The First Timer-Gerard WayXReader

Gerard, The Rotten Egg

Finally, we moved everything in. My bookshelf of collectibles and comics was organized by its title and genre. My little wall and side of memories was also organized by its date and year, although it was a little embarrassing putting it up with Gerard. I put up extra shelves, showing off my trophies that I got from many competitions. Some I left at home and my most important ones I brought with me. My desk was moved to the only large window, where I draped some red curtains over it. I moved my bed on the same side as the wall of memories, finally, with the TV hung up on the wall, my gaming consoles beneath it. My stereo was connected to my speakers, which were right next to my bed, on top of the drawer.

"Wow, you're really creative!" He commented. "I never thought I'll help a girl decorate her room..." He laughed.

While the stereo was softly playing in the background, I sat on my bed and nodded, thanking him for helping me out. We stayed quiet, until it was broken by, of course, Gerard.

"Lucky us, we get our own room. Now I have to bring the other half of my stuff over." He sighed.

I nodded, once again, looking at a specific picture that was next to my bed by the speakers. There, my whole family stood. My dad on the grill, holding up the spatula he was cooking burgers with, looked at the camera with a bright smile. My mom was setting the table, but still turned her head towards the camera, staring into the lense with her sunglasses on and smiling wide, exposing her straight white teeth. My little sister was in the background, on the trampoline, jumping happily, pointing towards the camera with amusement, like any other 2 year old would. And I? I was right in front of the lense, taking the photo myself as a selfie, I looked at the lense, my eyes glistening from the hot sun and the feeling of excitement. I smiled brightly, showing my straight white teeth and my stuck out tongue.

How old was I? I was around 7 years old. Yes, pretty young. I vaguely remember this burger day, I think it was the finals for FIFA World Cup? Ah yes, yes it was. I concentrated on my own smile, missing it. Longing for it, wishing that I'll be able to show my bright white teeth again. Be able to playfully stuck my tongue out at the camera or to anybody. But I could not bring up to doing it anymore. No, I can not, not after what had happened. As I began to go into deeper thought, Gerard caught my attention as he patted my back.

"H-Huh?" I snapped my head up. "W-What? S-Sorry. I'm lost."

He smiled and playfully rolled his eyes.

"I guess you ignored my whole rambling."

I jumped back, almost falling flat on my bed.

"N-No! I-I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean it! I'm really am sorry! Ugh!" I stuttered, horribly. I shook my head and then held Gerard's shoulders as I tried to apologize even more

He took my wrists and put them down to my lap. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"It's okay, wow. My rambling wasn't important either way. I was mostly complaining that I had read the wrong information sheet for this college." He explained.

I sighed and shook my head.

"I'm still sorry."

He chuckled and rubbed my shoulders. He then stared at the same picture I was just concentrating on. He took the framed picture from my drawer, examining it closer.

"That's a beautiful family." He warmly smiled. "All of your photos, they're all there, together. Your little sister growing older and taller, and you as well."

My heart stung. He was right. We loved taking pictures together. I had very few of my own, most of them of myself and my little sister.

"Yeah. We were- umm, are an energetic family." I told him, my eyes looking dull.