I woke up to the sounds of the busy New York streets outside the Hotel window.

It wasn't a fancy Hotel, but just right for Gerard and I for a weekend.

I stretched out my limbs and covered my naked top half with the thin sheets.

I looked over to Gerard's side of the bed where he was still sound asleep.

I smiled and snuggled up to him, accidentally making him stir.

"I'm sorry sweety. I didn't mean to wake you." I whispered.

Gerard wrapped his free arm round my waist and pulled me into him, making him chuckle.

"I don't mind. Especially when i'm waking up to a sight as beautiful as this." He smiled.

I blushed, hiding my face in his chest, making him chuckle again.

We had our morning coffee whilst watching cartoons and had a general chat about what the day was going to hold.

"Well. I need a shower before I do anything else." I sighed, slapping my hands to my thighs as I got up from the couch.

Gerard nodded.

"Leave the door unlocked, i'll join you once i've had my coffee if you want." Gerard smirked.

"Leave your coffee." I shrugged. "I'll make you another one when we're done."

Gerard then drank his coffee all in one and smirked as he rose from his seat.

"No need to waste a coffee." 

I chuckled and went to the bathroom, turning the dial to run the water.

I stripped off in Gerard's gaze and smirked.

"What?" 

"Just admiring a beautiful figure." He replied, taking off his shirt, shortly followed by his comic strip pajama pants.

I admired my own view before Gerard snapped his fingers in my face.

"What was that for?" I whined.

"There's having a sneaky peek, and then there's making me self-concious." He glared playfully.

I huffed and turned to get in the shower.

I let the water run over my naked form, closing my eyes as I got caught up in the moment.

I felt two hands on my waist, causing me to smile.

"Move over a little." Gerard's voice entered my ears. "I'm getting a little cold here."

I smirked and opened my eyes, letting them trail down his body.

"Hm... I don't think I want to..." I chuckled, letting my eyes lingure between his legs.

"Well you're a little out of luck there, aren't you?" Gerard then put his hands on my hips and moved me back slightly as he moved into the warm water.

After around thirty minutes of canoodling and playing with each other which may have just about turned into a water war, we got out of the shower laughing our heads off.

"You are such a goofball." I smirked.

Gerard frained hurt as he towel-dried his body.

"I am not a goofball!" He whined, making me chuckle.

"Whatever you say, goofball." 

I wrapped the towel round myself and sat on the bed.

Gerard was the first to get dressed into his black and yellow striped shirt and skinny jeans, as I wanted my outfit to be a surprise.

He left to sit on the couch and I closed the bedroom door.

I got my outfit and put it on the bed, looking it over.

Once I was satisfied, I dropped the towel and put a bra and thong on.

I got into a black dress with a spiderweb look to it. It was longer on the left side and had thin straps. I paired it with my favorite leather jacket and matte black, studded Dr. Martens that I had decorated with a  white marker, making random symbols cover the boots.

I painted my nails a rose red color that matched with the lipstick I applied.

I darkened my eyebrows and did a smokey look on my eyelids with black eyeshadow, then outlined my eyes with eyeliner. (Oufit and makeup in external link >>>>)

When I was satisfied with my look, I opened the bedroom door to reveal Gerard sipping a coffee as he leaned against the back of the couch, which was facing the bedroom door.

It took him a moment to register my presence, but once he had, his eyes went wide.

"What do you think?" I asked, cautiously, spinning on the spot.

"Scarlett you look..." Gerard paused to think for the right word before sighing. "Beautiful."

I blushed, walking up to him and kissed his lips softly.

"Thank you." I whispered, allowing him to smell my fresh, minty breath.

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It wasn't long before we were on the road and heading to 4th Street.

My most desired destination...

We pulled up outside the store and I glazed at it.

"Trash and Vaudeville..." I breathed, unable to retract my eyes from the bright red neon lights above the door.

Gerard got out and stared at me for a little bit before chuckling to himself.

"I will never undertsand women and clothing stores." He sighed.

I snapped out of my daze and slapped his arm before linking it with mine.

"Asshole." I smirked.

He just chuckled again and walked me up the stairs to the door.

We entered the store, everything simultaneously catching my gaze, leaving me unsure as to where to look first.

"You look worse than a kid in a candy store." Gerard laughed.

"Shut up. It's weird to talk to dead people." I replied.

Gerard gave a confused look.

"Well I have to be dead." I confirmed. "I'm in Heaven."

"Or Hell..." A middle-aged woman with short short blond hair, wearing a Trash and Vaudeville shirt and black bondage skinny jeans said as she walked up to us.

"You work here?" I asked, unable to contain the grin on my face.

She nodded.

"I'm Sandy. And I love your dress!" She held out a hand for me to shake, which I did, before she offered it to Gerard, who did the same.

I looked down at the dress I was wearing and smiled, playing with the edges.

"Thank you. This is actually the first time I've worn it. And I'm already in love." I giggled, gripping Gerard's arm a little tighter.

"Well honey, it looks like it was made for you. You look beautiful. And your Docs are badass!" She laughed, gazing over my boots.

I thanked her again.

"Ok. Is there anything you were specifically looking for in here?" Sandy asked.

I thought about it for a moment.

"Not really. Think you can surprise me?" I smirked.

Her eyes widened a little. "Of course I can!"

She took the arm that wasn't linked with Gerard's and pulled us through the store.

"Now. Are you a girly girl, or the occasional boyish chick?"

"I'm usually a boyish chick actually. Dresses are a once in a blue moon thing for me." I replied.

"Ok. Pants it is then." She smiled.

She lead us round the store, picking out various items of clothing, checking to see if I liked them or not.

By the time we had left the store, I had 3 bags full of clothes and a pair of creepers.

Gerard had insisted on buying everything... Which pissed me off.

We got in the car after putting the bags in the trunk and set off to Gerard's choice of destination...

God knows where...