You were still sullen. Lying on the couch, arms crossed and her face tied, pretending that the noise of his car parking in front of her house meant absolutely nothing. Not even the sound of the engine turning off. Not even the suspicious silence afterwards.

Until.

“KISS ME... out of the bearded barley!!!”

You got scared and got up on the spot, going to the window. And there he was. Gerard Gibson Standing, with his head out of the car window, shouting the music as if it were the most elegant serenade of the century.

“NIGHTLY, beside the green, green grass...”

“My God in heaven...” you murmured, hiding your face with your hands.

He saw you through the window and, like the drama he was, jumped out of the car as if he were in a musical. He literally opened his arms to you, screaming in falsetto with a pathetic smile so happy:

“KISS ME!!! BENEATH THE MILKY TWILIGHT!!!”

“Gerard!” You opened the door, between laughing and dying of shame. “Have you gone crazy??”

“YES! Crazy about you!” He declared loudly, trotting to the sidewalk as if he had just left High School Musical.

The music was still playing absurdly loud from the car, and the neighbors were already peeking over the fences.

He ran to you, stopped dramatically in front of the door and... bowed.

“My love, my life, my lunatic, my favorite quarrels - do you forgive me?”

“You’re very ridiculous...”

“I am. But I’m your ridiculous.”

And before you could answer, he was already pulling your hand and turning you like in an imaginary dance, the chorus of the song exploding at its peak while he stole a kiss, those fast ones, that make you forget the reason for the fight in the first place.

“I don’t know why we fought,” he confessed in the middle of the kiss, still with his forehead leaning against his. “But I know that if I don’t hear your voice today, I’m going to become a monster. And not the hot guy.”

You let out a low laugh, pushing his chest.

“You’re already a hot monster.”

“So kiss me again and let’s pretend I won this argument.”

You kissed him. And he made a victory noise with his mouth, like “YES!” As if he had won the World Cup. When they separated, he looked into his eyes with the most satisfied face in the universe:

“Now get in the car, before I start singing My Heart Will Go On.”