Fire At Will.

Chapter 1 - "Well, Gerard Way, see you around."

As my nails scratch softly across the fabric on my chair, i hear the distand ticking of the clock and focus on the sound. Its only been 10 minutes. 50 more minutes of the most excruciating hour of my week.

Im snapped out of my thoughts by the shutting crash of the heavy doors. my eyes dart over to the sound and i see a short, black haired boy standing timidly infront of the door, seemingly embarressed from the loud sound he made upon entry.

He takes a seat in the empty chair next to me and apologises for being late. He looks back over at me and i realise ive been staring right at him and quickly look away. The counsellor asks him if he can introduce himself to the group

"I'm Frank..."

Everyone looks around waiting for if hes going to say anythig else but he seems to have hidden back in his shell. "Okay then, well welcome to the group"

I spend the rest of the session picking my fingers and nodding along and when the clock finally strikes 3pm i go to grab my bag from the floor next to my chair when a pair of feet trip over me

"Sorry-"

It was Frank, that new guy. "Um hey, are you okay?" I ask him, he gets up and replied "Yeah, thanks" I notice he's wearing skeleton gloves "I like your gloves" I'm not sure why i complimented him, but it happened. "Oh, thank you i like your scarf" he smiled at me before heading out the door. I can't figure out why but he seems interesting, and i find everyone annoying. I put my bag on my back and begin my walk home.

I wake up at 7am to my alarm as i usually do everyday. I have no plans today. I spend most of the day at the library most quiet days like this, its my favourite place in this boring town i live in so thats where im going to go today.

After getting ready and slipping my shoes on, I head out of the house. I have my striped scarf wrapped around my neck and my long, black coat hugging my body. Its cold, as it's early winter. I like winter. Theres no expectations, no pressure, no one wants to do anything when its freezing. I like it, the chilling breeze is nice.

Once arriving, I step into the comforting warmth of the library. I approach my usual table in the back corner of the building. I hang my bag off the back of my chair before going to select todays book. After scanning the shelves for a couple of minutes, i grab one that calls my interest. "At The Mountains Of Madness" HP Lovecraft.

I return to my table and flip open to the first page. An hour passes and i decide this is the book that i'm going to take home. I sling my bag over my shoulder before heading over to the front desk to log in my book. I put in on the desk and look out of the window while waiting for a worker to come over and sign the book out and as i turn around i notice something. I recognise those gloves. Those fingerless skeleton gloves belong to the guy from yesterday. I look up at his face and we both clearly recognise each other.

"Frank, right?"

A smile takes over his face "Hey. Yep, thats me" and he passes over the papers for me to write my name and the date. I write "Gerard Way, November 11th, At The Mountains Of Madness, HP Lovecraft"

"Well, Gerard Way, see you around"

I smile, a smile at someone that isnt forced which is a rare occurance. As i step outside and begin to walk home, thoughts about our interaction linger in my head. It made me feel something i never felt before, I dont understand it. I hate not understanding about my feelings.

I arrive home and stay inside for a few hours before deciding to go back out to get a coffee around 3pm from my usual favourite cafe. Putting my leather combat boots back on, i head out the door and begin my walk. It's about a 10 minute walk, its not far from the library. As I arrive i step in and see a table is empty in the corner. I love corners. I go and slip my bag off my back and onto the table to secure my spot and head over to the front. I order a black coffee and wait for it to be ready. Once i'm handed the hot mug i head over to my corner table and place in on the wooden top before sitting down and relaxing. After it cools down for a few minutes, i blow it and take a sip which warms my body and i look up to see something when i look over to the front where people order. I recognise those gloves. Again.

I look at him, waiting for him to notice me and when he does i can't help a smirk and he smiles back before picking up his order and heading in my direction.

"Hey again, Gerard"

"Hello Frank"

"Uh, could i sit at this empty seat at your table? You look like you could use some company."

"...Sure"

Frank takes a seat opposite him at the small coffee stained table and smiles

- A/N: This is our first chapter. I have lots of plans for this fic so stick around. Im trying to realse chapters as often as possible.