Run Away With Me (Gerard and Lindsey Way AU)

Makedamnsure

Today was the first day of school. I can honestly already tell that this year is going to be miserable. The only thing making me want to keep coming was him.

He was a tall, black haired kid in my art class. I hadn't gotten a chance to speak to him, not even learn his name, but I had fallen in love with him. He was drawing a picture in the back of the class, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth a little, his breathing steady. Every so often he would look up at the clock, and gaze at a few students before going back to his work.

Once or twice I had caught his gaze on me. I looked up and he was smirking at me, so I tucked a lock of hair behind my hair, supposing he was sizing me up.

For the rest of the period, I would look at him every so often, making sure he was still there. He sat alone at a table in the back of the room, with a window just behind him. Sometimes I would find him staring out of the window, and then go back to his art. Someday I wish I could see his work.

He wore a grey faded band shirt, the shirt so faded that I couldn't identify who the band was. He wore black skinny jeans and converse. His hair was long and black, clearly hadn't been washed in quite a while. He had dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in years. His hands looked dry and worn, and he kept his arms on the table.

He looked sad, he constantly frowned at his paper before erasing something, clearly disappointed in his work. But I bet it was amazing. I would like to draw him someday.

He was such a magnificent person to draw, all of his features were very defined and he was generally easy to read. He looked like he'd been hurt by someone before. I wished I could fix him, make him feel special again.

And I decided that that was exactly what I'd do. Fix him. Love him. It wouldn't be hard, he seemed like such a genuine person who wanted to be loved and wanted to appreciate the life he had been given, but has been hurt too many times to do so. I loved him.