Hope ➻ Gerio [2]

02

❝ If the whole was watching I'd still dance with you ❞  niall horan 

Sergio groaned and rubbed his eyes. "W - what the hell happened last night?" He suddenly bolted up and fumbled for his shirt. 

Gerard stretched and groggily sat on the bed. "I don't know. B - but where's my shirt?"

"I don't fucking know."

"Wait a minute. Jesus Christ. Do you think we had - "

"Fuck no!"

"But our pants are still on."

"Good," Sergio said sternly.

Gerard rolled his eyes and scoffed. 

"What the hell was that for," Sergio jokingly asked.

"What? Am I not allowed to scoff anymore?" Gerard jumped up and looked at his friend.

"Well, no. You know what just fucking forget it," Sergio waved his hand in dismissal, "are you still - nauseous?"

Gerard nodded slowly. "Jesus. Honestly, not for a while. But yeah - sometimes."

"I'm so fucking sorry."

"Don't be. I chose to react that way."

"Still. If I didn't make that stupid ass joke -" Sergio looked down on the ground and fuddled with his fingers.

Gerard ruffled Sergio's hair and looked at him in the eyes. "Sergio, look at me. It's not your fault."

Sergio sighed. "Yes, it is. If I didn't make that shitty joke, you wouldn't have had to react at all."

"Jesus Christ! It's not okay," Gerard chuckled, "it also brought us closer together. Didn't it?"

"Well, yeah."

"See. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Fine, fine. Okay. Now just shut up, would you? But look I would kiss you again, but that would be fucking gross."

"Jesus Christ Sergio. That's just - ew." Gerard cringed.

Sergio roared and pat Gerard's leg. 

"What?"

"Y - your face. It's fucking priceless you know that?"

"Um, thanks?" Gerard looked awkwardly.

"You're so fucking cute. You know that?"

"Er - Jesus Christ," Gerard's cheeks flushed, "thanks. I - I'm going to brush my teeth." Gerard stood up and walked toward's the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door behind him. Once he got inside,  he put his hands on the sides of the sink. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, his mind was clouded by a river of thoughts. His heart was beating fast. Why was Sergio doing this to him? It's like Gerard started to become crazy for Sergio. The turned on the tap and ran his hands through the freezing water. But he liked it that way. He grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and sighed.

Outside the bathroom, Sergio leaned back to lie down on the bed. He put his hands on his face and closed his eyes. He wanted to escape the world for a minute. His insides were like jelly - or more precisely while his insides were jelly, his brain and heart was slowly crumbling apart. But he couldn't tell anyone otherwise he will seem like a pussy. To be fair, at least he didn't have mental breakdowns every day. 

Sergio heard the door creak. All of a sudden, he sat on the bed with his eyes bulging out of their sockets. "Fucking hell, Gerard. What was that for," he stammered.