michelle's phone rang. It was the police department. Aaron had confessed to everything and he was going to prison. They were also granting her a temporary restraining order. It was really late by the time they had settled all the details over the phone, so I just let Mic sleep over at my house. That night, I dreamed about touring with Gerard. My Gerard.
This sounds like an ending, but it's just the beginning! Read chapter 11!