MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡*Stop staring | G.W. | (2/2)

(A/n)

Be gay, do crime

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"You seem different." Ray observes me while we stand near the gates, eyes slightly narrowed.

"I'm not different," I roll my eyes. Bullshit.

"You looked like trash by the morning and now you're looking like your favorite band is coming over to your house to hang out and be best friends," Frank says in a weird analogy that gets me snorting a laughter while Ray looks at him a bit puzzled, but shrugs agreeing.

"First of all, that's a lie!" I glare at Frank, playfully. "Second, I'm not able to go over to your place today. I'm sorry, but I can reassure you it's really important."

"Important?" Frank takes a hold of the lapel of my jacket, playfully shaking me. "What's more important than binge watching new horror movies and hanging out with your two best friends?" He pouts, pointing to himself and Ray, resting his forehead against my chest for a moment before stepping back. Ray has that adorable grin over his face; I can't help but to smile as looking at the two. Still, the pressure has me blushing and I don't know what to say.

"Hey, (y/n)," a hand is suddenly placed on my shoulder for a moment and Gerard shows up by my side, what I'm really thankful for. "You fine to go?" He asks with a smile before shyly looking at Ray and Frank, greeting them quietly.

They know it – they fucking know it. Frank and Ray have this obvious look, but Ray has his lips pressed together while Frank has something between his mouth agape and a grin.

"You're idiots!" I chuckle embarrassed, looking away to hide my blush and to calm down for a moment so I can turn to Gerard, who has been watching everything curiously. "And yeah, let's go, Gerard!" I wrap an arm around his shoulders to pull him away from the two, ignoring for a moment how they start laughing. "Bye, you two! Ray, you better not go over to Frank's today, I still wanna hang out," I call in a jokingly warning tone.

"Never!" Ray calls back and, by that, I'm one hundred percent sure he means he'll want to hear everything that will happen today when we meet tomorrow.

A comfortable silence falls between us when we leave the school and start walking down the sidewalk, leaving all the loud chatter of the students behind. A relieved and tired sigh escapes my nose and I glance at Gerard. He seems equally relaxed.

We don't talk a lot in the ten minutes we spend walking to the bookstore he mentioned. Not that we're awkward or something, but because we just left school. We need a moment to process everything or just a pause to restore energies before anything. It's noticeable by the way none of us are uncomfortable with the silence and this vibe ceases as soon as we walk in the store, replaced by a nicer one.

"Hello!" Gerard calls once we walk in the place, walking straight up to the counter and being greeted back by the woman behind it. He is different from what he acts like when in school. "We're here to check the comics. Can I take a look at the box ones?"

"Of course," the woman smiles and crouches down to come back up with a box from under the counter. "Here it is, call me if you need anything!"

"Alright, thanks!" And Gerard just takes the box, muttering for me to come along. We stop when reaching a specific spot, which's mainly hidden from the rest of the store because of a tall shelf. He just sits down, placing his bag and the box on the floor and leaning back against the wall. "C'mon," Gerard pats the place next to him, so I join him. "Okay, so, here are some of the best comics. They always keep them here for Mikey and I, but there are always some repeated ones because they're never sure about what we already have or not..." He trails off, rummaging through the comics and handing me a few.