Your Starless Eyes Remain || A Gerard Way Fanfic

{ 3 } Questions, Confusion, Answers

I went back home after that interaction, getting my usual three hours of sleep, but the only thing on my mind was Gerard from the moment I went to sleep to the moment I woke up. I needed to get a hold of Frank before I went to campus, I needed some fucking answers. Was it planned? What if Gerard wasn't even interested in me like he appeared to be last night? What if it was all a sick prank? I hoped not.

I dial Frank's number on my phone, holding it up to my ear as I throw my bag onto my shoulder, heading out of my apartment and going to my car. Once I get inside, he picks up.

"Frank, one of your friends came by after you left last night," I say in a stern tone as I start my car up.

"Shit, who?" Frank's static voice blares through the speaker on my phone.

"He said his name was Gerard. He claimed he was looking for you, but I think he was flirting with me, fucker ended up putting his number in my phone and I'm not sure what to do." I respond, balancing my phone on my shoulder as I drive out of my complex.

"What? No way." Frank's tone is almost in disbelief.

"Yes, way. I need you to give me details about him, alright? I want to know who I'm dealing with. You've never brought him up, he just strode in like he owned the place and started asking about you." I go on, my heart racing as I talk about him. All of this was seriously messing with my head.

"Dude, seriously, just stay away from him. I'm not sure why he came by, did he even order anything?"

"No, that's the weird part. I would've expected him to linger around, you know, order a coffee, try to make more conversation with me. He straight up just put his number in my phone and left!"

"Well, that's just Gerard. Actually, I'm pretty sure he goes to your college, Linnea."

"He does!? Jesus Christ, since when? I feel like I would've noticed him by now."

"He rarely leaves his house, dude. Plus, he's usually a pretty quiet person. He doesn't make his presence very... aware. I don't know, talk to me later."

Leaving not many of my questions answered, Frank hangs up. I sigh and decide not to worry too much about it. Plus, it was still Septemeber, maybe Gerard was just starting the year late if he did go to my college. I toss my phone into the passenger seat and pull up into the parking lot of my campus. Feeling sick to my stomach, I slide my phone into my pocket, get out of my car, and clutch my bag tightly as I make my way inside. It feels like my life has seriously taken a shift in direction in the past 24 hours, and it has made me feel an overwhelming sense of anxiety.

Like any other day, I head straight to art class.

And who do I happen to see?

Gerard. Fucking Gerard.

I notice his attention has turned to me, I try not to give him much of mine as I take a seat in my typical spot in the back of the classroom. I try my hardest to ignore him, but I can feel his eyes on me. If he came up to me, and only if he came up to me, I'd ask some questions, since Frank seems to be unreliable with that matter. Even though I was scared shitless of talking to him, I'd do it, because it'd help me more than not speaking to him at all. I needed my questions answered.

I keep my eyes straight down on the table as I hear the chatter of the students filling the classroom. I hear a chair drag across the floor, and that's when I start getting terrified.

My assumptions were right, that stupid fuck had brought a chair to my table and sat right next to me. I felt like I was going to throw up just feeling his presence next to mine. How the fuck did he even get here? I'd never noticed him around until he showed up at the shop last night. It's even weirder that he's friends with my co-worker. Is he even real?

"So... you're just gonna cozy up to me and make yourself at home?" I blurt out, still staring straight down at my table as he lets out a snicker.

"I mean, yeah. You seem like a really interesting person, Linnea. I've seen your art."

"Okay, stalker," I roll my eyes, I'm surprised at how well I'm able to speak to him knowing I was just about to puke my guts up a couple of seconds ago over the idea of speaking to him. It just felt kind of natural I suppose, I don't know why.

"You do realize your art is physically out in the open, right? It's on display for a reason. You're very good at it. I'm not surprised that it's on the walls."

"Really?" I feel my cheeks heat up at the compliment, I've never received so much care for it before.

"Yes. Now listen, I know I made things kind of weird last night, I know you have questions, and I'm sorry. I promise my intentions are all well, I genuinely did come in for Frank... but ever since I saw you, you've sparked an interest, I guess." He admits to me, and I instantly can feel the swarm of butterflies taking residence in my stomach. He's a stranger, I've never seen him until now, and it's most likely the same scenario for him. He just cares enough to get to know me, and I feel appreciated for that. I finally feel a bit more comfortable to turn my gaze up from my table. Not enough to make direct eye contact, but I would try to appear more engaged.

"Okay. Well, I- I do have questions. How have I never seen you around before? And how do you know Frank? Have you always been in this class?" I swiftly get through my words, almost in a panicky tone as I release most of the words that have been residing in my brain since last night.

"If I'm being honest, I've seen you around before. I was just too nervous to talk to you. I only made myself known to you last night because it was convenient. You happened to be working in the coffee shop my best friend works in. I've been doing a lot of my college work online, which is probably the reason you haven't seen me around before. People are assholes here, man."

His words escape his mouth so smoothly and freely as if we've known each other forever. He's so comfortable talking to me it's almost alarming, it's unexpected, I would've never imagined someone would be so interested in me. Especially someone so similar to me. I try to hide the smile that is so desperately trying to make itself known on my face as I take in his words, I could listen to Gerard talk forever.

"Yeah, um, I get that. I haven't been treated great here either. I- I'm glad you told me the truth though, and that you were willing to come up and talk to me. Uh... I appreciate it." Though it feels natural to talk to him, I'm still a nervous fucking wreck. I can't help but to trip up my words. He's everything I could ever want, and he just appeared in my life so suddenly. I liked to think it was the universe's way of making things work out at the right times, was this the right time?

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Class eventually comes to an end, I grab my bag, sliding it over my shoulder. I would usually be quick to leave, but instead, I wait for Gerard to pack up his things. He shows me a smile and I give a weak one back as he follows behind me, and then eventually walks right by my side as we stroll through the corridors. We don't speak much during this time, I can feel the stares of other people on my back as we make it through the halls, and then eventually outside.

"Did Frank mention that party to you?" Gerard breaks the silence. Fuck, the party. I forgot about that.

"Oh, yes, he did. Are you going?"

"Yeah, I usually always try to go to them with Frank and the other guys. It's a lot of fun. How about I pick you up on Saturday night? I'll drive you there, just us." He smiles at me, and I feel like I'm about ready to explode.

"I'll drive you there, just us."

Just thinking about it made me ecstatic, if there were already butterflies in my stomach, there were a lot more now. Shit, how did I manage to develop a crush on this man so quickly? I'm assuming it's a "love at first sight" type of thing, it definitely feels like it. I don't want to rush into all of this so quickly though. I recognize him flirting with me, I adore him throwing hints and being sweet, I can tell that he's interested in me, and I'm interested in him, but I need some time to pass, you know? Fuck, my trust issues are going off the rails.

"Su- Sure. Sounds perfect." I grin sheepishly, wondering how stupid I look, I can already tell my face is bright pink. I doubt he's judging me for it, though. Instead of verbally telling him goodbye, I decide to give a wave, and head off to my car.