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If I Fall...	By : Aviarianna Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If I Fall

Chapter 5: On The Advantageousness of Being Smug

***Reviewers Section*****

Megan: Thank you hon, I’m glad that you like it and I hope that as you read it you’ll continue to like it!

Kyren: Don’t worry, that was totally constructive and not offensive, not the mention you put in stuff you liked too. I knew it was odd for her to only be 18 but it also made it interesting…anyways, I’m glad you still at least liked it despite all its faults!

Marissa: New addition coming your way…glad I could write something worth reading.

Allie: I know the random Japanese suffixes are a bit…odd to say the least but in all honesty, that’s what Azzi calls Avi and vice versa for they are slightly anime obsessive. (Avi is based off me and Azzi is a real person thank you.) Thank you very much though for the compliment…I’m just trying my best to make it as real as possible.

A/N: I’m sorry about typos, I try my hardest to fix them and I reread and reread but I can’t catch them all. And about the tour dates I was going to use? Never mind those…I’ll use them to anchor down my own dates…and this IS Black Parade time…so Gee has blonde hair.

A/N #2: Don’t hate me or anything but….I felt like SOMETHING needed to happen this chapter…And it IS short…I’m sorry…I have work and school and my sister was just fucking COMMITTED…Life is going to hell in a Payless Shoe Source Green Suede Purse…

*****On with the Chapter ne? *************

The day before their first concert with Miss. Avi as their vocal coach (Or a vocal coach at all.), she gave them the day off from Yoga. (Counting on the fact that she’d been working with them for a good 3 weeks now and she rarely let them off without the yoga.) She did not however let them get away without stretching and warm ups, instilling in them the same songs her beloved Mr. Harris has used during her high school choral career. Songs like “Obla Dee Obla Daa” and “Sunrise Sunset” made excellent songs to help keep ones voice in shape.

Trying to perfect THEIR songs worked too.

The simple fact that at the beginning of every practice the boys always asked her to sing those songs was flattering to her as well. She didn’t think her voice was anything special but they seemed to like it.

Not that she bragged.

Or had anyone to brag to for that matter, though she did call Azzi at least once a week.

“Gerard you went flat at the end of Black Parade.” She pointed out, as the last lilting notes of the song rang out from his half open mouth to which he gave her a small glare. “Don’t look at me like that…it’s my job after all.” To which she added a very innocent batting of the eyelashes.

The other four boys in the room snickered at this. They hadn’t quite learned enough about her to tell weather or not that innocent look was fake or real but it had an underlying edge to it. She couldn’t be as innocent and naïve as she seemed right? After all, she did listen to their music…

“I was not flat Avi. I was perfect.” Gerard retorted with somewhat haughty look at the girl sitting on the piano bench with a boom box at her feet and a recorder in her hands.

“Oh reeeeeeaaaaally now?” She drawled out, pressing rewind on the recorder for a few seconds and then pressing play so he could hear himself singing.

The singers eyes widened as the notes slowly ended, she was right. “Damn you…I was flat.”

“Told ya!” she chirped at him before giving him a beginning note. “Now then…let’s try it again without the flatness okay? Okay!” She gestured for him to start the song again, giving the other band members a look clearly saying they needed to sing their parts too.

~About 20 minutes later~

Gerard smiled as he once again ended The Black Parade and Avi gave a relieved sigh. “FINALLY!” She jumped from the bench, did a little happy dance and then eagerly hugged the nearest band member out of sheer joy for Gerard had finally sang the song without going flat.

The nearest band member just happened to be Gerard, who stiffened slightly at the embrace before awkwardly returning it. Avi only realized who she was hugging after his arms had settled around her own waist, mimicking her own gesture. She blushed deeply, pulling away with a sheepish grin on her pale face and Gerard found he was reluctant to let the young woman out of the embrace that she’d instigated,

He did let go however, when the giggles coming from a few choice band members made it through his thoughts.

“Okay guys, that’s enough for today!” Avi squeaked before grabbing her purse and exiting through the backdoor as fast as she could.

