Gifs are involved; if they have a concert setting, please act as if it would fit with this. Also, pretend his hair is like it was for danger days in all of them please. ———— I tightened my grip on my sleeve, walking home knowing the high school plastics were following was never the best feeling. I sighed, the scene, emo, gothic, or whatever they called me this morning is about to get beat up by the popular, plastic, two-faced cheerleaders. But what's new about that? Absolutely nothing.
See, I've never done anything for them to hate me. I've always been in the back of the class doodling, occasionally getting called on when the teachers thought I wasn't paying attention. But, at the beginning of the year, I got sat next to the most popular bad-boy in my entire district.
Gerard Way. He was a bit of an overconfident idiot. But recently, he's actually been way nicer to people.
But did I ask to get put next to him? no.
But, as of right now, he's actually been my friend. Well, what he thinks is being my friend. He drags me to sit with him a couple other people named Ray and Mikey. As far as I know Mikey's his brother but that's all I know.
"Hey! Y/n!" The devil himself shouts, making me flinch. If only he knew why I was being so quick.
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If only he knew that being his friend had costed me so much. But in all honesty, I was happy to be his friend. I had a person who actually cared about me. But at the same time, there was still a part of me that hated him. As much as I hate myself for being able to say that, it's true.
"Oh, hey Gee!" I call, throwing out a nickname I gave him so he'd believe I truly wanted to be his friend. Which I do, I just have my moments.
"What's up? You seem to be in a rush.." he notices, running a hand through his bright red hair. He dyes it quite frequently. I've noticed.
He looks back at the group of plastics, slowly piecing the situation together.
Gerard may not let it show, and despite his belief, he's incredibly smart. Anyone can see it, anyone but him. He's extremely talented as well, but he chooses to ignore when I tell him the truth.
"Whats going on? And don't leave out any details sweetheart. Do they mess with you?" I couldn't even look at him, so I settle with rolling my eyes and nodding my head.
"From time to time." I admit, not even daring to say the word everyday.
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"Seriously?" He questions, putting his arm around me like he's done all this week.
I shrug in response, kicking a pebble. The rest of our walk was silent, and I'd look at him from time to time. He was always looking at the sidewalk, looking at the leaves we walked past.
At this point, I have no clue where we're going. I just know, my house is the opposite direction. I stared at my feet as we walked, stepping on leaves I thought would make a satisfying crunch. A few failed, but most were satisfying enough.
Oh, we're going to his house. Alrighty I guess. Time to meet his family? I mean, he's already met mine, so I guess it's my turn.
He leads me up a driveway, letting his arm fall off my shoulder. He opens the front door, and motions for me to enter, so I do. I don't even get more than an inch before Gerard's arm is around me. And this time, I don't mind it. I follow him to a door, which is partially open, before he actually says anything.
"This is my room," He informs, pushing the door the rest of the way open.
It was pretty neat, still a mess, but you could see he at least tried to organize occasionally. Music posters lined the walls, artwork was scattered across the floor. It was like a beautiful mess. You could easily tell he had everything where he wanted. There was a huge circle, which you could tell had been clean for weeks.
"Mikey had some sorta' club to stay after for, and my mom's gonna be home in about, 5-10 minutes." He says, making me smile. "What?"
"Nothing," I reply, maybe a little to defensively. "I swear."
Maybe if he didn't start tickling me, I would have said a tiny sorry. But no, he had to tickle me, making me drop to the ground, bringing him down with me.
"Nope!" I exclaim, laughing to much for it be noticeable.
We're both laughing until we hear a door open.
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"Gerard?" A female voice calls as his bedroom door creaks open. She looks around, and as she goes to turn around she sees us. "Oh."
"Hi Mom.." He says from behind me.
See, this is when I notice how awkward this is, for all of us. Mrs. Way walks in after he froze with his arms around my waist, both of us were laughing, and not to mention Gerard and I are on the ground.
"This is y/n." He introduces me to his mother, so I give a slight wave.
"Hi." I manage, smiling slightly.
"Hi! My name's Donna, I'm Gerard and Mikey's mother." She States, But that was slightly obvious. "I'll be in the kitchen."
She shut the door behind her, and that was the end of the conversation with Mrs. Way.
"That's like, her monotone response to pretty much ever meeting a new person." Gerard explains.
"That's not nice!" I state, slighting hitting his arm.
"So?" He questions, and I can tell he's still smiling. "Neither is she!"
I crawl slightly so I can face him, and yup. He's still smiling.
"Question, why'd you being me here?" I ask, making him shrug.
"I don't know, thought it was better knowing.." he got quieter as he rambled, making it impossible for me to understand him.
I shrug it off, feeling no need to ask again.
——————————————————————— A.N. THERE WILL BE A PART TO FOR THIS; I couldn't bring myself to write any more on this one chapter. Sorry, I haven't been the most active on here. I'll try to post more. I'll see you in the next chapter, bye guys.
