Frerard Stories

One time.

I was alone in the schools music room. It was cozy with a lot of instruments and speakers. The music teacher always had the door unlocked so anyone could come and make music whenever they wanted.

I sat in the big couch with a guitar on my knees. Sometimes I let my fingers dance over the strings. Small, improvised melodies wandered out and filled the air. Suddenly, they mixed together with a voice.

"But does anyone notice? But does anyone care?"

I stopped playing because behind me was Gerard Way. Mikey Way's older brother. With his red hair and a misfits t-shirt.

"Keep playing. I liked the chords." He smiled.

I shrugged and started again with the same chords as last time.

"And if I had the guts. To put this to your head. But would anything matter, if you're already dead?"

He sat down beside me. We were about five inches apart. A space loaded with emotions from the last time we saw each other. But we swore to never speak about that again.

"And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger. Your eyes vacant and stained."

I did some kind of outro and then looked up at him.

"Your voice is amazing." I said shyly. Suddenly, he wasn't just Mikey's brother anymore.

"Thanks." I could see him blush. A light pink color spread on his cheeks. I put away my guitar, placed it on the floor, leaning on the couch.

I had to hold back a chuckle. He was so cute when he blushed. As I fought back the small laugh he moved closer. He put his hand over mine and intertwined our fingers.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Seeing if we fit together." I looked at our fingers and became worried. What if he didn't think so? What if we were supposed to forget the last time and never think about it again?

He leaned closer, as if he looked at it, and our foreheads collided. Some of my hair hung in front of my eyes and I saw it together with his. Black and red.

"Do we fit together?" It was barely a whisper.

He turned towards me and smiled.

"Yeah."

The breath of his words on my lips together with his mouth in a split second. A soft kiss in the beginning. Then deeper.

My fingers tugging at his red hair and his fingers on my cheeks, back and legs.

"Taste so good." I heard him sigh.

He moved down to my jawline. Placing kisses over it and my neck. He swung one leg over me and sat down on my knees. He was heavy, but I didn't care since he was going down my neck. He sucked gently at the skin.

I leaned back and held back a moan.

"We're in school." I whispered and softly pushed him off me.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. It's your fault for being so hot when you play."

He told me I was hot. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there and buried my face in my hands, trying to hide the blush. I stared at our shoes. He had sneakers I had combat boots. My fingers were already missing the feeling of his hair and my lips were missing the touch of his.

I was the one that ended our kiss/making out, but now I slightly regretted it. But kissing your best friend's brother isn't good for the friendship. On the other hand, kissing someone could be good for the relationship with that person.

He got up and walked towards the door.

Before he opened it, he turned around and smiled. He put his hand over his lips and blew me a kiss. That sassy bastard.

He slipped out through the door and I realized that this wasn't a one-time anymore. 

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Hi frens

How are you doing??

Hopefully good

I think that this is one of my favourite stories so far

Idk why

Anyhow:

Stay alive

/Ryan