500 days of gerard | gerard way x female reader

29: meeting kyle.

day 495

as i was getting ready to head out to hang out with tony, my phone rang and i saw that it was a call from a familiar name. it was gerard.

i contemplated for a few seconds whether or not to answer his call, but ultimately decided to just go ahead and do so.

"what do you want now, way?" i asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

"i just wanted to let you know that i've been trying to work on myself and that i see now how i was taking my anger out on a lot of people around me. please forgive me... i miss you so fucking much." he continued.

i took a deep breath, feeling a bit conflicted. "gerard i'm gonna be honest with you. i don't think we should be friends anymore. i moved on already, so why don't you just move on from me as well?"

"god, why can't you just come back to me? i apologized a milion times, what else do you want from me?" he raised his voice in anger, and in that moment it made me realize that no matter what, he's still the same.

"nothing. i want nothing gerard. just leave me the fuck alone, seriously. why are you so desperate? you have so many friends, and a fiancee. just fuck off dude" i said, getting pretty annoyed by him.

"i just thought... i don't know what i thought. i guess i just missed having you around. but you're right, i won't bother you anymore" he said, sounding a bit defeated.

"well then, have a nice life gerard." i said, before ending the call.

as I put my phone down, i couldn't help but feel relieved that i had finally cut ties with someone so toxic.

i took a deep breath, feeling good about my decision, and as i walked out of my house, i couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom.

as i headed to meet up with tony, i couldn't help but think about the past. i remembered all the times when gerard would guilt-trip me into feeling sorry for him and coming back to him. but not anymore.

i arrived at the bar where tony was waiting for me. "hey y/n, you alright?" he asked, sensing that something was off.

"yeah, i'm fine" i smiled at him, not wanting to dwell on the situation anymore.

"soo... what you've been up to lately?" i asked him, changing the subject.

"not much, i'm writing a new song for us actually." he replied, taking a sip of his drink. "how about you? how's the new job?"

"well, i'm gonna start work in 5 days actually, but i already know that i'm gonna work on some new show" i said, feeling excited to talk about something positive.

"that's awesome, i'm happy for you" he replied, smiling at me.

we spent the rest of the evening catching up, talking about everything from music to life in general.

we called it a night after three hours and went our separate ways. i got back into my house and sat down on my couch, resting my head on the armrest. i sighed, closing my eyes as i hummed some song.

day 497

i woke up feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. as i got up from my bed, i remembered that i had an appointment with a therapist that day. i had been seeing her for a while now, and it had been really helping me to cope with the stress and anxiety that had been piling up in my body.

but that day was my first time seeing her.

after getting dressed and having a quick breakfast, i headed to the therapist's office. i knocked on the door nervously, and she quickly let me in.

i sat there and talked to her for an hour, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my sore shoulders. it was nice to have someone to talk to who wasn't judgmental or biased.

she made me feel better about everything, and she made sure that i never got back with gerard.

as i left the office, i felt a renewed sense of energy and purpose. i decided to take a walk to clear my head and enjoy the fresh air, and as i walked around the park, i started to think about everything that had been happening to me lately.

life's been shit. but it could've been worse. i just wish i could go back in time and never befriend gerard way. he really made my life a living hell.

i sighed sadly, looking down on the ground as i walked up to a bench near me. i sat down and lit up a cigarette, and right as i did so, it started to rain.

"great. just my fucking luck" i thought, furrowing my eyebrows slightly as i got wetter and wetter from the raindrops falling down on my body.

i closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead with my right hand, as i got more and more annoyed with the stupid rain.

"hey, you're the girl from the mall, right?" suddenly a high pitched voice said, making me open up my eyes and look up at the person. it was the guy that bumped into me.

i smirked with my teeth, taking another puff. "yeah."

he licked his lips and his body tensed up, as he shyly looked down and scratched the back of his neck.

"i uh... i thought that maybe you would wanna... hang out?" he asked, his cheeks turning a a light shade of pink.

"hmm... well i don't even know your name sir" i said teasingly, and he widened his eyes at me.

"fuck, my bad. i'm kyle" he said, putting his hand out for me to shake it. i smiled at him softly, and shook his hand.

"i'm y/n. pleasure to meet you" i winked playfully, and stood up from the bench. i took the last puff and threw the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. i put my hands in the pockets of my zip up hoodie and looked quickly to the right, and then back at him.

"so... kyle. let's hang out" i smiled, and so did he.

"that was quick. i thought you would tell me to fuck off" he laughed out, walking away a bit. i followed him, smiling as i slightly furrowed my brows in confusion.

"why's that?" i questioned, curious to know the reasoning.

"hm... i dunno. you just seem so... tough, ya know?" he glanced at me for a few seconds, smiling a little.

"do i?" i squinted my eyes, the smile on my face still not leaving my face.

"y-yeah." he said nervously and i just nodded, kinda understanding his point.

we walked in silence for about a minute, and i decided to speak up and start a conversation. i cleared my throat and scratched my itchy right cheek.

"so... how old are you?" i asked, looking up at him as i observed his pale face.

"i'm 24" he answered quickly, his gaze still on the road ahead of us.

"oh you're such a young little kid!" i did a high pitched voice to annoy him, and he chuckled in response. he rolled his eyes playfully, smiling a little.

"i'm a little kid? then how old are you? 40?" he joked, looking at me softly.

i laughed like an idiot, and shrugged. "maybe i am."

i shook my head quickly, closing my eyes and then looking ahead of us. "nah, i'm just joking. i'm 26" i smirked with my teeth.

"and you're calling me a kid, huh?" he smirked as well, still glaring at me.

"yup." i laughed again.