There was a knock at the door as I finished getting ready for school. Quickly, I opened the door, and was met with my boyfriend.

"Hey angel face," He greeted as I shut the door behind me.

"Hey punk boy," I smiled.

"Before we start walking, I have something for you."

"You do?" I asked. He nodded, digging into his bag. Finally, he pulled whatever it was out and held it in the air as if he had just collected a new item in the Legends of Zelda.

"Found it!" He handed the thing to me, but it was wrapped very terribly in Christmas wrapping paper, "Open it..." I smiled, then did so.

"Oh my god..." I giggled, then pulled them out.

"I got you your very own pair of Star Wars pajama pants. They're just like mine!"

"Thank you, I love them."

"Good cause, they had Spider-Man ones too, but I figured the Star Wars ones..."

"Yeah, they're far better." We both smiled, then I quickly set them inside before we began walking. He kissed my cheek.

"Punk boy..."

"Aww, angel face..."

The white grey tones of winter whisked around in the chilly air. Big heaps of white completely covered roof tops and mail boxes. Little snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, the black asphalt road disappeared from underneath the tiny flakes. As beautiful as the snowy wonderland was, everything in me shivered non-stop. These damned skirts! Leggings don't do anything!

"Oh, here..." Gerard slipped his blazer off and put it over my shoulders. Wow... how cliché...

"Won't you be cold?"

"I'm fine..." He smiled. Only now had I realized his pink nose and cheeks. His face had become pale and pretty snowflakes littered his black hair.

"You look really pretty with snowflakes in your hair." I said. He smiled.

"You do too..." I kissed his cheek, leaving a warm fuzzy spot where my lips met his skin. Finally, we had come upon the school.

"Do you want this back?" I asked.

"I mean, you do look pretty adorabl-" I slipped it off.

"Take it." He did so.

"Angel face, you're adorable!" He pushed.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!" He sighed, "So adorable..." He kissed my cheek. I just shook my head, "Why don't you like it when I compliment you?"

"It doesn't matter..."

"Of course it does! You're adorable!"

"No I'm not!" He stepped away from me, shocked by the sudden aggressiveness.

"Angel face..." His voice went soft.

"Can we talk about this some other time?"

"Sure..."

"Thank you..." He smiled, holding me again and kissing my cheek.

"Hey guys!" Frank waved, sitting with Ray and a bruised up Mikey.

"Hey," Gerard greeted, walking us over.

"We're all gonna hang out at Frank's after, wanna come?"

"Sure, angel face?"

"Yeah, sounds fun..."

"Cool..." We all just stood around as the boys and I talked about random things.

"Hey, isn't there usually an annoying brown haired boy that should be following you two around?" Ray asked.

"Oh yeah, I guess he's not here today." Gerard said, I just shrugged.

"That's great, I don't have to be harassed by him all day."

"And I don't have to beat him up!" As Gerard said this the bell rang and other students around us ran around to their classrooms.

"We should probably go." I said.

"Yeah, bye guys!" Gerard waved as we began walking to our class. He had an arm around me, I leaned into him.

"Christmas break starts today."

"Fuck yeah! This is gonna be the best Christmas ever."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well because miss angel face will be making an appearance," I smiled, bit my lip just a bit, then kissed my punk boy in front of a group of freshmen girls, "Yeah?" He kissed me again, over and over, just outside the classroom.

"Punk boy..."

"Angel face..." He pulled away and just stared at me, "My god, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!" I rolled my eyes, pulling away from him.

"No I'm not..."

"Of course you are! You're miss angel face!" We finally walked into class and took our seats. He always says these things... I know it's not true... adorable? I'm not even close... ugh...

"I'm not beautiful..."

"Hell yeah you are. You're smokin'."

"Smokin'? I dunno about that..."

"Quit denying it, you're beautiful." He kissed my forehead. I opened my mouth to speak, but the bell rang, and the teacher began talking. Not much happened during class, since we wouldn't be here tomorrow. After a few minutes, Gerard turned back around to me.

"What?" I asked, smiling.

"Nothin'..." He rested his elbows on the edge of my desk while his head was in his hands, scrunching his cheeks.

"Awww..." I leaned in and kissed his scrunched up lips. He smiled, then rested his head in his arms on my desk while his hazel eyes just stared up at me.

"Angel face?" I copied his posture, staring back at him.

"Punk boy?" But he just smiled through his messy mop of black hair, "Your hair is a mess." I said, reaching my hand forward and running my fingers through the greasy dark locks.

"Good, that's how I like it." I just giggled, playing with the nasty raven black strands.

"Have you ever washed your hair?"

"Sometimes, why? You want me to?"

"I dunno... it's your hair..." He then reached a hand out and began playing with my own hair.

"I like your hair."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's soft, and pretty..." He let go and gazed into my eyes, "You're pretty..."

"N-" He put a finger to my lips.

"Don't," I sent a small smile and kissed his finger. He smiled, pulling it away. Just then, the bell rang, interrupting this perfect moment. Startled, we both got up, gathered our things, and walked out the classroom.

"Angel face, wait!" I turned to him, he kissed me, then we parted ways. Oh Gerard... my punk boy...

"Y/n, hey," Someone greeted as I sat down.

"Uh, hi?"

"It's Ryan." He reminded, sitting in the desk next to mine.

"Wait, are you in this class?"

"No," He answered.

"Why are you here?"

"Brendon's on vacation, I was told to 'watch over you.' I dunno what that really means. I think he wants me to stalk you, but I don't wanna do that."

"You're friends with an asshole. Just leave me alone and hands won't have to be thrown."

"Why would hands be thrown?"

"Gerard," Was all I said.

"Oh, right... of course..." The two of us just sat in an awkward silence for a moment. Is he gonna leave now?

"Uhm, do you need something?" I finally asked.

"No..." I sent him a look, "Oh, you want me to go," I nodded, "Aight, uhm, bye." He waved, then left just as the bell rang. That was incredibly weird... he's kinda weird...

"Hey," I tapped on Pete's shoulder, he turned around, "Aren't you friends with Ryan?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Is he usually," I struggled to find the word, "...weird?" Is there really a nicer way to put it?

"Sometimes, he gets real nervous around people he doesn't know well. Why are ya asking?" I rested an elbow on my desk with my head in hand.

"Cause he acts weird around me."

"Oh, he's probably just scared Gerard's gonna beat him up." I smiled, thinking of my boyfriend.

"Yeah, he'd do that..."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Bother me? Not at all. Why would it? I think it's sweet he'd beat people up for me. Kinda like Scott Pilgrim."

"Scott Pilgrim?"

"Yeah, it's a movie... and book series... and video game..." I said, "It's a lot of things." He hummed.

"Who'd that make you?"

"Shit, I'm Ramona Flowers. Fuck, but Wallace is my favorite..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, I know..." He smiled, then turned back around. The Scott Pilgrim to my Ramona Flowers? I can't believe I never thought of that! How funny...

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Ahhh I swear I can't help it anymore!!! I'm such a stupid nerd, I'm sorry. First Star Wars with Careful and now Scott Pilgrim on here. I can't do little references anymore. It's just: there. Also, I'm sure you guys have heard about what happened with Brendon Urie. Still unsure if it's all true, but I was already gonna have him leave the story this chapter anyways. Idk if he'll be back as of rn depending on what I end up doing here. We'll see. Have a sweet day~peace out cheesebags