"Just Friends."

Chapter 1

Gerards P.O.V.

He walked into the glass doors and studied the hospital. He saw many people in hospital gowns and clothes, he himself was wearing it too. They led him upstairs, locking every single door behind him. "Where the hell am I?" He asked in great terror. The doctor turned around, concerned and opened the door to his room. It was dark, cold and had only one dull light that lights up less than half of the room. "This is your room. Welcome to the mental hospital."

I shot up from my sleep. My skin and palms were sweating, even though it was beginning to be chilly outside. My entire body was trembling at the thought of being stuck at what felt like a prison. My eyes began to water and blur as i stared into the darkness. I looked to my right to check the time. Fuck its blurry. I blinked a couple of times to put focus on my vision. 5:36am. I have work. I thought. Please just let me have one night without a nightmare.

I was woken up by the sound of a timer going off. I slamed the alarm off and weakly got out of bed. Every morning it was the same damn routine over and over again. Get out of bed, get dressed, grab a coffee, and get to work, and to make matters worse, i never had enough sleep, because i was always woken up by shitty nightmares. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my daily coffee to head to work,which just happens to be a music store.

"Gerard thank god your finally here. Listen, i put an order on some new drum sets, so they should be here anytime today. My shift is over, so ill catch you later, okay?" I stared at Mikey with an irritated look and sighed. "Alright, whatever." I set my coffee down and sat at the counter. Fuck, this day couldn't be anymore tiring.

My brother runs this place himself, and i had agreed to help his business, but only because i had needed this money to pay my apartment. Although we only have a few costumers a day, we make a fair amount of money, and like i said, each day is the same. People walk in, ask questions, and walk out, either with an instrument of some sort, or a coupon that would expire in a week, i only give those to get people out somehow.

I heard the faint sound of the golden bell at the door ring. "Hello?" I looked up from my phone to find a short black haired guy, who looked around the store, and then laid his eyes on me. "Y...yes?" I said, completely putting my phone away. "I was wondering if you have any guitars for sale, or if you could at least fix one of the strings on my guitar." I smiled. "Yea sure. Can i just see it?" He handed me his guitar. "Im Frank, by the way." I took his guitar, studied it, and then looked up. "Nice to meet you. Im Gerard Way." He gave the cutest little smile i have ever seen. His eyes lit up and he bit his lip, and i couldn't help to just stare, but then i came back to reality and fixed his guitar.

"So how'd you break this?" I asked. "Well, long story short, im still learning to play in a band." I glared at him. "You're starting a band? That's rad as fuck!" He gave off his half smile "well, we're looking for a lead vocalist, and maybe your lucky enough to take on the challenge of being our lead singer." He grabbed his guitar. "Great! Ill do it!" "Okay Gerard. Here's my number. Give me a call and we'll work things out, okay?" He walked out, and for the first time, i didnt regret getting out of bed this morning.