Steph's pov
I woke up the next morning, as Abby stepping on my shoulder.
"Ow!" I moaned. Abby giggled.
"Get up, and come downstairs into the living room. Everyone's waiting for you." Abby demanded. Then she shut the door behind her. I rubbed my throbbing shoulder and sighed.
What are they up to this early in the morning?
Gerard's pov
We were in the kitchen as a herd of girls came down the stairs and towards the door. They walked into the laundry room instead and stayed there.
"What are they up to?" I said. Frank shrugged.
"Who knows. There girls." He stated. I nodded and took a long sip of my coffee.
"When you're done, I'll be in the living room, kay?" Frank said. I nodded and cleaned the breakfast dishes.
I have a feeling something's going on…
Nobody's pov
Gerard didn't even notice Frank sneaking out of the living room and going into the laundry room with the girls, while he washed the dishes. When he was finished, he walked into the living room. At that exact moment, Steph entered the room through the door on the other side of the couch.
"Oh, hey." Gerard said. In his mind, he figured out what was going on. But it was too late. Frank and Claire had locked the doors of the living room, so they couldn't get out. Steph figured it out too, and tried to open it. It didn't budge. The other girls came and laughed at Gerard banging on the glass door. They then got Frank, and they walked out the door. Steph sat down on the couch, and Gerard did the same. They sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. Then Steph got up and grabbed the guitar she had spotted in the corner.
"Can I?" She asked. Gerard nodded and she sat down with the guitar in her lap. She played 'When I Come Around' by Green Day, then 'Revenge' by Black Flag. She stopped and Gerard smiled.
"You're good. I didn't know you played." He commented. She smiled.
"Uh yeah." She said.
"Well how long have you played?" Gerard asked.
"6 years, I think. I didn't really hang out with anyone, and I didn't want to go home, so I went to the music shop nearby and started working there. The owner taught me to play guitar, base, drums and piano. I also learned to dance next door at the dance studio." Steph explained.
"You can dance?" Gerard said. Steph looked at him with a blank look on his face.
"What? I don't look like a dancer to you?" She asked, with a raging fire in her eyes. Gerard chuckled.
"No. I just am amazed at how talented you are." He said. Steph blushed and then handed the guitar to Gerard.
"Play me something." She insisted. Gerard gave it back.
"I suck. You are better off not hearing me play." Gerard said. Steph looked at him, with her puppy dog face.
"Please? I promise I won't laugh." She said. Gerard sighed and took the guitar back from her lap. Steph clapped in excitement and Gerard took the pick from her.
"What do you want me to play?" Gerard asked. Steph shrugged.
"Whatever you can play? Doesn't matter to me." She said. Gerard started plucking the strings for practice, and then started. Steph couldn't figure it out at first, but then it came to her. When he was done, after a million mistakes and cursing, Steph started to laugh, breaking her promise.
"Oh my. I guess you were right. Let's pretend that never happened." She admitted. Gerard put the guitar down.
"Did you even know what I was playing?" He asked. She nodded.
"Yeah, 'We will rock you' by Queen. But, you need some practice." Steph said.
"Alright, that's enough. I get the point. I suck." Gerard said. Steph shook her head.
"You do suck." She said, giggling at the bold comment she had just made. Gerard put his hand on top of hers and for a brief moment, they looked into each other's eyes. They tried to read how the other person felt for them, and they were inches apart, when Mikey started banging on the glass door. They backed away from each other, as Mikey walked in. And both of them were thinking the same thing.
Shit. We were so close!
Mikey gave them a weird stare, and then smiled.
"Guys, it raining outside, and the others are thinking of having a mud fight in the backyard. You wanna come?" Mikey asked.
"Sure." Gerard said. Steph nodded in agreement. Mikey looked at their hands and smiled to himself, having an idea what was going on, before he came in. Gerard let go of Steph's hands and she blushed. They got up to go outside. They both were relieved Mikey hadn't seen anything that may lead him to believe something that wasn't true. But little did they know that there was an audience peering through the window, seeing everything, until Mikey entered the room.
Mikey's pov
I knew it.
They looked like they were together. I didn't see everything, but they were holding hands. Oh well. Gerard will tell me when he's ready. I'm just hurt he didn't tell me sooner. I'm his brother. We walked into the backyard, and everybody was already fighting. I then felt something hit my back. I turned around as Steph grinned slyly. I picked up some mud and hit Gerard. We were now part of the fight. People were building piles of mud and hoarding it, others fell on the ground and were being thrown into puddles. It was just great fun for everyone. Everyone was covered in mud, from head to toe. Frank and Abby were making out in the mud, while we threw more mud on them. Eventually, we mover away from the two and kept fighting amongst ourselves.
Gerard's pov
We were cold and miserable. At least I was. So I hid behind a huge tree for a while. The others kept on fighting, and a few minutes later, Steph found me.
"Hey." I muttered. Steph smiled, wiping some mud caked hair from her eyes.
"I got bored. Mind if I join you back here?" She asked. I shook my head.
"No, go ahead." She sat down beside me, and the memories of 2 hours ago locked in the living room came back. Then Steph spoke.
"Gerard, I didn't like you when I first met you." Steph said. I looked at her, and frowned, "but I didn't really know you. I was being stupid and expecting the worst guy on the planet. But when you lived at my house, I met the sober side; the sweet side. You were kind, clean and you cared. You would listen to me, when I wasn't talking and you made me more comfortable with it. And I loved it. When you did get drunk, I just would remember the sober you, as I dragged you to your bed. I would remember the good company you were. Then, I found out something at the twin towers. Yes, you are an alcoholic. You're stubborn, you like being alone, you like being drunk and when you are you remind me of my father. You can be abusive and rude but, Gerard I lo-" She said. But she stopped their. I shushed her.
"I love you too." I said, finishing her off. She had to catch her breath from talking so fast. I had to as well when she finally smiled. I sighed and looked into her eyes.
Do it, Gerard. Don't be a pussy!
Next thing I knew, her lips crashed into mine and we were making out. My tongue found its way into her mouth and she pushed me down on the ground and we started rolling in the mud. It felt like we were one, and I had never been so alive. We were covered in mud, but all that mattered was that we were together in that moment. The moment kept going and I thought I'd never get tired. Then she finally gasped and pulled away. Steph's head lay down on me as she slowly fell asleep. I smiled and drifted off too.