Bullied || Gerard Way x Reader

♡ Prom Preparation ♡

* (Y/N)'s POV *

Prom was in a week, so me and Erica decided to go shopping while Frank and Gee went shopping.

"I bet both of you are gonna show up in matching outfits even when you haven't seen eachothers outfit." Erica smiled, walking towards a fancy looking store.

"I probably won't be able to afford any of this." I laughed, following close behind. "No worries." Erica smirked, raising her hand to reveal several dollars in her hand.

"How did you get all of that??" I asked. "The diner." Erica smiled. "Oh, I didn't know you worked there."

"Oh, no, I robbed the diner."

"FUCKING HELL, ERICA." I yelled. She just laughed, and walked into the store. There we found several dresses, in several different colors.

There were short green ones, to long dark blue ones. But while looking, one particular dress caught my eye.

It was a black dress, with a red tie around the waist, and a bit of lace.

(I'M SORRY I FELL IN LOVE WITH HELENA'S DRESS OKAY)

It was perfect.

"Erica!" I called. She turned her head from a few pastel blue dresses and ran over to me. "I knew you were gonna pick that one." She smiled.

"How?" I asked. "It just kinda...suites you." Erica laughed, before picking it up from the hanger. She shoved me into the changing room and tossed me the dress.

I changed into it, and walked out to greet Erica. She gasped, and grabbed both my hands. "HOLY SHIT GERARD'S SO GONNA WANNA FU-"

"Stop." I laughed, shoving her hands off of me. "That dress looks really good on you! Gee's gonna love it." Erica smiled, clapping her hands together.

"You really think so? I think I look pretty fat in this..." I muttered. "No bitch, if anything, you're underweight." Erica laughed.

I twirled around in the dress for a few more minutes, before returning into the dressing room to change back into my original clothing.

I walk outside in my regular clothes, and catch up to Erica, who's eyeing a pastel lavender dress.

It was a beautiful shade of lavender, with florescent patterns on the bottom of the dress.

"I LOVE THIS ONE! I'M GETTING THIS!" She screamed, yanking the dress off of the hanger. She didn't even try it on, she just ran up to the checkout table.

We checked out our dresses, and left the shop to go to Starbucks.

* Gerard's POV *

Frank and I were prancing around the mall, looking for a store with any suits available. Eventually, we found only one store.

"Comon, I bet Erica and (Y/N) are already at Starbucks." Frank groaned, pulling me by the wrist into the store.

There were many different colored suits available. Frank was eyeing one with a black vest immediately, while I just lingered around.

I was examining every suit, when I spotted one that I really liked.

It was a black suit, with black pants and a red tie. (I don't really think you'll need a mental image for this if you're a revenge era gerard whore like me)

I grabbed the suit off of the hanger it was attached to, and followed Frank in his journey to find his suit.

"That one?" Frank asked, glancing at the suit I picked out. "Yeah, is something wrong with it?" I asked. "No. I bet (Y/N)'ll love it~" Frank smirked.

"I really hope so." I muttered, examining the red tie. "She will. She'll dig it." Frank laughed, continuing to look at suits.

He eventually picked the white suit with the vest and black pants and headed towards the checkout table.

We payed for our suits, and exited the store. "To Starbucks!" Frank yelled, beginning to run towards the Starbucks. "Excelsior!" I yelled, running after him.

We arrived at the Starbucks, and walked in. The strong scent of coffee hit me like a bus, and I loved it.

We looked around the room, and saw (Y/N) and Erica talking at a booth. While Frank was ordering food, I snuck up behind (Y/N) and grabbed her shoulders.

She jumped, and quickly turned to face me. "What the hell, Gee?? You scared the shit out of me!" She laughed, playfully punching my shoulder.

"Oops." I smiled, before taking a seat next to her. Erica awed and turned to see Frank taking a seat next to her.

"So girls, what did ya get?" He asked, sipping his coffee. Before we could answer, he turned his cup to see his name horribly spelt.

"Who the fuck spells Frank as 'Fronk'???" He yelled. We all laughed. "Hey Fronkie, maybe you should ask the manager who spells Frank as Fronk?" Erica laughed.

"Nah. Too lazy." Frank shrugged, setting his cup down. "I guess my name is Fronk now." He laughed.

"Fronk Lero." I laughed. "Yup. Frank Iero who?" Frank smiled.

We all chatted away until I successfully drank 5 coffees in the span of an hour. We decided to leave before I ordered more, which was a smart idea.

We all left the mall, and drove home.