Blow Me A Kiss - Gerard Way - 41

A couple of hours later, everyone met back at the vans, the sober drivers taking their time deciding on a place to park the vans overnight while everyone slept. Everyone was pretty drunk, but pretty happy, and chatting away telling stories of what had happened over the last few hours.
"She was fuckin hot!"
"This guy poured beer all over the first guy, the one with the beard, and then told him"
"I'm so sick of beer. I ain't drinkin another one till I turn fourty one, I swear to god."
You weren't listening, because although you had a firm hold on Phil's hand, he was talking to Ray or something. You were far too busy looking at your feet, biting the side of your lip, deciding on wether you should steal a glance at Gerard or not. Just to check wether he was still as attractive as your mind told you he was.
So you did. And he was already staring at you. Both sets of eyes met, neither faltering, and held the contact, quietly sharing a secret. After a little while you both smiled, before looking away in different directions.
A minute or so later you felt a pull on your hand, and you looked up from your shoes.
"Hey, wanna stay in our van tonight, have a cuddle again?" Yeah, you'd spent the last two nights in the other van, sleeping with Phil. Just sleeping. And cuddling. But you quickly glanced at Gerard, and he was looking at you again, before he smiled embarrassedly at being caught looking again, and looked away.
"Um, nah. I think I should spend tonight in our van. I think everyone was getting a little disgruntled at me."
"Really?"
"Yeah." (no not really.)
"Well hey that's fine, I don't want anyone hating. I'll see you in the morning, alright?" He kissed you quickly on the lips, and jumped into his van with the other 3 members, and you did the same, landing somehow in the backseat with Gerard.
Everyone was all, 'oh so your back in our van?' teasing and such, but nobody had really minded your absence. Sober Bob drove to this parking lot, and parked a little while away from the other van in the darkness.

All the people in the bus started pulling out pillows and blankets, and re arranging the seats around, Bob and Mikey in the front two seats, reclined back, everyone else moved one of the middle seats so it lay flat and kinda made into a big bed with the other middle seat. The way it was set out, it made a little compartment for you and Gerard, when you laid out your seats flat, but no one seemed to notice but you two. So you pulled out your rainbow brite pillow, and he pulled out his batman one, and you took out both your comforters, and he laid them both out on top of you both, since it was quite a cold night. Pretty much before you were done you heard snores from the rest of the van's occupants.
And you were smiling away at the way Gerard was taking care of you, and as he laid down close, wrapping an arm around your waist, your head leaning against his, nothing was said. Neither of you tried to put the moves on the other, but things were different from before. You were closer, better than before, and you were only feeling a teensy bit guilty about kissing him.
You both lay there, him stroking your arm with his thumb for a while, until you heard his light snores in your ear, and beginning to sober up, you began to wonder how things were going to be tomorrow, and if things were going to stay this nice and comfortable from now on.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that he wasn't there. Instead it was the back of the seat that you were leaning against.
The second thing was that you were in motion. The van was moving. And you kinda felt like you might hurl.
You did a "ughh" noise, to which Neena poked her head over the back of her seat and posed the question.
"Do you think you're going to vomit?" To which you nodded. "Stop the van! Lily's gonna hurl!" The van was abruptly stopped, and you fell on the floor, before getting up, and hurriedly moving to the front of the van and out the side door to empty your stomach contents into some reeds on the side of the road. You barely noticed that Gerard was taking a turn driving up front.
Frank's sympathetic stomach also felt the need to support you, so he chucked up some stuff he'd eaten last night and some beer, too. Gerard did pat the both of you on the backs as you spewed so that made you feel a little better by itself.
But after that you felt much better, and everyone got back in the van and back on the road, headed for France.
It didn't take very long from Hastings, which was where you currently were, and then over the English Channel, stopping in France at Calais, and then later on in the afternoon finally stopping for the night in a place called Amiens.
Everyone wanted to do different stuff once you got there. The support band pretty much wanted to find a 'good pub', whereas, Frank and Bob wanted to see some battle site, and you, Neena, Mikey and Gerard wanted to see the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Phil was going to change his mind and go with you guys, but you told him to go and have fun with his band, and that you'd catch up with him later.
Your mind tried to convince itself over and over again that it was not so that you could have alone time (ish) with Gerard again, although the two of you had not so much as stolen a glance at each other the entire ride.
The four of you were dropped at your site, and spent a few hours exploring.
You couldn't help but have a few aww worthy moments, like when Gerard's head was tilted up to the highest tier of the beautiful gothic building, and he was marvelling, mumbling something about how he bet the gargoyles flew at night time.
Neena caught you doing what you thought was a private 'aww' and raised her eyebrows, giggling.
"You're so smitten."
"Excuse me. I'm spoken for."
"What about last night then?" She said, smirking.
"What? I don't know wha-"
"Frank called Mikey and me over to spy through the living room curtains when he saw Gee pulling you out the door."
"You were spying! That's so immoral!"
"And kissing a guy that isn't your boyfriend isn't immoral?"
"Yeah, alright, that's true."

i just do it for fun.

After that the boys stopped gawking at the gargoyles, and your conversation was interrupted, thankfully. You didn't want to start into that topic yet, at least not until you knew what so say, or at least what you thought about the whole thing.