Jared Leto/Gerard Way Oneshots

1: Cats or Dogs?

Gerard and Jared didn't hate each other, per se. They simply just had a strong (and rather aggressive) opinion on which was superior: dog or cat.

Jared thought all cats were evil and so were any who liked them, which is why it came as a nasty surprise that his friend, Gerard owned not one, but two cats.

"But Gerard, they're companions of witches!" Jared argued, in a voice louder than necessary.

"So? You calling me a witch, Leto?" Gerard challenged, getting quite flustered.

"Well...Maybe I am!"Jared yelled.

Shannon watched from the sidelines, rolling his eyes and continued to read his book; he was used to these arguments breaking out by now. They'd both yell for a bit, Gerard would insult dogs, Jared would then insult cats, and they'd storm out and sulk for a while like a couple of toddlers. Gerard would then usually be the one to go and apologise because Jared was far too stubborn to do it himself, even though he couldn't stand Gerard being mad at him.

They didn't hang out too often (they were just neighbours), and Shannon couldn't see them as anything much more than that. He was convinced that more than ten minutes of them in the same room would result in the whole building being burnt down to the ground. What Shannon didn't understand was why Gerard kept coming round, if he knew that it would result in shouting. He'd even asked Jared this and he just shrugged, as if it was completely normal to have your neighbour come round to start a heated debate about cats and dogs.

For a few days, Gerard didn't come over. Shannon thought that Jared would be happy to get a break from the arguing but he caught his little brother checking out the window, trying to get a peek at Gerard's house.

"If you want to see him so bad, just go over there." He said with a raised eyebrow, startling Jared who flinched back from the window.

"See who? Go where? I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbled, brushing past Shannon to go up to his room. From there, he resumed staring out of the window with a sigh. Arguing with Gerard had become part of his routine and he had quite a few points that he could use against cats stocked up and ready to use.

As time passed, Jared became more and more tempted to go over to Gerard's house and start the argument himself. He'd never been to Gerard's house, he imagined it'd have pictures of cats everywhere with balls of yarn and cat hair in random places and rooms stinking of cat food. 'Like a crazy old cat lady's house' Jared thought. Nevertheless, he made his way down the stairs, ignoring the looks from Shannon and put on his shoes. He nudged the door open with his shoulder while tying his laces and stumbled out onto the streets, the wind being particularly fucking strong that day. Jared didn't have room to be annoyed at his hairstyle being messed up, he figured it'd look fine all messy anyway. It took a total of fifteen steps to get to Gerard's front door and Jared was already hit with the smell of cats and cat food and whatever the fuck else Gerard had that smelt cattish in there.

"Man, I'm so ready for this fuckin' argument." Jared muttered, knocking on the door. From inside, he could faintly here a shout of 'Coming!' and a patter of footsteps before the door opened.

"Oh, Jared, hi." Gerard smiled lopsidedly, trying not to scream at how nice Jared's hair looked all windswept like that.

"Your place stinks." Jared said, scooting past Gerard into his house. Gerard's smile dropped and he rolled his eyes, shutting the door.

"Is that what you came here to tell me?" He asked, picking up a few empty mugs of coffee that he was too lazy to put away before.

"Yes and no," Jared said, looking around. Gerard's house didn't look as crazy as he'd expected. "You haven't been round for a while." He said in a softer tone.