Disbelief in Death [Gerard Way x Reader]

Chapter 12: Esplanade

"Hello?"

The static noises subsides. No more crying noise. No more agony, but anxiety takes over the lead seat. You both exchange glances, filled with vexation. Suddenly there's an outbreak of sound from the speaker.

"Oh hi! Is there (Y/N)?"

Gerard's voice emerges. You both give out sighs of relief. Then, you go to Ray so you can hear Gee better. You greet him with a simple yet warm welcome. Ray looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion. You give him a nudge in his arms and rest your chin in your shoulder.

"Why are you calling us in this hour?"

Ray gives him a question. There's a moment silence. Following that, there rustling audio. Presumably, there's Mikey in the background. You think that they're discussing something. You look at Ray whose arms are crossed. You focus your perspective at the white phone.

"Why do you answer it?"

"Fair point"

"And better yet me and (Y/N) had just arrived"

You nod to Ray. You give him a justified look and he just gives a straight face (but something isn't :'))))

"Also, how did you get our number?"

"(Y/N) told me to exchange with my number"

Ray looks at you with no surprise. You just shrug while grinning broadly.

"Oh yeah, can you guys meet us at the park at 1?"

"Sure, we don't have anything on the agenda"

"Nice!"

"But why though-"

They hang up the phone. A beeping noise came after and Ray put the phone back to its original stand. You yawn. Immediately, Ray picks you up bridal style to your room. But you promised to keep silent every time he picks you up. You crossed your arms and pout your mouth. Such a kid you are. You both entered your room and Ray plummet you down.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Ray"

"I know"

Ray pets you on the head and waves you goodbye. Another day to pass by visiting the oblivion realm where some dreams are left there to face reality itself.

[Time Skip-9:13, Sunday]

"Meow"

(Y/P/N) barges in to the your room through the window and jumps on to you softly. It goes to your face and sits on it. You smell it's behind, HELL NAH MATE. You push it to the side and hiss off your cat. It goes near the window and jumps out to freedom. You sit and lean to the bed post in a perfect 90 degrees angle.

A sharp pain hits you like a truck. Your head feels like you've been stabbed with a blunt yet sharp Bamboo for fighting your country's independence and freedom. You decided to take an aspirin to ease out the pain that is conveniently in your nightstand. Meanwhile, you smell a very familiar scent.

"Breakfast!"

You shout. Ray laughs loudly until his voice is heard by you. You put on a sweatshirt over an 'Iron Maiden' shirt for its function as a pajamas you wore every now or then. You rush over to him but you opened the door first. The scent is getting stronger and stronger. It's like the scent of cinnamon.

"What's for breakfast?"

You ask Ray with enthusiasm. He serves you an empty plate and cutleries. But you usually do this for yourself, and this day is special. You thank him with your skill at sign language. He plummets down your food to the plate. Your favorite food serve nice and (cold/fresh).

"Nice! And thanks big bro!"

"Your welcome, lil sis"

You take the first bite. 'Scrumptious' nothing beats Ray's cooking skill and his 'top-notch' brain. But one could argue he's just an amateur. Alas you say he is amazing and stellar.

"Wanna go to The Ways now?"

"It's not one yet"

[Mikey's P.O.V]

I'm awake by the sound of the alarm. The sound corrupts the surrounding's silence. It hurts to my ear too. Well I'm better of listening to some bass tracks. Not knowing something will happen, I go back to sleep. Then, five minutes later,

"Mikey, wake up!"

"Already did, Gee"

"Then, come out!"

"I'm gay!"

"That's not what I meant! And I already know! And I support you!"

I grab my jacket and head out. I need a moment to stand as straight as possible, not to look like a drunk man. My eyes still focusing after a deep slumber. But to hard to keep it stable considering that yesterday was a tough one and I slept a few hour after Gee went home with- OH WAIT IT'S TODAY. I climb downstairs and sit in the couch next to Gerard that's drinking coffee.

"Gee, It's today"

Immediately, he spits back the coffee he drank. Like a typical clique in a cartoon movie to indicate much surprise from an inconvenient news or plot.

"That's gross"

"It's better than spitting out shit"

"True. Then, how do we do this?"

"Let's go now, with the supplies"

I grab the basket with a piece of cloth sticking through. I hope this goes as we planned. My heart is beating out of the chest now. My anxiety fly back to see once more before it goes back to the depths of my dark, beautifully crafted mind. I shove down a letter and Gerard did it too. Gerard open his mouth and say,

"I take the bridge, you take near the lake, got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

We go outside and start running to the park.

Okay,

I'm sorry for the long hiatus. I need to improve my writing skills first before I touch this story again. I also need a time to think what will be the plot of the story because I keep changing the concept. By the way, this is also posted one day before 22nd March because I want to prepare myself. For your information, I am working on chapter 13 ;) I promise you that chapter will be delivered in your doorstep after I stopped being an emotional wreck for tomorrow.

Well, that's what I'm going to say and see ya!