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Death of a Bachelor (Gerard Way)

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Author: robinrunsfiction (on ao3)

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"What is up gentlemen!" You called as you entered Gerard's basement room. He and Mikey were already down there getting ready for your weekly movie night. You, Gerard and Mikey had been friends as long as any of you could remember and you were basically treated like one of the family. Mikey even called you the sister he never wanted, which always resulted in you messing up his hair, much to his irritation.

"'Bout time, we've been waiting," Mikey said with his mouth full of pizza.

"They wouldn't let me off work until the next guy came in, it's not my fault! Besides, I brought soda and chips so shut up," you retorted setting the bag on the coffee table.

"Thanks," Gerard called over his shoulder as he dug through the movies. "What did we say we were gonna watch tonight?"

"Empire!" You declared as you grabbed a slice of pizza and settled into the middle of the couch. Gerard sat down next to you on the other side. He seemed like he had something on his mind.

As the movie played, you noticed Mikey had fallen asleep and you decided to get to the bottom of Gerard's weird mood.

"Hey," you whispered while elbowing him in the ribs.

"Hmm," he replied looking down at you.

"What's on your mind?"

"Remember my cousin Jess?"

"Yea, she's so cool."

"She's getting married in a few weeks, and she gave all her cousins who are out of high school a plus one."

"Aww, poor Mikey has to go alone!" You giggled.

"But I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" Gerard asked.

The question caught you off guard. You and Gerard had spent most of your school dances hanging out with friends at the movies or the arcade, not bothering with putting on fancy clothes or being subjected to the bad music. But the tiniest part of you regretted not doing the stereotypical high school thing when you had the chance.

"Yea! That sounds like fun!" You replied with a smile.

"Seriously?"

"Yea, do I have to dress fancy?"

"Yea, so its ok if you don't wanna go anymore," he said nervously.

"No, it's ok, I wanna go, I wanna dress fancy!" You grinned.

"Ok, then we'll go," he smiled back at you.

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The evening of the wedding you had butterflies in your stomach, but you couldn't pinpoint why. You tucked your hair behind your ear and looked over yourself in the mirror when your doorbell rang. When you opened the door, it was Gerard. And he looked good.

"Wow, you clean up nice," you said, feeling heat radiating up to the tips of your ears. He had on a nice suit, his hair was freshly washed, and he even looked like he had gotten it trimmed.

Gerard on the other hand couldn't speak. You had found a black lace dress with a high collar and sheer sleeves. The skirt that hit at your mid-thigh was a bit shorter than you normally wore, but with black tights underneath, you felt more comfortable. You had on black flats and your hair and makeup were done nicely, but not too fancy.

"(YN), you, you look really beautiful," he stammered.

Your face lit up in a smile as a blush radiated over your whole face. "Thanks," you replied shyly.