Fluff AU with some angst ^^
FURERD.
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How do I begin this? Well, let's just say that Gerard Way has a crush on me. No, don't ask me how I know. I just do. I can tell; he makes it bright as day. I bet one day he's gonna kidnap me and we're gonna have to confess our undying love for each other. Except my undying love would be, well, dying.
Let me explain why.
Gerard Way is the boy with the lamest power that he could ever be given when he turned 16; the power to make his hands glow whatever color however bright he wanted it to be. It seemed, well, boring, when everyone else had epic powers like telling the future, talking to animals, and to levitate things, which is me. You can see why Gerard's power just seems... boring now, I guess. I feel bad for him, I do, but I can't really do anything about it.
He does have the choice to get rid of his power with this pill that these scientists at the hospital finally found out how to make. Even when you have around twenty people that all have the power to instantly understand something just by looking at it, no matter what problem it is, it still takes time to actually develop the thing. Rumors have been thrown around that Gerard actually has his power on purpose just to have it tested on to see if the pill works.
Anyways, everyday I'd threaten his little brother, Mikey Way, the boy that could tell the future, to see if he'd ever do it. I've been placing bets and endlessly getting a flow of cash left to right. Honestly, life like this is good. I could live like this for the rest of my entire life.
That is, until I found out that Gerard likes me, of course. Bert, my friend that could read feelings, told me so, anyways. Usually he'd be kidding around with that stuff, but I can see what he's coming at, here. He doesn't even need his power to tell that Gerard likes me. Fucking hell, I even know. And I'm pretty ignorant.
Continuing on with my problem, here. Jamia, some other chick that can heal anything, had my eyes set on her. I know I'm not gay, and I bet that the Jared-kid will try to make me believe I am. Tough luck.
And I was pretty surprised to know that he came up to me, instead of sending one of his friends to go talk to me.
"Oh... uh... hi." He stuttered, looking down at his paint-stained hands that I also seemed to look at as well, instantly pointing it out. "Why do you have paint on your hands?"
He simply stared at me for two seconds, before saying, "Because, well, I don't like looking at my hands. It makes me feel uncomfortable- so I feel like I'm looking at someone else's hands and not mine."
"Oh. Uh-huh. That's nice," I said, continuing to rearrange the books in my locker, truly not giving a shit. But yeah, I appreciate the effort that he's making to try to start a conversation with me. Even though that's failing miserably.
"I was just gonna ask you something-"
"Yeah, go ahead. Shoot." I interrupted.
He paused, then looked back at his hands but didn't say anything. "Y'know, I could just walk away. Go ahead. Say what you wanted to oh-so desperately tell me."
"I had an extra ticket to-"
"To what? The museum? Oh god no, that place is fucking boring," I rolled my eyes, placing one sticker on the inside door of my locker before slamming it shut and locking it.
"Smashing Pumpkins..." He said in a quiet voice, but I definitely heard what he said. "And... I was gonna ask if you wanted to come with me. I-if we go early, we may be able to get there and be in front of the pit-"
