Chapter Eighteen

   Nigel tipped his hat toward me and I swore he batted his eyelashes. While taking my hand, he made me giggle daintily. I loved the way he did that. Calmly, we both sat down in the green grass, a sea of flaying green silk in the middle of a town, and held hands. I noticed his hand were unusually cold that day. This must have been before my vampirism and death. Playfully with the other hand, he ruffled the end of my skirt. I gasped jokingly and tapped his hat, making it fall to the ground.

 Startled by Frank’s warm hand still on my forehead, I remembered to be human and stirred slightly. Had I just seen that in a few seconds? Ugh, all of these memories weren’t doing me any good. Frank’s lips left my head, but for some odd reason I wanted to bite them, and keep them there. No, I pushed that thought away and focused on Gerard’s smell. He smelt like a bloody mess. Finally the door shut quietly.

“Gerard.” I would have gotten up, but I was actually comfortable, so I stayed.

“Yeah.” He sounded so worn out.

“Next time let me know when dinner comes over, Kay.” I asked and winked at him.

“I love you.” I figured this would be another blurt out, but he smiled when he said it, so I figured he meant to say it. This wasn’t just a floating thought.

“How about we go out?” I started to swing my legs over, but Gerard gently pushed them back. I wondered what he was thinking when he touched me. Hmmm.

“What? You are sick. We should stay home.” Home? I giggled inside and realized my mood was improving as we spoke. He was too cute.

“C’mon, Gee, you need a dose of fresh air.”

“But what about you…” obviously he was rolling the choices over his tongue. I could see it in his wondering eyes. You didn’t have to be physic to know he really wanted to get out and finally after another fifteen minutes of deciding, my Gee had approved, but he told me no alcohol. Well, we would have to fix that.

  Once I was out of bed and had showered, Gerard seemed more at ease. While I was washing up he went home and packed some clothes, so before he got back home I made room for his stuff in my drawers and a bit in my closet for his shirts. Basically he was moving in with me. My new mood made me feel all giddy inside. After I was out of the shower, my hair was dry, and I had on a pair of very comfy skinny jeans, I decided to curl my hair. It wasn’t something I wanted to dwell on; the getting ready for something part, but my mind kept rolling over it again and again, reminding me. While I curled my straight hair, I hummed to myself and that was something I rarely did, but right now I was doing it. Keys jingled in the dead bolt and I knew my Gee was home. I loved saying that; My Gee is home, home for me to hug and hold. I grabbed his two suite cases and dragged them to my room and set them on my bed.

“Thanks, babe.” He took my waist as I turned around and kissed me. When he let up I smiled with my eyes and let them sparkle to no end. “So you can’t infect me with your juice can you?” he teased, grinning my favourite he had to offer.

“Oh, well, it’s not as easy.” I winked, but didn’t really tell him that I could in fact turn him with one un-careful kiss.

  Once we had un-packed all of his stuff Gerard asked me if we could pick some things up. I laughed whole heartedly and smiled, telling him yes, yes, we could. During my cleaning I found a multitude of things I had been looking for; my favourite camera lenses, zebra striped skinny jeans, and other odd ball things. Gerard seemed to laugh at everything he picked up, which he threw on my bed so I could sort it all out. The only thing I disliked about this was that it didn’t feel like my room anymore, it felt like our room. I knew that sounded weird, but I still thought it. Even though it looked like he despised them, Gerard left my sacred ‘My Chemical Romance’ posters taped to the wall where they were quite comfy.

  The sun was almost ready to leave the sky and Gerard and I were still at home. Both of us had decided to wash up his clothes, so right now we were folding a rather large pile.

“Are we ever going to get out?” I wondered out loud. Gerard sighed, but didn’t answer. His stomach answered for him.

“I think I’m hungry.” He laughed.

“Um, hey, I need to tell you something else, Gee.” He looked at me worriedly. What with my bitten lip, whiter than white face I would be worried too.

“Yeah?” he hung up a shirt quickly and started on another, but slower this time.

“I ah, don’t actually eat so when we go out tonight I figured we could put your stuff in the fridge because I don’t really use it.”

“You don’t eat?” his brow furrowed.

“I don’t have to, but sometimes I do, just to feel normal.” I mused, pondering why ‘feeling normal’ had just crossed my mind. I had never felt the need to be normal. Normal shmornal, I thought.

“Well, yeah sure. You wanna go to the grocery store now?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. If you don’t mind?”

“No, no, it’s just…I don’t know. Let’s go.” He grabbed my house keys with an excited look on his face. No, not excited he was – above excited, giddy almost. I longed to taste his mind once again.

  We walked to the store. Walking through the city made me feel a little better, but Gerard’s kid like face still lingered in my head. Though I still smiled at his blissful smile as it rolled through my head like a slideshow only meant for happiness. Gerard noticed my smile and hooked a warm hand around my waist with that same smile. I watched his black hair dance around in the wind.

“This feels so normal,” I noted. Gerard nodded and mused over the concept.

“But I like it.” I finished, smiling up at him while he looked forward down the cold sidewalk.

“Are you alright?” he looked down at me worriedly.

“I’ll tell ya later. Right now let’s get food.” His stomach growled at the thought and we both laughed loudly as we walked through the sliding doors of a small grocery store.