Finding a Way | Adopted by Gerard Way

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Okay, wait, don't get ahead of yourself, Eve. I've never had a crush on a guy, I've never been attracted to a guy before, but it could still happen. Maybe I don't even have a crush on Emerald. Maybe straight girls sometimes think, "Oh, I wonder what it'd be like to kiss that pretty girl?"

Why am I so scared? It's not like LGBT people are victims of hate, prejudice, discrimination— oh, wait.

But, also, I don't know how Gerard would react. He has the power to send me to some orphanage if he pleases. What if this would be the reason why?

Repress, repress, repress.

"Eve, you okay?" Oh, yeah. Emerald is still here.

"Huh? Yeah, of course," I smile.

"You were just... staring at nothing. It was kinda creepy."

"Sorry, I was thinking."

"What were you thinking about?" Em props herself up on her elbow and looks at me inquisitively.

I prop myself up in return, "I don't even remember now." More lies.

At that moment someone knocks on my door lightly. Em and I, about six inches apart from each other on my bed, jump up making that space now about three feet.

"Come in!" I call.

"Eve," Gerard pokes his head around the door, "are you still up for movie night? I can call the guys and tell them not to come this time if you're not feeling it today."

I can feel Emerald staring at me intently. I bet she's trying to convey a message to me without saying what she's thinking out loud, which is probably, "Please, please, please, Evelyn, say yes!" Still, I look at her to make sure and she nods slightly.

"Yeah, don't cancel." I tell him, smiling at Emerald because I can see the relief clear on her face.

Gee then turns to her, "Are you staying here overnight?" He asks.

"I don't know, can I?" She asks hopefully.

"'Course, if your parents are okay with it."

Her parents, we found out a short phone call later, were indeed okay with it. Even though she didn't have a change of clothes, her toothbrush, or anything one usually brings along with them for a sleepover. "It's just one night," She said with a shrug. "I'll survive."

She is so much more easy going than me. I can't help but wonder how she does it.

• • •

Emerald and I are still hanging out in my bedroom, this time discussing our favourite MCR songs, when I hear footsteps barreling up the stairs.

"Evelyn!" Frank bursts into my room, "What did they do to you!? Are you okay? I heard there was a lot of blood, did you pass out? You did, didn't you? Aw, shit, Eve. I'll kill that girl for you, okay?"

"Frankie! Calm down, I'm okay! She got suspended for three days." Damn, he seriously did look like he wanted to kill Charlotte. He could pack a lot of anger into that little body.

I get up and hug him as he asks incredulously, "Three days? That's it?"

"I mean, it could've been worse," I mumble. "She kicked me in the shin, and then in the face, and then in the ribs." My ribs still hurt terribly when I twist the wrong way.

"She what?" Both Frank and Emerald exclaim at the same time.

I look at her confused, "Em, I thought you said you heard what happened?"