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Okay, I did the 'simply waking up next to ANY star of ANY form' speech. Now
for the 'waking up next to ANY star of ANY form when you've done THAT' speech.

Oh boy...where to start...again...

Well, I have to say it didn't take me long to wake up, having not long slept
anyway. So, rolling over slightly in bed, my leg brushed against the form next
to me, it's back to me. I small smile spread across my lips, remembering what
I'd done barely half an hour ago.

After a lot of sighing and half giggling, I rested my head on Gerard's back.

So, the speech.

It is the most strange and surreal thing to wake up to. It's not exactly
everyday you can safely declare someone so...and several things are running
through my head here, but none of them are on topic, really...famous, I suppose,
as your boyfriend and also have memories of...

Even now it gives me chills of happiness and joy to think of it.

All I can say is, I took my time getting out of bed. I was quite happy snuggled
up to his back - it was warm and the sense of surrealism was keeping every fibre
of my body on edge, making everything feel ten times as strong.

But, I had to move sooner or later.
I moved when, from the bedside table, a mobile beeped, signalling an incoming
text. I reached out blindly, grabbing the one that was vibrating.

When I looked, I realised it wasn't mine, but after a few moments my own mobile
beeped with an almost identical message.

While one read: 'Wer r u? We need u 2 get sorted 4 Bert. U kno we cant deal wit
him'

Mine read: 'Wer r u? We need g 2 get sorted 4 summin. He knos wat'

I rolled my eyes before placing both phones back on the bedside table.

I knew I'd have to wake him sooner or later, but as I turned back to look at the
sleeping form, It was difficult beyond reason. He looked so cute. But I had to,
or they'd probably break the door down to get him.

Slowly, I ran a finger over the back of his neck before slowly rubbing down his
back. Groaning, he rolled over, laying an arm around my waist. I giggled
lightly.

"Come on, you've gotta get up. Orders from Mikey," I croaked, grabbing
the hand on my waist. The hand squeezed mine. "Never mind playing cute,
up," He groaned before sitting up. He looked around for a moment before
down at me, still lying in bed.

"Fine, but you're getting up too," He said, taking a loose hold of my
wrist and pulling me up with him as he stood.

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The smell of bacon had filled the kitchen as I handed a sandwich to Gerard as he
passed, yanking a shirt on.

"Thank you," He said brightly, nipping at my neck. I squirmed,
giggling, and I heard him chuckle from behind me. Pushing the frying pan to the
back of the cooker top and turning the gas off, I picked up my own sandwich and
turned to lean precariously against the cooker as Gerard rushed around, finding
socks, shoes and belt.

A thought occurred to me and I stepped over to the archway, leaning against its
frame.

"Gerard?"

"Yeah?" came a distant reply from behind the sofa. Suddenly, he popped
up, sock in hand, before taking a bite out of the sandwich.

"Who's Bert?" I had a good idea, but it was better to be safe. He
froze.

"What?" I shrugged a shoulder.

"How else can I put it? Who-is-Bert?" He looked at me frowning.

"Why do you wanna know?" I thought a moment.

"Well, I just wanted to know. I mean-" His glare cut me off.
"Alright, I picked the wrong phone up this morning!" He shook his
head. "I'm guessing this is Bert as in Bert McCracken, right?" He
nodded before plonking himself down on the sofa, shoving socks on while holding
the remainder of his sandwich in between his teeth. "So how many am I
cooking for on the next tour?" I asked, amused slightly.

"You really don't have to cook, you know," He said through a full
mouth.

"I know I don't, but if I didn't, who'd look after you lot?" He pulled
the sandwich from his mouth, ripping some off.

"I don't know. Mikey does a pretty good job of it..." I rolled my
eyes.

"Yeah, but I bet he doesn't enjoy it. And don't talk with your mouth
full,"

"And you do?" He asked, swallowing hard.

"Maybe," He stared at me, blinking a few times. "What?" I
took a bite out of my own sandwich.

"You have to be the first person to say that," I smiled.

"I like making firsts," I said through my food.

"Oi, no eating with a full mouth, remember?" Swallowing, I smiled.

"Yes daddy," He grinned.

"That's what you said last night," My mouth fell open slightly. He was
giggling to himself as he finished the sandwich and shoved his shoes on, my
mouth still hanging a few feet open...

After a moment he was dressed and ready. He stood in front of me.

"You gonna finish that?" I didn't answer, closing my mouth before
opening it again, still unsure of what to say. "I'll take that as a
no," He took the sandwich from my hand. He smiled at me as I looked up at
him.

Walking past, I heard a 'thunk' as he set his empty mug on the worktop before
feeling a sharp tap on my backside. I jumped, turning slightly to be met by lips
pressing down on mine. I smiled slightly, pressing back.

Yet, when it became apparent he was more interested in me than being off to see
Mikey, I had to steer him out of the house, still lip locked.

"Goodbye," I said, his lips still on mine while stood at the front
door. He groaned.

"Don't chuck me out," I smiled.

"I'm not, I'm sending you to your other engagements, so-" I pulled
myself away from him. "Go!" I called, giggling as I shut the door.