The First Timer-Gerard WayXReader

Special One-Shot!

This will not be a part of the book, I was bored in class, so I decided to make a one shot after listening to a shit ton of music.
Okay, so here is some info you might need to know!
(B/F)= Your best friend's name (or anybody's really).
(F/L/S)= Favorite lead singer's name (from a band, you can even have two Gerard's!)
I think that's it! Thank you for reading and doing all the kind things! Love y'all!
*throws cookies all over the place and runs away to Sunset City with Green Day*
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As I walked around the mall, looking for my lost, clueless friend, I decided to drop by Hot Topic. I mean, why would she fear for her life? Her phone is dead, i'm wearing almost the same clothes any other teenager who listens to nothing but alternative, and what's even better is that I didn't even bring my phone with me just in case she was smart enough to ask anybody for a phone. God, I need to find her quick...

Before I do that, though, I would love to pick up the brand new (your favorite band) merch that they have on sale today. I quickly run inside the store, noticing that there was tons of people in the small store that Hot Topic is.

"Oh my god!" Someone yelled. "I can't believe I met him/her!"

I raised an eyebrow and then tried to squeeze thru many people and messy, sticky hair to get to my merch. Just as I reached my arm out to grab some kind of pole to save me from the sea of people, some guy pushed me back, making other people push me all the way to the back of the store. As I cursed aloud, I stomped the ground and then held my head in frustation.

"Yo! Just pass me some band merch back here will ya?!" I shouted with anger. "Assholes."

"Sure, what size?" Somebody spoke behind me. "Asshole."

I widened my eyes in disbelief. Did somebody really hear that? Out of all the crazy shit that's going on, they hear MY voice. I rolled my eyes as I turned around to face the person who had just won their free ticket to hell.

"Look, man-" I began but then stopped. As I turned to face the guy, his eyes just caught me out of breath. 'Wow' I thought in my head. While his eyes glistened, his black hair shined as the small spotlights only luminated him. He wore some eyeliner and some black eyeshadow, but it was just enough to make him look as badass as the guys in my dreams. He wore all black, his red tie being the only thing in color.

"O-Oh.." Was all I managed to say. "I-I was just frustated..." I nervously chuckled.

He chuckled, then shaking his head. We then stood there in silence. I rubbed the back of my head, heat climbing up my face. We akwardly and silently stood by the entrance, while many people rushed inside to meet whoever was in the middle of the store.

"Who is this person that they're all so excited about anyways?" I grunted, standing on my tip-toes to find my band merch.

"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to know." He replied. "I'm here because my friend got lost in here, so now i'm worried."

I raised an eyebrow as I looked up at him.

"A shortie."

I smiled and then giggled. "Wow. Same here. She's short as well, but she might be running all over the mall. So, how tall is she?"

"She's a guy." He replied.

I blushed and then apologized over 23 times, making this stranger laugh and accepting my apology every time I have apologized. Finally, as time passed, the store was quieter, almost empty. I cheered and then ran to my band merch until I heard a familiar voice.

"Are we done? Are you sure there is no one else who is left out?"

I snapped my head towards the voice, almost dropping dead on the floor. As my eyes widened, the lead singer of (your favorite band) was standing in front of me. Well, a few feet apart to the left from me. The guy stranger then walked over to me, a wide smiled plastered on his face.