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You'll Never Fight Alone

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Summary: Hearing her friend Gerard getting bullied, (YN) steps in to defend him and suddenly they find themselves in a fake relationship. But nothing will come of it, right?

Author: robinrunsfiction (on ao3)

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You were at your locker, gathering your books at the end of a very long, tiring week when you heard the teasing begin. Your blood began to boil before you even realized to whom it was directed.

"You're such a fucking loser! Are you gonna go to prom? Probably not, you'd never get a date." Brock smirked, and his friends laughed along.

You glanced over your shoulder and your fears were confirmed, they were teasing your friend Gerard. He was trying his best to ignore them and get his things into his backpack, but since he wasn't getting a reaction Brock had started shoving him. You knew you had to do something quick.

"Hey!" You shouted. "Leave my boyfriend alone." You marched across the hall and took Gerard's hand in yours. In your peripheral vision you could see the confused look Gerard was giving you.

"(YN)? You're dating him?!" Brock scoffed.

"Yea, and he's taking me to prom, but I heard your mom was his second choice."

"Fuckin bitch," Brock muttered before turning and walking away with his friends.

"You didn't have to do that," Gerard mumbled once they were out of earshot, dropping your hand.

"It was nothing, I can't stand those assholes." You'd lived next to Gerard your whole life, and even though it could be argued that you were sort of popular due to your place on the varsity tennis team, you would always be loyal to your nerdy, but sweet neighbor.

You'd just turned back to your locker when you heard Gerard clear his throat. "Hey (YN)?"

"Yea?" You turned to face him.

"What are we gonna do about prom?"

"Oh," you started. "Right, because they're gonna be looking for us there."

"Yea."

"And if we aren't, they're gonna be even worse to deal with."

"Right."

"Well would you like to go to prom with me?" You asked with a smile.

Gerard's eyes went wide. "Really? You mean you don't already have a date?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I spend too much time at tennis practice to line up any dates."

"Right," Gerard replied like he was lost in thought.

"Sooo," you coaxed. "If you don't wanna, that's fine-"

"No! Yea, I mean, yea, let's go," he nodded.

"Cool," you grinned. "I'm glad this worked out actually. We haven't hung out enough lately," you said heading toward the door with him.

"Yea, I missed you, I mean, hanging out with you," he corrected.

You gave him a smile and took his hand.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He asked nervously.

"I told Brock we're dating, we should act like it, don't you think?"

"I guess so. But won't this be social suicide for you?"

"Who cares what they think?" You shrugged as you and Gerard walked home hand in hand.