“Did she just squeak?” Mikey asked no one in particular, staring at the door she’d just split through.

“Yep.” Was the answering chorus from the rest of the guys before they went about gathering up there stuff and just hanging out until she came back in so they could all leave.

Once she was out into the open air, she slid her sunglasses onto her face and slid her body down the white washed wall so her butt met with dirty asphalt. In her mind she was chastising herself for such close contact; outwardly she was digging around in that world map purse of hers for her stress relief. A moment after she’d procured what she was searching for, the door opened.

“Those will kill you one day.” The familiar voice chided her before hypocritically blowing its own smoke out into the cold air.

“Well look at the pot calling the kettle black.” She giggled, tilting her head up towards Gerard so she could look him in the eyes, a half gone cigarette resting between her lips.

“Ha ha, yeah. I didn’t know you smoked Avi, and if I did I would have told you to shove it yesterday when you told me I should quit.” He looked serious but the amusement in his voice spoke otherwise and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Look…You smoke way more than I do kiddo, besides, I’m your vocal coach and I have every right to tell you to stop smoking.” She flicked the butt of her cigarette into a puddle a few feet away and stood up from the dirty ground, wiping her bum off. “It’s bad for the voice.”

Gerard raised an eyebrow at the girl, flicking his own dead smoke to the puddle. “Who’re you calling kiddo?”

“You, do you see anyone else around here…” She smirked, hands on her hips and head tilting to the side in a gesture meant to convey innocence with a hint of smugness. “Kiddo?”

To Gerard she looked just a little too smug.

She turned to head back inside but a strong hand wrapped itself around her wrist, effectively hitching her breath her throat and stilling her mid turn. “Just how am I a kid?”

“You…”She turned as he tugged on her arm firmly but gently, his eyes were staring into hers intently and she wondered what was so wrong about the comment, had she said something truly offensive? Or maybe it was more than just the comment. “Um…you’re not.”

“I’m not what?” He had not let go yet and Avi suddenly became very aware of two things: her back was to the wall and Gerard was extremely close to her right now.

And there it was again. That spark, that jolt of energy spreading from the point of contact of his hand on her wrist and from the intent stare in his eyes, boring into her own. It ran, tingling through the veins of them both as if a flow of molten lava was replacing the blood.

“You’re….” Her breath hitched again as the electric feeling suddenly spreading from the contact was dulled now that his hands had moved to be on either side of her head against the slightly grimy wall. “Gerard…you aren’t a-a kid.”

They were so close now. Gerard was nearly positive that if he looked down, he’d see the heat rising from there bodies much like the breath mists on a day as cold as this January afternoon. Instead, he noted how Avi had parted her lips ever so lightly, and how the shorter wisps of her bangs that hadn’t been long enough for the ponytail, curled and framed the sides of her face. He returned his gaze to her curious eyes, realizing the brown was speckled with strange shade that he could only describe as a burnt orange hue.

Her eyes were very unsure but his were the most confident things she’d ever seen.

That is until his lips crashed into her own and her eyes fluttered closed in a euphoric feeling of being engulfed by electricity 10 times what they’d felt when his hand had been clamped around her wrist.

Eyes closed and breath mingling, strong arms around her waist, more delicate arms around his neck, there lips never parting. He circled her lips with his tongue, asking for entrance and she granted the request, allowing breath and oral muscles to mingle more deeply than seconds before. The kiss became one of feverish pitch, Gerard pressing the young brunette against the wall with his body, with Avi pressing back just as hungrily.

Gerard gave a roll of his hips, grinding his pelvis into her own, eliciting a small groan from her otherwise occupied mouth. Smirking, he gave a final nip to her lips before pulling away and grinning at her. He had to hand it to her, she was flushed but with a swipe of fingers through hair, the only sign of it was her red face and the rather erect nipples trying to rip through her shirt.

She didn’t look so smug now.

~Chapter Fin~

Yes, yes. It’s a short one, I know…but I’ve got other things to worry about, as I said in the section BEFORE the actual chapter began. Bit a teaser really…

Love you all!
~Aviarianna O’ Lorien~
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