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I watch as you stare at the wall, tears beginning to form in your big blue eyes. I wanted to know what was wrong, what was causing you this pain, but I felt like I already knew. The black bruise around your eye was very apparent. I could never understand why you let Gerard treat you like that, as if you were his object. His slave. It upsets me.
I cough, and you quickly wipe your eyes, and look over at me. "Oh. Quinn." You say softly. "I didn't see you there..."
I walk over and sit next to you. "Bert, what happened?"
You give me a confused look. A look I can see right through. "What are you talking about?"
"Bert, I can see your eye."
You cover it up, giggling nervously. "Oh, I just...ran into a door..."
I give you a sympathetic look. "Bert, did you and Gerard have a fight?"
You quickly shake your head, and that tells me you did.
"Bert..."
You look at me, your lower lip trembling slightly.
"What happened?"
You look at your hands, and sigh. "We had a fight. But it was my fault..."
My eye twitches. I hate when you say it's your fault. It's not your fault that Gerard hits you. It's not your fault he's a controlling bastard. It's not your fault...that despite all that, you still love him.
And it was my fault that it made me sick.
"What were you fighting about?" I ask, looking away from you. I just can't stand when to make that face...
You sit for a minute, just looking around, as if you didn't even hear me, like I wasn't even there. I start to think you didn't even hear me, and I open my mouth to repeat my question.
But then you answer, "It was stupid." as you shake your head.
You know when you say that, it makes me more curious, so why did you? "Bert, please." I look at you, and your lip trembles more.
You start to sob again, and you put your head on my shoulder. I welcome you into a hug, rubbing your back. Your hair smells like oranges and...oh. The all too familiar scent of Gerard's essence. I hope you didn't let him... "Bert, what did he do?"
You choke on a sob, and look up at me. The innocent look in your eyes me you didn't let him. He forced you to.
"Oh, Bert..." I hug you tighter. You seem so fragile in my arms, I'm almost sure I broke you.
"I said something I shouldn't have," You finally rasp, looking into the distance.
"What did you say?" We both know you have a habit of speaking your mind, and sometimes it got you in way over your head...
"I said I loved him..."
I pull away from you, confused. Why would that make him mad?
"I said I loved him..." You continue. "but I love someone else more."
The idea of this almost makes me squeal. Almost. "Who is it? Do I know him?"
You nod, your face turning red.
I begin to wonder. Maybe it was another member of My Chem. Or maybe...but then I realize. It's Jeph. Of course it is. I see the way you look at him. Such lust. Such adoration. Such...love. I had the feeling you two would end up together. So...why does I feel like my heart is being torn out?
I smile. "I'm happy for you. I knew you two would end up together."
And you look at me with confusion. "Who?"
What do you mean who? I look down at you. "You and Jeph."
"I wasn't talking about Jeph."
"Then who are you talking about?"
You look at me as if it were obvious.
And then I understand.
"Bert, I..."
You shake your head. "I know, it's dumb. I know you're not gay. I know you don't like me. But...I can't help the way I feel. I love you."
I look at you angrily. "I can't believe you would say that! How dare you think that way?!"
You look down at your hands again. "I'm sorry..."
"How dare you think I don't like you!"
It takes you a few moments for that to sink in. Then you stare at me. "What?"
I smile. I loved that you were so clueless sometimes. "I love you, too."
You stare at me, and I start to think that you stopped breathing. But then you tackle me to the ground, covering my face with kisses. Then one big kiss on the lips.
And I kiss you back, sighing into it.
We pull away, you with a wide grin on your face that makes me laugh.
"I had no idea you liked guys," You say, keeping your face in the same position.
"I don't like guys," I smiled at you. "I like you. No. I don't like you. I love you. I love you, Bert McCracken."
"I love you too, Quinn Allman."
We kiss again, and I lean on you. "What do we do now?" I ask, looking at you.
"Now," You say, your hands lingering on my shirt. "is when the fun begins,"

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