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Anyways, here's chapter 39!!
Chapter Thirty-Nine: “Don’t Hesitate To Tell Me, Alright?”
- Chelsea -
“ACADEMICS CAN GO SUCK MY --!”
My rant was interrupted as the phone rang.
“Ugh, damn it,” I groan as I stand up and began to walk (I ended up crawling, actually) to the table where the phone was ringing loudly.
I lifted the phone from its cradle and placed it near my ear.
“Hello?” a slightly familiar voice cracked from the other end of the line.
“Yes? Who is this?” my brows were furrowed as I tried to decipher the tone of voice.
“It’s Gerard, Chels…I need help with my -- shit!” a thud was heard, as if tons of books had fallen from a library shelf (yes, I’ve heard that sound before). “Fuck! Oh God, I’m sorry. I need help with my Calc homework and Billie has guitar practice, Lindsey’s still doing her piece for art, Mikey…well, Mikey’s not exactly our level yet and, the rest are just…blah.”
I nod my head, “sure. Now?”
“If it’s okay with you…” his voice faded and, for a moment, I heard papers being organized.
“Alright. It’s okay…come on.”
“Thanks, Chelsea! You’re the best. I’ll meet you in ten minutes tops.”
I didn’t get to say goodbye -- and he didn’t wait for one, either -- as the dial tone came on and, as I placed the phone back onto its cradle, I took a good look around my apartment.
It was the messiest it has been ever since I had decided to have it remodelled and, oh God, I can’t fix these things up in ten minutes!
I rushed to the floor and stacked the books lying around near the left side of the couch, crammed the papers in an organizer that I never used until now, threw all of the scattered pens in this small pouch that housed all of my art materials (which wasn’t much, by the way, I’m not a very artistic person) and, placed the used bowl of cereal in the sink inside the kitchen.
Wait. Shit. I haven’t changed from my pyjamas last night…and it’s nearly two o’clock in the afternoon!
Whatever, I don’t think Gerard would mind that, anyway.
“Okay, Chelsea, calm down…Gerard’s just gonna pass by so I can help him with his Calc homework. It’s not like he’s going to be some sort of a fashion designer who would tell me what to wear and, what not to wear, right?” I reassured myself as I repeatedly raised my hands and pull them down slowly in an effort to calm myself down.
I shook my head and turned to the stack of books once again, pulling out my Calculus textbook and, the Physics worksheet from the orange organizer that I’ve recently pulled out from my closet.
Biting the white mechanical pencil that I’ve been using since God-knows-when, I had forgotten briefly how many minutes I had used up just sitting there, trying to figure out the formula for the problem that I’m currently on.
That is, until the loud and, familiar sound of the doorbell made its way to my ears.
I walked to the door and opened it, revealing a slightly dishevelled Gerard Arthur Way with his black Jan Sport bag, whom I let in at once.
“Come on in, Gee,” I mutter as soon as his face registered in my brain.
“Thanks, Chels,” he grins before doing so.
I shut the door carefully.
He took one good look at the room before turning around and his eyes got caught at the sight of my Winnie the Pooh onesie before he giggled.
Yes, fucking giggled.
“Your onesie’s cute!” he mentioned before sitting on the carpeted floor, near the stack of books that I’ve made approximately ten minutes ago.
“Thanks…I like your skeleton one, though…wanna exchange?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him and resumed the position I was in before.
“No thanks, hun,” he shook his head and I laughed.
My voice grew serious after a few moments, “so…what about Calc?”
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An hour passed and, I’ve noticed that Gerard had already done some work by himself…he actually just needed clarification on his answers.
“You’re all good, Gerard,” I groan before laying my head against the seat of the couch behind me.
“Thanks,” Gerard smiled as his hands rummaged inside his bag for his correction tape for the second time since we had started going over his homework. I handed out mine and poked him with it.
“Here, use mine for now,” I mutter, obviously bored, keeping my hair off of my face.
He nodded at me and returned to his notebook, removing the cap from my correction tape as he did so. I watched interestingly as he drew a perfectly straight line over the phrase that he did wrong. He caught me looking at him.
“What’s so interesting?”
I shrugged, “nothing…you just draw straight lines on paper, that’s all.”
He chuckled at my response but didn’t say anything, leaving the conversation hanging.
That is, until he asked, “what did you and Lindsey talk about?”
I shrugged again, “nothing important. She said that she was feeling a bit left out since we’ve all been talking to each other and you go places in order to make up for your lost grades and rarely saw her for the past week.”
“I know…I told her I was sorry for not always being with her,” he nodded his head solemnly, “but she understood me and…that’s what matters. How are things with you and Billie, by the way?”
“Things are going great. I met his dad last night and --.”
“What?! You met his dad?” Gerard’s face looked unbelievable, “dude, in my two years being friends with Billie, I’ve never seen his dad!”
I gasped, “what? You serious? He’s really nice, Gerard. I should tell Billie to introduce you guys some time.”
He shook his head and said, “no, thanks. You were saying…?”
“Oh, ha…well…his dad’s nice,” I mumbled, biting my upper lip. “We had fun talking about Green Day and, Radiohead…he’s almost like a teenager, actually.”
“Ohh,” was all he said and I kept my head down, not bothering to make any further conversation.
Awkward silence ovah here!
“So...you and Billie, huh?” he asked himself, “never would’ve thought of that.”
I grinned, “me either.”
He chuckles and stares right ahead on the blank television screen, “I’ve always thought that you’d end up with someone that’s like me back then, y’know. Quiet and anti-social and shit like that,” he exhales all in one breath.
“Me, too, actually,” I replied, looking at where his eyes were glued on, “I’ve always liked quiet guys. I’m guessing that, as you age, your mind changes angles and eventually settle on one that won’t make you feel the strain on your neck from looking in the wrong direction too long.”
“Yeah, well,” Gerard began to gather his things within my own scattered on the carpeted floor, “just so you know, I’m always gonna be here. If you’ve got any problem with him, ya know?”
He smiles at me quickly and stuffed the remaining scratch papers we had used previously into his bag, “Like, for example, if he was being an asshole or, or if he’s being all pissy and goes to be all sass-queen on you, you can always call me.”
Oh, Gerard, you will always be my sass queen.
His phone rang before I could reply. He looks at me and takes a brief look at the home screen of his iPhone, “Lindsey texted,” he swoops down and engulfs me in a friendly hug and, in that moment, I had realized how nice it was to be his friend once again. “I gotta go,” he said as he straightened up, motioning for the door.
“Oh! Sure,” I smile before getting the keys from underneath a chair mattress and, standing up, going to the direction of the door and unlocking it, swinging it open for him.
“One more thing before I leave,” Gerard pauses before his foot even managed to get out into the hallway, “if Billie cheats on you, don’t hesitate to tell me, alright? I’ll chop off his dick for you.”
I felt my forehead scrunch in disgust, “eww, Gerard, what the hell?”
He laughs one last time before stepping out into the corridor, “Yeah, well…that’s what friends do. I love you, Chels.”
“You take care of yourself.”
“I will!” he waves at me as he was a few metres away from my door.
I wave back and go back inside my apartment.
Okay, we can take deep, calming breaths now that this story is coming to a close :) And, yeah, with the falling action and all that jazz.
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