|A Collection Of Memories
Author: BatteryDiamond PM
A Ferard fanfic, told from Frank's point of view. The story is basically just recalling memories of Gee and Frank.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Words: 694 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Published: 02-25-11 - id: 6775800
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I could see his chest rise, and then fall back down. I could hear his breath, and feel it roll across my cheek. His red hair was all sprawled across his head. I smiled and snuggled as close as possible to him, thinking that this is where I've wanted to be for weeks. And god, he was warm. He radiated heat; it was the most comforting feeling in the world. Rain ceaselessly came in torrents on the window on the opposite side of the bed.
"Goodmorning," Gerard slurred. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He giggled in that cute little "hoohoohoo" thing he does, and it turns my stomach into an atrium of butterflies. He gently kissed my forehead and whispered something inaudible. I wanted this moment, this hour, this past 30 hours to just replay again and again. I know we'd both get tired of this happening, but I honestly don't care. He made me so very happy, and I could never ask for anything more, from anyone else. It's just me and Gerard, here, being together. And not giving half a fuck what anyone says, and that makes me content. I've never lied to him, and why would I? There's never a reason to.
The view from here, from being on top of this mountain with him, it's great. It's irreplaceable. Everything he does is somehow right. When he brushes the snow from my hair, or kisses my nose when it's cold, or laughs like he's nine, this tiny piece of my internal puzzle rights itself. One more piece fits perfectly. He puts me together when I feel like falling apart. Does that make sense? Probably not. But it's not like it matters.
I sat up from my position on the couch and looked quizically at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, Gee." I giggled and fell on top of him, tickling him madly. I loved his laugh. It bubbled forth from his lips and filled my head with flowers, however womanly that sounds. Ugh, I wanted him so badly. I didn't want to ruin the moment, though. So I asked if he wanted coffee.
"Wanna go get some coffee?" I smiled at him, removing my hands from their places at his sides.
"Sounds fun. Will there be kisses involved?" he asked.
"You know it." I winked.
I leaped up, his hand in mine, and twirled around, feeling the wooden floor creak beneath my feet. It was marvelous, this feeling. It was something that I couldn't explain, and I really didn't want to. It was something that had rooted itself in my heart. Don't get me wrong- it was different. But absolutely welcome. I ran over to the counter in the kitchenette, and grabbed the keys from where they haphazardly lay. Stealing a glance back at him, I found him fixing his sassy red hair. I giggled and his head snapped up. He looked at me indignantly, but then let his face fall into a grin. He blinked slowly and walked toward me. I looked up at him as he neared me, and said,
"May I help you?" He leaned down and kissed me, gently on the right corner of my mouth. The breath that was in my lungs, ready to be exhaled, was stolen away. I rubbed my nose against his cheek, and placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Can't we just stay here? We have another 8 hours until the show, y'know," he whispered.
"I thought you wanted coffee," I frowned.
"But I want you a little more. Coffee can wait," he breathed slyly. Ugh, don't say that. I'm thirsty and there's nothing in this damn hotel. Gee, why are you so needy?
"Fine," I sighed. He laughed softly and shrugged off his leather jacket. I kicked my vans off and cupped my hands around his face.
"Gerard, you are so goddamn cute," I said playfully.
"I know, right?" He replied. I stood up on my toes and kissed his nose.