Frerard Fanfiction - Since I'm Horrible With Goodbyes

Chapter One- Casual Affair

Gerard Way lived on the 'good' side of the alleyway, with the gardens and the patios and the fireplaces. He lived with his family, his parents and his younger brother Mikey, in a three floor house, which, just like everyone else in there town, their mother had filled with paintings and sculptures, all meaning nothing to the family and probably very little to the artist, considering they had been willing to sell them. Gerard was an artist himself, although it was mostly just pieces of work that he had in his many note books that he kept hidden from the world. The art that he did show, were always his least favourite. The ones that were thrown away as soon as he was told how brilliant they were. The ones that didn't mean anything to him and where only there for a grade, he never enjoyed drawing the graded ones. He had learnt that graded work, whether literal graded work from school or work that was judged by his parent, shouldn't mean anything to him. It would only either confuse the person who was grading it or make them worry. That wasn't something Gerard let people do, worry. He had the 'perfect life', as he had been told by people continuously. There was no need for him to have negative feelings. That would make him ungrateful. He was used to being called that. Of course that wasn't the only thing he was used to be called but again, he didn't let people worry. Gerard went to a private school, just like everyone else in his town. He wore the school uniform; a plain white shirt, with a red and blue tie, that was never done up and a blue blazer that was only worn by the 'perfect students', just like everyone else in his town. He got average grades, which would normally lead to an average job and average life, but of course his parents wouldn't have that. Gerard's parents where the type of parents that were disappointed if their children didn't do well in school, but that wouldn't stop them from giving them everything. An easy life was given to him and as he wasn't ungrateful he happily took it, despite what it did to him.

Gerard woke around the same time he normally did, one in the afternoon. This was a usual thing in the Way's house. Both brothers would wake late on the weekend. Gerard ran his fingers through his red hair whilst trying to dodge the paints and pencils that covered the floor of his bedroom. His head was banging almost as fast and as loud as the music from the night before that had caused the headache. Once his feet finally found an appropriate place on the floor, one where his already hurting feet wouldn't encounter the expensive paints, Gerard found himself raising from his black sheets and searching for a shirt. Once finding an old shirt, which had been frowned upon in the Way house hold due to the low price and developing rip, the walk across the balcony above his living room started. Each step was agony and another reminder of jumping out of the second story of his 'casual affair's' apartment. However the sight of his brothers blond and his mother's raven black hair made the oldest Way brother walk slightly faster in search of the bathroom so he could wash off the thoughts of the night before. Once ripping the clothes off his pale body, Gerard got into the shower. Showers had become quite a tedious activity recently. Now just a reminder of his past and a place where he's forced to think, something that he often avoided. The water over through his body as he hummed along to a random tune. Gerard turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the first of the many recently washed towels that his hand touched. His day went on like this, doing small tasks in order to avoid his family. The several friends that he did have where probably studying or with their families or together without Gerard. It didn't really bother him that they went places without him. Besides, who would to be seen with a recovering alcoholic, whose daily activities consisted of walking to and from school, staying indoors and generally staying away from anyone who tried to talk to him? Gerard continued his day without talking to anyone. The only thing occupying his mind was his own thoughts. He often drew his thoughts on a page but kept it to himself. He wasn't able to see anyone else's thoughts, why should they be able to see his? The night before played over in his head, each time trying to make the story seem even a little okay. This was how most Sundays went, trying to rationalise the events of Saturday. Gerard was supposed to be a recovering alcoholic so when he went out for 'a couple drinks' and woke up in a man's apartment at three in the morning, there was a problem.