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FANFIC - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS CAP.14 – Insane Thoughts

TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... "Sorry, I did not" put the bags down and bends to pick up the lighter "Did I hurt you?" Hands it to me "No, everything is ok ..." appearing Elo You're a great peasant. Opens in a grin. Mora, plump, round face and sweet smile, "I must escape, excuse me! Hello! Even have time to answer a miserable 'hello' is already gone inside.


chap. 14 - Insane Thoughts

Frank sgranagli eyes. "Ja-Jamia ... what are you doing here?"'s Literally sticks his neck. "I wanted to surprise you!" Looks shocked and worried about running into the room. "I bought some things I wanted to show you ... but do not open this envelope because it is your gift and do not want you to see!" Frank smiles at her ... is that what is likely to feel a pang in his heart ... or for happiness sadness ... we'll never know. Gerard continues nervously touching the forelock ... "I'm going to smoke a cigarette." This low profile in a hurry. Out of breath out of the room, holding my jacket "Here, let's go" I do not understand, it seems absurd to have a hurry, "Where want to go? You are about to miss the train? "Tries to stay calm but his eyes leaked want me to drag me away by force," I thought we could go buy Christmas presents, "said unconvinced. "Now?" I do not understand what is going through his head. "It is courage ..." take me by the arm, "Wait ... I" I motion with his free hand toward the inside of the room "after greeting the kids ... now we must go." I freeze in force. Gerard does not convince me. ... What's going on? "Stares at me without being able to give me an answer. I open my arm and go to step into the room, from which they come talk and laughter. It is a moment a bit '... weird. I'm confused. The girl who shortly before he was about to overwhelm and into the arms of Frank's ... fixes a bunch out of place. She kisses him.
is ironic that the day when I had to prove myself and cut the bridges I have almost completely reversed all the unhealthy idea of declaring my love ... and now I thank the heavens for not having done so.
My feet are glued to the floor, arms feel heavy, sudo. He noticed that I'm here and I'm staring at them ... I'm staring. He knows that I understand, he knows he does not say a word, either now or any time we meet, by chance, through a window. His eyes betray the girl discontent ... that is attached oozes love and joy from every pore ... but he is the one, can not hear his voice that tells of the pre-Christmas sales, does not feel his hands occasionally stroked his hair, does not feel nothin 'but a deep desire to kick the world.
"Come on," a voice is whispering my ear while I'm dragging it out and took it behind my back strong and determined. Do not resist, because I do not have the physical strength to do so, the brain has disconnected and set aside my motor skills. I almost collapsed at the hands supporting the roof of the car of Gerard. "Come on, go up ..." I support keeping the door open while I take place. Reaches its driving seat and set off.

"Tell me something ..." and stop staring into space "
is the third time you ask me ... but Gerard is the only time you feel apprehensive. Pull on the road that had to be one of the mall, but instead is almost half an hour that we turn round to an old road used to connect two areas of somewhat peripheral Jersey.
She stares at me while running my hands through his hair, then adjusted the hem of his coat and then go to control brushing fingernails one by one. "I'm sorry ... I did not know she was today ...." Silence. Block my hands. "Relax" E ' Easy to say when the only thing I would do is go to the edge of a cliff to end my suffering. Yes, I'm tragic, I've always been ... And I need someone who has already ... someone. Holy God. Cry now part of the routine of my life ... sometimes it seems to me to cry even when I sleep, while eating, and laughing ... so I'm used to having their cheeks when they are wet and the dry feel. My tears away Gerard spring that my hands had become almost unbearable to the touch. "You should do with it rather than continuing a reason to cry" his harsh words pierce my heart and now it looks like a totally different person from what he showed me during this whole week. I have no strength to answer, I will not. I can not even say or think that I want to go home, holed up in my world, get some 'peace ... because I do not have a house ... and do not call home ... your home. Perhaps it is time to return to Italy, to return to my quiet life of unemployed to draw as a hobby.
"Let's go home?" Asks me softening the tone, as if he had repented of hardness used just before. "Yes"
The way back seems much longer than that of going first ... because I could not even fall asleep under sedation, and secondly because the discomfort that keeps me away from Gerard is unbearable, and as my fate is to suffer it is obvious that the road has to stretch for this to be fulfilled in the best way. It started raining, it's almost one o'clock when we get home. We run from the porch with jackets in the head, just open the door we merge into the house. The wet comes early in the bones are rotten to the parking lot ... there seems to have walked an hour in the rain ... damn. "Here, dried" Gerard hands me a towel ... I have not even realized that it was going to take it away. Just can not, I have to sit a moment. I take the first chair that I find, I put down the towel, I believe the opposite. Perhaps you're right, I must resign. The very thought gives me a pleasant but almost sad serenity. Gerard comes up to me, kneels in front of me, hands on my knees, shaking like to give me strength. "Stop crying now" ... a tuft of hair on his face partially covering her eyes and it is unfortunate, because they are especially beautiful. I know that this thought is out of place now, but to have them so close together is a sin not to admire them. "Do not cry anymore, it was the rain" I'm telling the truth, I stopped crying over the threshold of 'home'. I do not know how, but this place manages to wrap ... despite my pride would not let me affezionarmici too. "Wait ..." take a strip dell'asciugamani after toweling was placed around his neck and dries my face. I would like to complain but it is so delicate that I do not know what to say. Contact albeit through a bath towel startles me and makes me nervous ... because andnot Gerad is not one to fuss, because it is the guy who has always treated me kick your ass ... I feel that this is not the reason ... and that I scares a lot. They are probably tired.
deviations hand from my face, flat "Enough ..." I keep my eyes down and if you know a little bit I would say that as usual he has read and understood all my thoughts. I expect a sarcastic phrase, a laugh ironic, insulting, yeah, that too ... but none of this comes out of his intentions. Is staring at me, I look to be safe and is right there looking straight into my eyes ... now I can fix that wet and rebellious bunch that he falls over his eyes putting it behind his ear. Do not misunderstand the fact that I like to look into your eyes because it is not really the case. And do not misunderstand the fact that even after we put the tuft behind the ears have reached your neck with a caress ... no, you do not. Maybe it's too late because you're getting closer, but I'm petrified, I do not move, so please, come back. Your right hand now holds fast to the back of my neck while continue to get closer ... I feel your breath on his face now ...
"We do not even try" was the phrase that comes out just a thought disconnected from my lips, hard.
Gerard stops, but does not appear mortified ... how could it not part of its 'being'. He gets up, like nothing had happened, continued to dry out a little more 'hair, then you start in the room without saying a word.
What I got? ...
laugh sitting in this chair.