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Can You Stake My Heart	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, so here it is! i finally fucking updated this story! *looks around and sees that everyone has died of shock*
i'm SO incredibly sorry that it has taken me SO long, but it's just so hard to figure out where to go next. i know what i want to happen, and i'm really excited for that part, but i am having a lot of trouble getting things to that point.....not to mention that i'm like an ad/hd child, and have like 4 stories on the go.........good lord, i need to take some riddalin or something! but i'm hoping that i can keep up with all my fics for a while at least, while i'm on christmas break, which is like two weeks away! so enjoy while you can! and of course i love reviews and feedback! I just hope you guys like it!
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Disclaimer: Versailles is mine, but if you really want her, you can probably have her....i don't own gerard or anything tho. sorry.
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She could almost feel his breath through the phone, the sound of it entering and exiting his lungs in a steady rythym giving her the impression that he was right next to her, instead of on the other side of town. It was the way he spoke into the phone, like he was speaking directly to her. Like he was looking into her eyes. She could picture his beautiful hazel eyes boring into hers.
She finally called him back after a few days, maybe a week, of debating. She didn't know why it was such a hard decision. He just made her so nervous, it took her almost the full week just to work up the nerve to talk to him again. She hadn't seen him since the night he freaked out, and that in itself made her incredibly nervous as well.
He just did that to her. Not to mention that their last meeting had been rather intimate. How do you follow that up, anyway? "Uh, how's everything going, by the way, sorry I freaked out in the middle of our kinky sex romp."

Yeah, right.
She never did ask him about it. She'd wanted to, really badly. It was more than mere curiosity, she was genuinely worried for his wellbeing. That kind of emotional display was not a common occurence, not as far as she knew. But if he didn't want to talk about it, she decided that it wasn't really her business to bring it up.
They walked side by side down the mostly empty sidewalk. Every few steps, his side would brush against hers as their paths neared, but other than that they weren't touching. She knew it probably wasn't exactly proper at that time.

He stopped abruptly in front of a small trinket shop, and caught her eye, grinning like a small boy.
"Want to go in?"
She nodded her aquiescence, and they entered the store. A small bell went off when they got in, and she took a moment to look around. There were knicknacks and baubles of every kind. Some antiques, some newer stuff. A lot of chairs and wind chimes mostly, stuffed in every corner of the tiny shop.
She ran her hand across a wind catcher in the shape of a rose with the petals hanging down. It tinkled gently, a tiny, delicate sound. She ran her hand through it again, smiling at the soft tinkling. She looked around the store, unable to spot Gerard for a moment. She saw him standing across the store, so she made her way towards him. He was staring at a mahogany dressing table, with a set of grooming tools sitting on it.
"Gerard?" she asked quietly. He seemed to be in some sort of daydream or something as he stared at the table. Like he was seeing something that wasn't there. He finally realized she was there when she lightly touched his arm. She pointed to a small comb and mirror sitting on an antique dressing table. They looked to be made of ivory, with silver wrought handles. They were probably antiques too.

"Those are beautiful." She said as she gingerly lifted the mirror from its resting place on the table and fingered the delicate embossing on the back.
"It sort of makes you wonder who this belonged to." she said quietly, turning the mirror around in her palm to look at her reflection. She could see Gerard standing over her shoulder, and he smiled at her in the mirror. She smiled back.
"It was probably some rich, hoity-toity lady, who had a million servants at her beck and call, and a beautiful mansion filled with flowers, and fountains, and fine china, and chandeliers......" She trailed off, and Gerard spoke up.
"No, I don't think so."
She turned around to face him. "No? Why not? Look at how expensive this looks! Her mother probably gave it to her to brush her dogs with or something posh like that." She joked.
He shook his head, taking the mirror from her, twirling it around in his slim, white fingers.
"I think that this belonged to a young girl. Probably no older than you. She wasn't very rich, maybe even a servant at a rich manor. I think this was a gift. A treasured gift."
He paused, looking at his own reflection in the mirror. She didn't think that he was going to continue.
"Who do you think gave it to her?" She asked quietly, coaxing him to continue.
He looked back at her, as if he had forgotten she was standing there. He smiled a small, seemingly sad smile. "Someone who loved her. A man. A not-so-rich man, who saved for a very long time to buy it for her." He placed the mirror back down on the table and turned back to her. "He bought it as a parting gift."
"Where did he go?" she inquired, truly intruiged by his narrative.
"Away." He turned away from her, his attention now on a large wooden clock sitting on top of a cabinet. He fingered the woodwork silently.
"Why?"
"Because he wanted her to be happy, and because if he knew that he could never give her what she wanted."
She didn't know why she should think so, but she felt sad hearing that. "Did they ever see each other again?"
He shook his head as he walked out of the store. "No. They never saw each other again."
He didn't say anything else about the story, so she just let it go. She didn't think that he wanted to talk about it anymore. Which was weird, because it was just a story. A made-up story about a girl and a boy and mirror.
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They stopped when they reached her apartment building, standing awkwardly in the cool evening air.
He smiled, his hand moving to her upper arm. "Well, I had a really good time, Versailles, but I should proabably get going."
She looked at him expectantly. She didn't want him to go. Dammit, she didn't care if he scared the hell out of her again, she just wanted to feel his lips on hers once. She just wanted to sit with him, and talk to him, and listen to the way he said her name forever. And she knew that she shouldn't say it, but the words were already out of her mouth before she had a chance to consider not saying them.
"You don't have to go yet. You could come up for a bit...."
He looked at her hesitantly. "I don't know.....Maybe it's not such a good idea......" He seemed unsure what to do.
She took one of his cold hands in her own, gripping it firmly, forcing his eyes to lock with her. "Look, Gerard, I don't know what happened that night, but it doesn't mean that you have to stay away from me like you have the black plague or something, okay? Unless you don't really want to come up and hang out...."
Maybe he was just trying to be nice....
"No, it's not that. I really do want to come up.....I just......"
She put her finger to his lips before he could say anything more. "Gerard, I know that something was wrong that night. But I know that you'll tell me when you're ready. Don't think that I don't want anything to do with you now, or that I'm afraid that you're going to freak out and attack me or something. I'm not afraid of you. I was afraid for you, but never of you."
"But you don't know the whole story--" He protested against her finger. She shushed him again.
"All I know is that the times we spend together are always wonderful. And I think that I like you an awful lot. And I really want you to come up. And I want you to want to come up."
She searched his eyes for an answer, but they betrayed nothing. This time it was in his lips. He smiled and followed her up the stairs.
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