It started with the car|| Gerard Way x reader

chapter 12

What's up guys, it's Ghost. I oh so super duper apologise for not uploading at all. I'm kinda in a writer's rut. bear with me, I'm still emo I just have been falling more in and out of the MCR fandom. not cause I don't like them anymore but because I've worn myself out with them. luckily I've started to listen to more music instead of the same band over n over. and by that I mean, I've been listening to more Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the disco, EVEN MORE Holllywood Undead cause ill never be tired of them, and even added a little more ptv and other emo bands to the mix.... obviously, this isn't my first time listening to all of those bands but like I've been really falling hard back into the emo phase. I'm gonna stop because I need to upload another chapter...

i actually somehow have an unfinished chapter of Danger Zone so maybe I'll post that soon.

Chapter 12

(somehow im back in first person im so sorry- i hate first person)

"(Y/N) wake up" I felt a soft nudge against my side. "Five more minutes.." I mumbled sleepily. "No, we have class." It was Mikey. "Gerard you wake up too." I slowly opened my eyes watching Mikey flick Gerard's forehead. I giggled lightly climbing off of Gerard almost knocking him to the floor. "How have you been (Y/N)? I haven't seen you in a while." Mikey asked looking down at me. I shrugged as I reached down to pull my shoes on. "Just a little bit of overworking myself" I mumbled standing up straight to look at him. "Gee, wake up" I shoved him gently hearing a groan escape his lips. "First Mikey, now you too, Sugar?" he rolled his eyes sitting up from where he was lying on the couch. "I cannot afford to be late." I deadpanned as I grabbed my car keys off the coffee table. "Do we have time to pick up coffee?" I heard Mikey groan in protest. "We always have time for coffee" I heard Gerard say as he walked upstairs to his bedroom. I rolled my eyes as I ran upstairs after him. "Gee!!" I shouted as I burst into his bedroom, falling face-first into the carpet as I realised the door wasn't actually closed. Gerard, looking down at me on the floor while being half dressed burst out laughing. "Did you- Did you seriously just fall on my floor-" he chuckled as he knelt down offering me his hand. "Shut up." I stammered feeling a small amount of blood leak from my nose as he pulled me up. "I wanted a jacket" I mumbled wiping the blood off my nose with my hand. "Gerard did you break her!?" Mikey shouted as he came trailing upstairs. "Hurry up numbnuts we still have to pick up coffee and Ray and Fr-" A loud honk came from outside as I nabbed one of Gerard's jackets off of his coat rack. "Do not get your nose blood on my jacket, (Y/N) Lake." Gerard threatened in a semi-sarcastic manner as I ran downstairs to see someone walking in the door. Before I saw who it was, I reached into my pocket for the small knife flicking it open towards whoever was at the door. "Hey wait no it's just us!" I saw Frank cover his face up with his hands. "Maybe knock first?" I added.

(swapping this out of fp because i haven't edited this in a while and i hate fp)

Frank shot (Y/N) a dirty look. "Seriously would you have actually stabbed me?" he asked looking at her. "Maybe" she admitted shoving the small knife back in her pocket. "We don't have to pick up Ray and Frank by the way!" (Y/N) shouted towards wherever Mikey and Gerard were. "Ow- we are less than two feet away from you.." Mikey rubbed his temples. "Are we all gonna shove into Ray's car?" Gerard asked with a questioning look on his face. "Now the better question is how are we all going to fit into my car-" Ray shrugged as we all headed outside to his car.

(oh and you better expect a description of that baby cause im a car nerd.... And whatever i said his car was in the previous chapters. I lied. He has a corvette)

Outside was Ray's sleek black C2 Corvette. "Did we all just magically forget Ray's car only has two seats?" Frank said heading over to (Y/N) 's car. "I guess I did" she shrugged. "I guess I'm carpooling today?" everyone but Ray nodded. "I take it I'm cool enough to ride in the trans am?" Ray asked as (Y/N) pulled the seat forwards. "Correct. Gerard, you're in the back. Ray gets special privilege since I haven't talked to him... for what, almost a month?" she said in a questioning tone. Gerard huffed climbing into the back seat with Mikey and Frank. "I'm also the tallest... Wait do you have a booster seat for Frank?" Ray joked sliding into the passenger seat as (Y/N) sat down in the driver. "You suck Ray." Frank huffed from the middle of the back. "Anyways Fro-Fro, I've got my mp3 player in the glove box if you want to play something," she suggested turning the keys in the ignition. "You're a lifesaver, now I don't have to listen to Gerard complain about being squished" Frank chuckled.

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Timeskip cause I need more mcr stuff... (im adding more classes and characters cause this shits boring)

"I'll see you guys later!" (Y/N) called back to Gerard and Ray as she walked up the steps of the college with Mikey and Frank behind her. They all departed to their classes. (Y/N) walked into her music class. "(Y/N) you're here!" Pete called wrapping his arms around (Y/N) in a friendly way. "Yes, hello Peter, where's everyone else? Am I early?" she asked squirming out of Pete's embrace. "Yeah, you're early for once. There are a few new kids who transferred in though that I think you're gonna like." He smiled down at her. "Trick! Have you met (Y/N)?" Pete asked someone behind her entransing himself in his new conversation. (Y/N) shook her head sitting down in the middle row of the class. "Hey, I like your hair," someone behind (Y/N) said. She turned her head around finding the voice seeing a few boys surrounding one middle boy. "I'm Brendon, this is Ryan, Dallon, Spencer, and Jon" the guy now known as Brendon said pointing at each of the boys behind him. "I'm (Y/N)" she smiled waving at them all. "Thank you by the way. I do it all the time" she said, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "Do you play or do you just sit there and look pretty?" Another voice asked. "Girlfriend Josh!" (Y/N) smiled patting the seat beside her. "I feel like the only people I've actually interacted with in a while have been Tyler and Jenna" She sighed as Josh sat down. "Yeah, you have and that's crazy 'cause I'm in your house every other day." he shrugged.

The lesson went on pretty boring for once. 'No instruments or vocals? Isn't this supposed to be intro to band?' she thought to herself as she walked out of the classroom, a hand on her shoulder stopping her in her tracks. "(Y/N)" it was Pete. "I still don't have your phone number" (Y/N) turned around now being face to face with Pete. "Oh shit, you're right." (Y/N) scribbled her number down on a piece of paper before handing it to Pete. "This is Patrick by the way, he's been my best friend since we could think" he chuckled, she stuck her hand out to Patrick which he shook. "I've got to get going, gangs waiting for me! I'll see you later" she called back as she wandered her way through the halls out to her car. "And the princess decided to show face, I was gonna hotwire your car!" Frank yelled, (Y/N) making her way over to the guys, unlocking the car "If you hotwire my car I'm going to make sure you will never walk ever again." she mumbled threateningly as footsteps came up from behind. "So this is your car?" It was Brendon. "Yeah... she's a bit of a rust bucket." Gerard came up to (Y/N)'s side. "If you ever disrespect this car in my presence I'll take her off your hands." He whispered gaining a chuckle from Brendon. "No no, no disrespect intended. I just don't see very many classics on the road like I used to." he defended his point by patting the glass of the t-tops. (Y/N) felt herself cringe a little. "Yeah... I've got to get going though. I'll see you tomorrow Brendon." Frank waved bye as Frank and Mikey climbed into the backseat. "He touched the glass..." she muttered 

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I'm slowly realising I cannot hardly write more than one person into a book, where the fuck was gerard? (in the beninigng)