𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ❦ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝)

Chapter 6

"Are you Gerard Way?" I hear an unknown man's voice through my door after a brief knock on it. I open it and come face to face with a delivery man. "You got a package from... Miss Williams. Please sign here."

I sign and examinate the package. "Oh, he sent me a suit with an  invitation!" I discover the outfit and a card written in gold letters with amazement. I also find a letter.

For Gerard. You will look gorgeous in this.
– sincerely yours, Hayley Williams.

I just met Miss Williams, I can't believe that she sent me such an expensive gift! I run my hand on a tuxedo a much better quality than any piece of clothing I've ever owned. She is so kind... I will wear it to the ball.

I comb my brown hair, then I put on the white shirt, beige waistcoat, black jacker and pants, and the beige bowtie to complete the outfit. I hope this will make people forget about my shoes.

I hear a few rhythmed honks outside and I look outside the window, intrigued. A red Mercedes is parked before the building in a very impressive way. There is a clear contrast between the neighborhood where some drag their carriage with horses, and the fancy car.

A man gets out of the car and lays back on the hood, his arms folded.

"...Urie?" I call from my second-floor room.

"Hello, darling! I've come to pick you up. I figured you were living a little too far from the whereabouts of the ceremony. Don't thank me." Urie waves his hands around dramatically.

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute."

A few minutes later, I was getting into his car and Urie drives off.

"I'm starting to regret asking you to accompany me," I confess.

"What did I do?" Urie asks, confused.

I sigh. "I'm attending a former students ball, and you're dressed like a dandy in his way to go to a jewelry auction, if only this dandy had been splattered with paint beforehand. This is a nightmare..."

Urie is wearing a bright red, slightly orange suit with a black bowtie. There is a silvery feather pin on his chest with lots of little... diamonds? Its tip ends with an oval, blue gemstone.

"Well, I can assure you that we will be the center of attention. Do you want to bet?" he smirks. Surprising myself, I smirk back, feeling playful.

"Of course, what do you want to bet on?"

"The loser must grant a wish to the winner. Alright?" Urie answered without hesitation.

"Deal!"

After this exclamation, an awkward silence settles in the car. Neither of us knows what to talk about, until...

"Why did you come to the Gotham News?" Urie asks, using the softest tone I have ever heard him use.

"Because I needed a job," I simply answer.

"Why did you leave your former journal?"

I've tried to stop thinking about what happened, because it still makes no sense to me. I have no rational explanation, and this is what hurts the most, I think. But Urie's question makes some memories flow back, and I notice that I am actually ready to think about it again.

"I snuck into the Metropolitan Hospital and found out about a patient's tragic story. Using this story as a study case, I wrote a report condemning the health conditions in that hospital. When the article got published, the journal sold massively, but I got fired; God knows why."