|Robert Bryar| Tickle Me Pink |oneshot|

She flipped through her old high school yearbook out of boredom. Not much ever happened in Chicago. She stopped at her freshman picture. Two years ago that photo was taken. Two years...so much has happened since then.
Her hair color has changed since then. The once dyed-black locks were now their natural blonde, hanging loosely wherever it happened to fall. Her contacts are a thing of the past; she prefer wearing my glasses now. And her weight...although the picture doesnt show it, its visible that shes lost quite a bit of weight since then. Mostly from recent days, though. Depression does that to you.
As she flipped through the pages, she couldnt help but stop to look at his picture. His hair seemed golden in the light, that not-caring smirk on his face. His lip ring glinted in the cameras flash. She sighed. It should be illegal to be so perfect. She couldnt bear to look at it any longer. He was just part of the past...if only her heart could agree with what her head was telling her. In a rush, she flipped to the notables pages. Unfortunately, that didnt help her much.
As a joke, their friends had convinced everybody to vote them for Cutest Couple. And they had won. On that page was a picture of the pair, dancing to a slow song at the Welcome Back Dance. With their eyes fixated on each other, it seemed like the perfect moment.
And it had been.
Flashback.
"May I have this dance, Miss Andrews?" He asked her in an overdramatic tone, bowing and holding his hand out. She smiled, despite her embarrassment.
"Yes you may, Mr. Bryar." She responded. He smiled and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. Lips Of An Angel by Hinder was playing.
He placed his hands gently, yet securely, on her hips. She looped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. He pulled her closer and closer until not even air could fit between the two. She rested her head on his chest, so he wouldnt be able to see the idiotic smile that covered her face. The two of them swayed gently to the beat, holding each other.
flash flash flash.
She opened her eyes to see Bryan, head of the yearbook committee, snapping away with his camera.
"C'mon, Bry, go bother somebody else." She said without patience. Bryan, her brother, was always hanging around her, even though he was a year older than her.
"Nope, not until I get a picture of a kiss." Bryan said suggestively. He knew how much his sister loved her best friend, and was trying to help.
"Okay." She heard his deep rumble of a voice from above her head. She tilted her head up, only to feel the cool sensation of his lips on hers, his lip ring tickling the side of her mouth.
flash.
He pulled away.
"I love you, Emery." He whispered, his breath tickling her flushed cheeks.
"I love you, too, Bob." She whispered back breathlessly.
flash.
End flashback.
"I still love you, Robert Nathaniel Bryar." She whispered to nobody, grazing the picture with her fingertips. A tear silently fell down her cheek.
"I love you more, Emery Fae Andrews." A voice murmured from the doorway. She turned around, and then time seemed to stop.
There he stood, in his band uniform, with drumsticks sticking out of his front pocket. With one look from his blue eyes, she felt as though everything would be okay again, that things would go back to the way they were before My Chemical Romance.
She slowly got to her feet and walked over to him. Hesitantly, she reached out and brushed his hair back from his face. He smiled. She smiled.
He reached one arm behind her waist and pulled her closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of her neck. At the same time, they both leaned in.
Think of the strongest drug you can imagine. Think of the addiction that follows that first toke of it. The pain when its taken away. The longing and lust you feel for it.
What ever it is, Bobs kisses were twice as strong to Emery.
His lip ring brushed her lip and she giggled. He pulled away.
"Whats wrong?" He asked. She gingerly put her pointer finger to his lip ring.
"It tickles." She said in a breathy whisper. He smiled.
They kissed again.

c'mon, bring it
yes, it's cheesy. i don't care. feedback?