Oh My God (Punk! Gerard x Reader) PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED (Prolly)

1: Yay, A Cliché Beginning

You unpack the last box that your stupid dad couldn't. He's too busy with your little sister, Hazel. You love her, but "Dad" never spends time with you anymore. You don't even consider him your father, and refuse to call him your father. He's just a guy named Richard who used to care about you.

"Are you excited for Addy's birthday party??" You can hear him asking her in the other room.

"YEAH!!!!" She screams, being an energetic five year old.

"We should get her a present!! Wanna do that today??" He asks her, in the same tone of voice that he used to use with you.

"YEAH!!!!!" You sigh, moving everything to your room upstairs. Richard didn't even notice that you have a job. He doesn't even speak to you, it's like you're not even there. The only way he acknowledges your existence if you're in trouble. You've grown to hate him.

You bet he wouldn't even notice the scars on your arms if you were to walk around the house without a sweater. The only reason you don't is because you're in a fairly local band, and you don't want them knowing either.

"Y/N!!!!!" How the hell does he remember your name?

"WHAT??!!!!!"

"DID YOU FINISH UNPACKING??!!!!"

"YEAH, NOW PISS OFF!!!! I'M GOING TO BE IN MY ROOM!!!!"

He just sighs.

"Daddy what does 'pis of' mean???" Hazel asks.

"Don't worry about it, honey. And don't EVER say it."

"Okay, daddy." She says, and they leave right fucking now. You've only been in this new house for about a week, but at least it's better than your other house.

Your biological dad left, and your mom died in a bank robbery. You're killing whoever shot her. You're also killing your biological dad for leaving you with a guy who's name means dick. You don't know how your mom married him. Richard was sweet, but now he's just a neglectful asshole.

At least it gives you good opportunities to sneak out. You're pretty sure that Richard doesn't even know that you have a job. You're surprised that you even spoke to him.

You don't speak to many people. Everyone thinks you're mute, so they don't bother talking to you. You don't even like talking, so you'll play along. At least it gets them to fuck off.

You lock the house and go out to work at your local entertainment store. All you do is just stock shit, and make sure that everything looks nice. It's actually pretty easy, and you hang out with your drummer in the back room. The pay is surprisingly good for a job like this, and could get you to college if you work overtime.

Anyway..........you walk to the store, and listen to music on your shift, only needing to come out a few times. When you're closing up, this guy walks up to the counter.

"Do you have any Metallica albums?" He asks, smoking a cigarette, exhaling a cloud that's too close for comfort. You've always hated how smoky they were.

This guy looks like some edgy asshole that you don't want to waste your time on, so you just point to the section where they are.

He leaves for a bit, leaving you hoping that he will leave.

Then, to your dismay, he comes back.

"I already have all of those albums. Are you sure there aren't any more in the back room or something?" He asks, eyeing you.

You just shake your head, shrugging your shoulders.

"Hmmm. How about you give me your number, so you can text me when there's something that I don't have??"

You just point to the sign, indicating that you're closing.

He walks out, annoyed.

Finally, you close shop and no one interrupts you.

He was looking like a snack. But since he was smoking in your space, you're going to start hating him.

"Hey y/n, was that your boyfriend?" Your friend, Ash asks, jokingly.

"No, that was some edgy hoe. He was smoking." You say, annoyed.

"Oh my god you're actually talking." You got mad at him a month ago and stopped talking to him. What did Ash do? He called your pug ugly.

"Yeah, I guess if Cthulhu can forgive you, then I can, too."

"Gee thanks. I feel honored."

"You should. I could've stopped talking to you altogether."

"True. You ARE pretty stubborn. So, how's it going with your dad?"

"I don't have a dad."

"How's it going with Richard?"

"I hate him so much. He's taking Hazel to some girl's birthday party and he yelled at me. He also made me unpack everything and I'm STILL not finished. I just decided to go to work. Anywhere but that house is my home."

"Hey, I'll help you unpack everything. It must be hard moving."

"The thing is that I don't know WHY we moved. It's only a thirty minute drive from the old house to this one."

"Well at least you moved during a new school year. You won't be the dreaded new kid."

"There IS that." You let out a small sigh of relief.

"So, you gonna take me up in that offer?"

"Are you sure? There's so many things to do."

"You've been my friend since the third grade. I kinda feel like I owe you."

"Well let's go, then."