Jared Leto/Gerard Way Oneshots

2: Emos and English Teachers

It was Gerard's eighteenth birthday and as he made his way to school, he knew that the chances of more than one person remembering his birthday was really quite slim. The one person he knew he could count on was Mr Leto, his English teacher.

Gerard's only friend was Mr Leto, and he'd spent many lunchtimes listing off all the new facts he'd learned about Edgar Allan Poe to him, and he was the only one who was interested. Gerard was quite a big fan of Edgar Allan Poe, which wasn't surprising because he was the local emo. Mr Leto found it quite endearing, but at some points a little weird because Gerard had drawn little doodles of Edgar Allan Poe with hearts around him in the back of his English book. Still, Mr Leto fully encouraged Gerard's enthusiasm for poetry, no matter how emo it was.

Mr Leto sat in is classroom during lunch, he didn't care for the stupid gossip in the teachers' lounge so he ate by himself. He was somewhat of an outcast even as a teacher, which he thought was maybe why he liked Gerard so much.

He heard a knock on the door as he was picking food out of his beard, hurriedly making sure he looked presentable before calling out 'Come in'.

The door opened and Mr Leto wasn't surprised to see Gerard there, with his raven hair covering half his face and the smudgy eyeliner around the eye that was visible.

"Oh hello, Gerard. Happy birthday." Mr Leto said, remembering exactly what the day was. By the way Gerard smiled, Mr Leto could tell that he was the first to say that to Gerard that day.

"Thanks, Mr L." Gerard said, hugging his notebook to his chest and sat up on Mr Leto's desk.

"How's your day been so far?" Mr Leto asked politely, leaning back in his chair and set his sandwich to the side for the moment.

"Not too good. Nobody but you remembered my birthday. Life seems to feed off my misery like a sadistic leech." Gerard sighed, looking down.

"Aw, well is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" Mr Leto frowned, patting Gerard's knee. He hated seeing his favourite student so down. Deep down, Mr Leto had feelings for him, but they were repressed and he never dared to act on them. Now though, Gerard technically was legal... Mr Leto stopped his train of thought right there so he could focus on cheering little Gee up.

"Mr Leto, is it okay if I just ask you a few questions?" Gerard asked, hoping he'd be allowed to. He realised that while Mr Leto knew a lot about him, he didn't know as much about Mr Leto. Plus, he needed advice which he hoped Mr Leto could provide.

"Sure, yeah, what's on your mind?" Mr Leto sat forward a bit, closer to Gerard, sort of in between his legs. Gerard smiled slightly and picked a little bit of lettuce out of Mr Leto's beard, not missing how his teacher blushed. Probably because of embarrassment, but Gerard could dream.

"Would it be rude of me to ask what your first name is?" Gerard asked, missing out the 'so I can doodle it everywhere in fancy fonts and little hearts.'

"Not at all, my name is Jared." Mr Leto smiled sweetly up at his student, his fingers still resting on his knee.

"Jared..." Gerard repeated softly, brushing his fringe out of his face before it fell straight back on it. "That's a nice name."

"Ah, thank you. Was that all you wanted to ask?"

"No, um," Gerard rubbed the back of his neck, putting his notebook down. "I wanted to ask for some advice...You see, I kind of...have a...uh...um..." Gerard trailed off, his pale cheeks growing redder by the second.

"Come on, Gee, you can trust me." Jared rubbed Gerard's knee supportively, biting his lip softly.

"Ah, I just...I have a crush on someone that I know I can't be with. And it's really killing me." Gerard sighed, slumping and hung his head.