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Not Alone (Gerard)

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Summary: Written using the prompt "You are not alone anymore."

Author: robinrunsfiction (on ao3)

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You sat down at your desk and looked around at the other students in the art history class. It was a prerequisite for all majors, so it was full of other first year students just back from winter break. As you looked around, you realized everyone seemed to know each other already and you cursed yourself mentally for not being more outgoing during the fall semester.

You were snapped from your thoughts when someone sat down next to you. "Hi," the guy with greasy hair greeted you.

"Hey," you replied, and that is when you realized he had been in a couple of your classes last semester. You'd recognize his face anywhere because you thought he was very cute.

"Umm, my name's Gerard," he said pushing his hair back.

"(YN), I think we might have had class together last semester?" You replied

"Yea, I know, that's-"

Before he could finish his thought, the professor walked in and started the lecture.

You listened, but with the way the professor droned on about the topics you'd be covering this semester, your mind started wandering. Then you noticed the drawings Gerard was working on in his notebook.

He must have noticed you watching because he looked up at you and smiled. You couldn't help but smile back.

The next few classes went on like that, with a quick conversation before the lecture started and you paying more attention to Gerard's doodles than the lecture, and then Gerard lingering after class to talk to you a bit more.

Finally one day you arrived to class and found he had gotten there before you did and he had two cups of coffee in front of him.

"Here," he smiled as you took the cup he was offering.

"Thanks," you smiled awkwardly. You weren't used to people doing nice things like that for you.

"Hey (YN), I was umm, wondering if you wanted to go grab lunch or something some time? Like a date?"

Your eyes went wide and your mind spun, no one had ever asked you before! "Oh! Umm-"

"Shit, I didn't even think to ask if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend or anything, I'm sorry!" He winced.

"No! It's not that! I'm just surprised," you laughed lightly. "But yea, I'd love to go."

"Awesome," he grinned. "After class? I know a sandwich place by the park?"

"Sounds like a plan," you smiled as the professor arrived to begin the lecture.

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You could hardly believe that when you started the semester you had no friends, then all of the sudden there was someone who was interested in talking to you, and not only that, wanted to date you as well.

But that didn't change the fact that the loneliness still crept in. It didn't change the fact that you didn't have anyone to call up and talk to about the cute guy who wanted to make comics and gave you your first kiss (not that you'd admit that fact to anyone). And it didn't change the fact that you totally bombed your first big assignment in your first class related to your major and you had no one to commiserate with. Gerard was at his weekly D&D game and you were just wallowing in everything that overwhelmed and overshadowed the good.

The tears started quietly, but as your mind went over everything, the tears came faster. Then there was a knock at your door. You wondered if someone had heard you crying and wanted you to keep it down, so you sniffled and wiped you eyes, but didn't get up from your bed. They knocked again.

"(YN)? You there?" It was Gerard.

You wiped your eyes again and hurried to the door. "Hey, sorry, I was napping."

Gerard's face instantly grew concerned and he shook his head. "I don't believe you. What's wrong?"

You sighed, letting him in and shutting the door behind him. "I thought you had D&D tonight," you said, going to sit back on your bed.

"The DM was sick, so it got cancelled. Now tell me what's wrong," he said sitting down next to you and wrapping his arm around you. Something about that simple caring action triggered the tears again.

"It's just... I, I got a bad grade on my first photography assignment and if I do bad in this class, I won't be able to get into my masters program and then I'll never get taken seriously as a fashion photographer and I'll have to go back to my shitty small hometown that I never wanna go back to and I'll have to go work at McDonalds or something and I'll have to face all those assholes that made my life hell for 18 years while I was in school and it's all fucked!" You sobbed, not even stopping for breath until you were done with your rant.

Gerard pulled you in closer and gently rocked you as you cried on his shoulder.After a while your tears finally subsided and you looked up to find him giving you a sympathetic smile. "I've always wondered why you never mentioned your hometown or your friends," he said.

"Because I don't have any, like... at all. I'm not exaggerating when I say I never fit in. All people care about there is sports and gossip and there was no art scene there. And I kinda don't really know how to make friends now," you shrugged.

"We're friends, and then some," Gerard said reassuringly.

"You're my only friend," you said looking down, suddenly feeling overwhelming self consciousness.

"You're not alone anymore," Gerard said, wiping away your tears. "And if you want, I have friends I can introduce you to, like my D&D group, even if you don't wanna play. Maybe that will make it easier to meet more people."

You nodded. "Thanks Gee. Sorry to just unload on you like that."

"That's what boyfriends are for," he said tentatively.

You smiled and nodded. "I like the way that sounds."

Gerard smiled back and grabbed your face between his hands and leaned in, planting a kiss on your lips.

"But for tonight, let's just stay in alone together," you said sliding back to climb into bed.

"Perfect idea," he said kicking off his shoes and climbing in after you.