Will You Take Me With You? [Gerard Way]

Chapter 1

 Hey guys, this is just a rough idea, not sure if i'll continue it or not; it's the first thing I've written in a while and I'm currently just trying to get my writing back up to scratch. Let me know what you think, it's my first time on this site x.

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Gerard cracked his knuckles nervously as he glanced down at his cheap, imitation Rolex he had received for his fifteenth birthday. According to the watch, it was precisely 6:02pm. What’s-his-name was two minutes late. Two entire minutes. Gerard anxiously ran his hands through his poorly-dyed mop of black hair. Why was what’s-his-name two minutes late? Perhaps he was in the wrong spot. He had been told to wait at the bus-stop on Tennyson Avenue at exactly 6:00pm. Exactly 6:00pm. And yet, 6:00pm had come and gone, and he was still waiting. He squinted through the light of the setting sun to explore the end of the street. Still, nobody was walking around the corner.
The big hand of his watch ticked over to 6:03.
That’s it. What’s-his-name wasn’t coming. Gerard was better off abandoning his mission and going home; it was time to call it a day. He had never acted as the collector before, and it seemed that today was not his day. He was always the one doing the drugs, never before had he been the one in the firing line waiting to get busted with hundreds of dollars’ worth of illicit substances.
He stood, snatching up his worn backpack from the cracked cement floor. Breathing an internal sigh of relief, he flipped his jacket’s hood over his head and turned to walk away.
“Hey! Are you Gerard? Man, sorry if I’m a bit late, my last client fucked me over, tried to short change me…”
Gerard turned. The man’s voice was as rough as his exterior. Un-kept, brown hair and stubble lining his face. His eyes were red; it appeared that he had been testing out his product.
“Hey, yeah I’m Gerard,” his words came out too quietly.
The man smirked at him.  “Do you have the cash?”
Gerard nodded in response, reaching into the front pocket of his backpack and pulling out a rolled collection of money. In return, the man reached deep into the pocket of his baggy worn-out jeans and pulled out a clear zip-locked bag containing several buds of weed.
Across the road, Kate crouched behind some bushes, watching the exchange between her new neighbour and a 20-something year old man who looked like he had just climbed out of bed from a year-long nap. When she had moved to New Jersey, she hadn’t expected this. Shady drug deals made at bus-stops near her house weren’t on her list of things to see. Even at this distance, she could see that the boy’s hands were shaking as he thrust the drugs into his backpack. Feeling braver, she leant out further from the bush, attempting to get a better view. She watched as her neighbour turned away from the man and quickly walked away, crossing the road and heading straight towards her hiding spot. 
“Shit, shit, shit,” in Kate’s hurry to escape a confrontation, she stepped on a fallen stick. The crack alerted  Gerard, who looked anxiously in her direction with wide eyes.
“Who’s there!?”  He was a deer in headlights, clutching onto the straps of his backpack as if they were the only things keeping him alive.
Kate silently cursed herself. What a great start to the neighbourhood. She would become known as the new stalker on the block. Kate; the girl who crept around in bushes and watched people undertake illegal activities.
“Hi… I’m Kate…” she attempted friendly smile as she crawled out from behind the bush. Gerard just stared at her, confusion written into his face.
“I-um-I’m sorry. I was following you home- not because I’m crazy! Because I just moved here and I’ve seen you leave your house and I know you live beside me and I couldn’t remember the way home so I followed you and then I saw you sit at that bus-stop and I didn’t know what to do so I just kind of hid behind this bush for a while I swear I’m not stalking you.” Her words came out in one long, flustered breath. She could feel the heat rush to her blushing cheeks with every word she blurted out.
“I’m Gerard…” he stuck his pale hand out towards her, still looking awfully confused.
She took it and glanced up into his hazel eyes. It took all of her strength to supress a giggle; this was not the way she had intended their meeting to go.
“So, Gerard, do you always buy drugs on your way home from school or do you put on a show just for me?”
He half-smiled, biting his lip and looking away from her. “Actually, today was my first time.”
Kate raised her eyebrows, pushing a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear.
“Don’t look so surprised,” he laughed. His voice was soft, yet there was an air of feigned cockiness wrapped around every word he spoke. “So, why exactly were you following me home?”
“I told you, I moved here about a week ago. Today was my first day walking home from school. I’ve seen you before, and I know you live a few houses down from me, so when I couldn’t remember the way I decided I’d just follow you.” How many times would she have to explain her case before he believed that she wasn’t obsessed with him?
“You’ve seen me before hey? So, you’ve been perving on me from your window?”
Kate rolled her eyes. Apparently, more times than she would like.
 “Sorry…” she allowed her eyes to deliberately wander down his body, eying off his tight black jeans, black hoodie and black converse. “You’re not exactly my ‘type’.” 
He grinned, as if it was exactly the answer he wanted to hear. “Oh, you have no idea how much I’ll enjoy changing your mind. Come on! I’ll show you the way home.”
He turned and Kate followed him, jogging to keep up with his fast-paced steps.