Verity's Little Book of Horrors, I Mean, Oneshots

We Can Steal This Car if Your Folks Don't Mind~ *Gerard Way X Reader*

I was currently in my room, sitting on my bed with math spread out all around, trying to figure out how I got -36 in this problem. I mean, it was right, but I don't get how I got it. I must have done the math wrong or something. I snuck a glance at the clock and it displayed a bright red 10:36. I groaned and flopped onto my bed. He should be here now. Why wasn't he here? He was always here at 10:30, exactly, on the dot without fail.

Until tonight.

I rolled over and looked at my clock. It turned to 37 and I sighed again. Where. Is. He? I was about to shut off my light, to let him know that I wasn't going out tonight when I heard something hit my window. I rolled my eyes. So cliché.

Walking over to my window, I opened it and called out softly into the night, "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?"

"Shut up and get down here." He demanded. I set him a bored expression before climbing out of my window and sitting on the roof. I shouldn't expect better treatment from the school jerk.

"You're late," I observed, arms folded over my chest.

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Are you coming or not?"

"Why should I?" I growled. "Not only are you late but you're being annoying. I was just about to go to sleep when you decided to act like a teen heartthrob and throw rocks at my window. You're lucky none of them broke it."

His hands balled into fists and his sneer darkened. "Get down here. Now."

I gave a sarcastic smile. "Say please."

"No."

"Night G. See ya Monday."

"Please."

I smiled, triumphant. "Was that so hard?"

"Yes, now hurry up before I change my mind." He took a long drag of his cigarette.

I gleefully climbed down the trellis. I walked up to him, grabbed his cigarette, and stomped it out on the ground. "There. Much better."

He rolled his eyes. "You always know what's best for me." He replied sarcastically.

"Yes, I do." I kissed his cheek and chuckled at his blush. No matter what, I would never fail to make him blush when I kissed or hugged him. "Now come on. Let's go for a ride."

As I turned away, he grabbed my wrist. "About that..." He trailed off.

I gave him a confused look. "What?" I asked, suspicious.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I uh, totaled my bike."

"WHAT?" I shouted before covering my mouth. I looked to see if I could see my parent's bedroom light turn on, and after waiting a nerve-wracking three minutes, breathed a sigh of relief when it remained dark. "What do you mean you totaled your bike?" I hissed.

He held up his hands in defense. "Look, this stupid moron decided, 'Hey, let's back into this really nice and restored bike and smash to bits! That'll be fun, right?' Anyways, I took it into the garage and Nathalie said I wouldn't get it back for another week if she works on it all day every day."

"Dang," I whispered and blew my bangs out of my eyes. "Well, it was your fault for parking there."

Before he could stop himself, his jaw hit the floor. "What?!" He exclaimed. "It is NOT my fault!"

I giggled before punching him in the shoulder. "I was just teasing, silly."

He rolled his eyes. "Stupid."

"So," I tried to break the silence. "What now? You came all this way for...what exactly?"

He gave a nervous chuckle. "I don't really know why I came here. I just did." He then snapped his fingers. "But I have an idea."

My eyes widened as he grabbed my hand again and pulled me around to the front of the house and to the garage. I typed in the code after he gestured for me to open it and he pointed to my mom's car.

I gave a confused look. "What about my mom's car?"

"We can steal this car if your folks don't mind." He explained, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

I huffed in disbelief. "And why are we doing this?"

"Because I don't have my bike and you want to go for a ride!" He pointed out.

"How?" I whispered.

He gave a devious smile. "Don't you remember I know how to hotwire? I can have this baby up and running with time to spare. We just gotta push it onto the street and I'll start her up. We'll hit the town until five and you'll be back in time for breakfast, with no one the wiser."

I'll admit, his plan was pretty fool-proof. However, one part tipped me off. "I'm not that strong Geegee. You know that!" I whined.

He rolled his eyes. "No duh, dearheart. That's why you'll be in the car and steering it out into the street. Think you can do that?"

I sneered. "Yes. I can do that."

"Good, now get in." I opened the door and took off the emergency break my mom always put on for some reason. As Gerard started to roll it out of the garage, I steered skillfully onto the road. When we were ready to go, Gerard switched places with me and I got in on the other side. He hotwired her car and we were off like a bullet. We hit all over usual stops like the doughnut shop and Joey's Music Store [which he always kept open for us so we could jam].

Finally, we ended at the park, were we usually lay on the dew-soaked ground and stargaze. However, since we had my mom's car, we got up on the roof and sat there, hands entwined.

"Glad we can keep the tradition alive." I mused to myself mainly. "Especially with you going to college next year."

"If I go to college next year." He muttered angrily.

I looked at him confused. "What do you mean if?"

"I don't know. I don't think I'm made for college. However, society is pressuring me to go. I know my parents won't care, but I know my friends and employers will think of me as a lesser."

"I wouldn't," I whispered.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you wouldn't. You're a sweetheart. Everyone likes you and no one expects you to change yourself. Everyone wants me to become something more than I am and I have all this pressure and I don't think I can handle it."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up again. "What do you want to do when you grow up?"

He looked at me as if he was seeing me, the real me, for the first time. He then broke into the first real smile I had ever seen from him. "I wanna be a musician or a comic book artist. I don't care which one, as long as I'm having fun and doing what I want."

I smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "I think you'd make a great musician or comic book artist. College or not."

His smile got bigger and brighter. "Thank you so much, Y/n."

I kissed his lips. "You're welcome Geegee." I yawned and cuddled into his chest. I could feel how startled he was. "Nighty night night night."

He wrapped his arms around me. "Night night, sweet Y/n."

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