We're Chasing The Sun (Frerard)

Chapter 1

A/N - Update: As time passes, more and more does my aversion to this story grow. This was the first story I ever finished. Writing for the first time never is easy. But fear of failure is only feeble, toneless justification that leads to achromatic results. However, do not let me deter you from reading this story. I'm only grateful for the support I'm still getting for it. Thank you for reading and I do hope you will enjoy - xx Cymbeline 

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"One word," he repeated and snorted, folding his arms sulkily. His eyes indicated a sort of savagery Dr. Piller had never seen in him before. He was glaring at the clock accusingly, as if the poor thing had done something wrong. 

School was starting in two days. School was starting in two days and Gerard couldn't restrain his anger, regardless of his own volition. He didn't like being under the bonds of rage, to be candid, but he couldn't do much about it either. Every time someone pointed out how mad he looked, his vexation resurfaced and his anger was multiplied. When someone stated out the obvious; Gerard flew off the handle. He wasn't an aggressive guy. It just so happened that, with school being around the corner again, he got easily riled.

Fuck, his therapist wasn't to blame at all, even if he'd just taken it out on her. It was school. The damned system. Gerard had things he wanted to get on with before returning to the Netherworld, that's what enraged him the most.

Thank God, Dr. Piller had attained a decent level of tranquility when it came to her patient, Gerard Way; she knew him well...but that day was a minor exception. The woman had forgotten her afternoon coffee, which she usually gets before Gerard enters her office, and, honestly, who could blame her after that? She couldn't manage with a plaintive teenager that day, specifically that day. She knew that some would deem that very unprofessional of her, but there wasn't anything she could do. She just couldn't manage that day.

And Gerard was aware, he wasn't an idiot, he knew to observe.

Okay, even if he had somewhat of a little sympathy for his doctor, he didn't really have a say in this. He had to let his bellicosity overtake him, simply. Otherwise, he'd erupt like a volcano.

"Yes. Yes, one word, Gerard. How hard is it?" The unusual tone of her voice startled him. She covered her face with her palm and mumbled something to herself that Gerard hadn't been able to catch.

Her last name was always funny to him. Piller: how fucking ironic, considering, she's a doctor. Specifically his doctor for almost three years then, and for some strange reason, nothing ever changed on her. She always dressed elegantly, in office suits and used her expensive perfume. But well, as mentioned before, that day was a minor exception. Fatigue had imprinted its marks all over her that day. Gerard assumed she was going to quit her job soon; maybe go on vacation, lay back a little.

"You wouldn't know." He folded his arms sulkily and rested his back on the chair. An idea rose to his mind and he blatantly proposed it, "We have six minutes left. Can I go home now? I'm pretty busy. Y'know. Two days until school." 

"Gerard. You can't get rid of me that easily, you know, never gonna work," Dr. Piller said and rubbed her tired eyes, resisting the urge to yawn. Gerard smirked at the tiny smile that appeared on the corner of her lips; a tiny curl. Whenever that approximation of a smile made a scene, Gerard just had to gasp. He reckoned he should name it. Thou shalt be named 'Seldom', he thought in his head.

"Ha. You'd be surprised," Gerard insisted, his smirk upgrading into an ironic one. "And honestly, you can't expect me to still answer that question. It's been a while; time to change your methods. Don't you think? Describing my week in one word has gotten really tedious."