Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Prologue

TW: making out, borderline smut (if you like squint and have shitty eye sight)

A/N: alright, let's do this 😚

YOUR POV:

They say that art school is not for the faint of heart. They warn you not to go to art school unless you want to come out with a bleeding hatred for art. They warn you not to go if you love to draw because by the time you leave, you'll be so burnt out that just the thought of trying to draw makes your stomach churn.

I was living proof of that.

Ever since I was a child I had been creative, but of course, my medium as a child was making home made videos, and being a young and stupid kid. But by the time I started middle school, any and all extroverted traits suddenly vanished like they didn't exist.

I became reclusive and introverted. I didn't like to make friends and I preferred to sit and eat lunch alone. All of this alone time gave me a lot of time to think about my life and grow depressed...so I turned to drawing.

I wasn't fantastic but you don't have to be fantastic to enjoy drawing. If it makes you happy, go for it.

Well, it did make me happy until art school where it was like all my passion was sucked away. As if the devil was holding a soul sucking device to my being and draining all my passion and love for it.

Well, that was said until I met my roommate a few days before my first year of college.

We didn't talk for a whole two weeks.

He stayed on his side of the dorm and I stayed on mine. We didn't talk, and it wasn't because we didn't like each other, we were just both to awkward to talk. Neither of us wanted to make the first move.

We eventually started talking though and I finally found out his name. Yeah, he knew my name but I didn't know his. His name was Gerard Way and he was from New Jersey, which wasn't far from the school.

We started to talk and we found out that we had a lot in common, yet we were still two different people.

He was into the punk scene, and I was into the preppy and pop music you'd find on the radio.

It seemed like fate was on our side because for the next three years, we were roommates. Four years of us being stuck in the same dorm gave us a lot of time to really get to know each other. We got to learn what makes the other tick, what motivates them and such.

Gerard wanted to become a comic book artist and was looking into jobs at all these different companies. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do yet.

I found myself falling for the awkward guy. He was funny and always made me laugh and smile, even when I wanted to be depressed and upset. He always knew how to make me laugh, and always knew how to take my mind off stuff.

He was my best friend, so of course I fell for him.

Not only that, he was my first friend. Well, not in my entire life, but definitely my first friend in a while.

I felt safe with him.

He was always asking me how my day was going, if I needed help on college work, always asking me how I was doing in general...he always wanted to know how I was doing.

I always asked him the same thing, but I very rarely got anything response aside from a few words.

He never liked to talk about himself. And I don't mean his likes and dislikes, his home life and such, no, he never wanted to talk about his thoughts and feelings.

I always pushed him to talk about it. I knew a thing or two about bottling up emotions, and it never went how you planned.

I was working on opening up more myself, which was probably why whenever Gerard asked I would spill my guts without question.