My Chemical Romance Imagines

Jealousy {preference #2}

In which they get jealous/protective.

Gerard;

"Hey Pete!" I call to my friend, making him look over to me.

See, I was at a party with my best friend. But Gerard, said friend, had left me, I was looking around for familiar faces.

"Oh, hey y/n! I didn't expect to see you at a party, I know it isn't your style.." He shouts over the music, walking towards me.

"I let Gerard convince me, didn't take much though. I was bored out of my mind." I answer, trying as hard as I could to talk over the music.

"Hey, follow me!" He yells, leading me up the staircase a few feet away from where we were standing.

He led me threw a door, and inside was a room decked out with band and movie posters all over the walls. It honestly reminded me of my own bedroom. My parents didn't like coming into my room because 'my bands supported drugs.' So in return I got more posters so they'd never come into my room. I'd have friends sneak through the windows so I could have friends over without complaint from my parents.

"Nice room." I complimented, the bass in the corner of the room catching my stare.

"It's not much hones- oh, I got that a while ago. I figured out how to play it though." He says, realizing what I was staring at.

"Impressive. The only instrument I know is piano, strings are too overly intricate for me to decipher." I ramble, making him laugh.

"I'll teach you, it's not like you can be that bad!" He jokes, picking up the bass and sitting on the oddly made bed.

"Well, sit down. My parents said if I'm gonna throw a party make sure the house looks presentable, so yeah." He responds, shifting a tiny bit. He places the bass in my lap, tilting his head.

"So you hold it like this," He explains, shifting it to where the back was leaning against my stomach ,but theoretically, it was still in my lap. He grabs my hand and places them on the bass, showing me where to place my fingers on the fretboard.

I could smell Pete's breath which had a smell of beer and cigarettes combined. I sorta wanted to leave, He was just staring at me now. The door opened slowly, exposing Gerard, just as... Pete kissed me.

"Y/n, Mikey got sick, so I'm going to take him home."

I didn't know which to be more shocked about, Mikey throwing up or Pete kissing me.

"I'll come with you." I reply, handing Pete his bass back. He's just staring at the ground. "Thanks for teaching me Pete."

I tug my jacket's hood over my head as I followed Gerard out of the crowded house. I could see Mikey laying in the back of Gerard's car, and I felt terrible. I forgot Mikey was here, but in all honesty, he left me along with Gee. I slowly got in the drivers seat, knowing both had at least a shot or two.

"Here," he hands me the keys and I begin to drive. I fidget a little bit, wondering why he was being so quiet.

"So. You and Pete?" Gerard asks, making me sigh.

"I, I don't know what happened. One second we were just talking, then he was teaching me bass. Next thing I know he kissed me. I didn't know he was planning on that, if I did I wouldn't have followed him to his room."
I explain, sighing at the end.

I pull into their parents driveway, and Mikey's the first to get out. He was rushing to the door, probably trying to make it to the bathroom before he threw up again.

"Pete kissed you?" Gerard questioned, making me look over at him.

"Yeah.. it was weird. I never even thought of him like that." I answer, and Gerard bites his lip.