Best Friends, Better Off As Lovers || Gerard Way Oneshot

Best Friends Better Off As Lovers

Smack, smack.

The first raindrops of the season fell, hitting me directly on the nose as if the water saturated clouds had something against me which they more than likely did, I never liked rain and still failed to understand why everyone loved to write poems about it. I sputtered, hitting the droplets away as they started to come down more quickly, turning what had been a still and ever so slightly crisp night into the definition of wet and soggy.

My best friend Gerard and I had been sitting in the park, chatting after an entire day of hanging out at the various record stores spread out across the large township of Kingmill, breathing in the last of our freedom before started yet another year in high school, this time returning as juniors.

I'd thought we'd be able to get some time in before going back to his house that would be vacant of his parents and younger brother Mikey until they returned from his grandmothers on tuesday which gave us two whole nights to watch horror movies with the tv turned up loud while raiding the fridge and eating as much food as possible before we crashed.

"Uh-oh," Gerard said, rising from the park bench he'd been sitting on for a solid hour, he knew how much I hated the rain and more often than not if I got wet I'd be very grumpy until I dried off or at the very least warmed up.

The Way house was only a block away and from years and years of practice we knew it'd be a four minute when moving at a jog and maybe two minutes at a quick sprint, both methods had been tried and proven to work thanks to our shared childhood of bullies and rather unfriendly dogs with a child loathing neighbor thrown in for good measure.

Gerard wrapped his multicolored stripped scarf around his neck, the same one that he'd worn for years despite being called horrible names such as 'faggot' and 'poof' because of the fading pink his mother had affectionately knitted into it, not seeing the color as a problem at the time, not that it bothered him now.

"I'll make you a bet. How about we race back to the house and the last person in has to get all the snacks, deal?" He was making an attempt to distract me from the scowl that'd automatically came to my face as the rain fell, weighing heavily on both my mood and appearance since in my opinion scowling was my worst look.

"Deal," I replied, holding my pale hand out to his equally pale hand and shaking, I knew I'd be able to easily outrun him.

I won't try to lie, I've never been the fittest or most athletic kid in school but neither was he and while most boys were taking on the more masculine, toned edge they'd have in later life he'd remained baby-faced but grown into it at the same time.

He wasn't handsome either but I could tell he'd grow to be, at the moment he fit the word cute and wore it well, managing to look like the best description I could give you of an angel despite having straight black locks that went against the grain of the cliché blonde curls.
There was also his eyes, that could drift anywhere between a light hazel and a chocolaty brown where on an angel it would be a green or a blue.

While I was trapped in my thoughts Gerard had seen an opportunity to get to the house before me and had started running, wanting both to win and get out of the rain that was quickly soaking us to the bone despite the thick layer of clothes we both wore in preparation of the weatherman's prediction of a storm.

What had started out as a slight rainfall had taken a turn for the worst and was well on its way to an absolute torrent that should shortly be followed by a flood if things stayed at the rate they were at. As we turned onto the familiar street Gerard lived on with me hot at his heels the sound of thunder echoed across the sky, a final warning for any person who was out at midnight to get inside if the rain hadn't already worked as a sufficient stroller deterrent.