Demolition Lovers (A Gerard Way Story)

Chapter Four; Friends at First Sight

I couldn't believe it. Something inside of me fluttered. That's never happened...ever. Must be the lack of sleep....yup, that's it. I kept looking at the person I assumed I was going to be living with for the next three months, and I was really starting to take in appearance. His hair was shaggy, and it looked like he hadn't showered yet. Which, I hadn't either, so who am I to judge. His eyes were still guarded, but there seemed to be more flex of green in them than brown. So lovely. Wait....lovely? What the hell is wrong with me? Moving on, he was wearing grey ripped jeans, with tattered converse, and a Misfits t-shirt. I must say, man has good taste in music. He kept staring at me as if I was some unknown creature, and I felt as if I was under scientific study, (microscope and whatnot). I had already turned off my stereo so we could talk, with out having to yell. 

"Ummm....so hi?" 

I didn't know what else to say, but when I did speak his eyes bugged out, like he was lost in thought...until I brought him back down. As if a girl as never talked to him before. Which judging by how he acts, and dresses that could be true. I mean, he could be just like me...constantly bullied throughout his whole high school career, and the only time a girl would talk to him was to insult him. If that's the case, well hell...I know the feeling all to well.

"Umm, hi. You must be my new roommate. I'm Gerard. Gerard Way."

I stood up, and walked over to Gerard. Gerard, what a nice name. It suited him. He was around the height I thought he would be, if not a tad taller. Maybe 5'11, but that'd be pushing it. I stuck my hand out, and he grabbed it. I wasn't expecting a humming sensation to flow through me, but it was there. But what does it mean? I shook it off, like I do everything.

"I'm Kayla, Kayla Mason. It's nice to meet you."

"Same here. I guess we're roomies?"

"Seems like it, so tell me Gerard, what are you here for?"

"Vocals, it's a guilty pleasure of mine. You?"

"Drums. But I kinda do everything. Like a 'Jaqueline of all Trades'."

He chuckled, I think I'm going to like having him as a roommate. That is if he's as awesome and laid back as I think he is. 

"Nice."

"Thanks, so....do you need help unloading your things? I've finished my room. I could help with yours if you want?"

"Actually I've been here for the past two hours getting my room set up, you were just too lost in your book, and the music was so loud you probably didn't hear me. Thanks for the offer though."

"Oh sorry, when I'm by myself I tend to blast music so I don't feel so alone."

"Oh, that's not a problem, I like loud music too. It keeps the demons out of my head."

I wasn't going to ask him to elaborate. We had only just met, and that would seem intrusive. I simply nodded in understanding, because I did. If his mind was anything like mine, then it was a dark and depressing place. I'd rather be anywhere but inside my head. And as I looked him in the eyes, I could tell he did too. It's weird, I had only spoken a few sentences to him, but I felt as if I'd known him forever. Maybe it was the similarities, the common interests that were so apparent, or something else that I just couldn't put my finger on. Eh, maybe he would be someone I would just click with. Maybe even become friends with. Now wouldn't that be something?

"So...uh, Gerard, what do you like to do for fun?"

I mentally slapped myself, but honestly...what else could I ask? These are questions that are used to get to know someone right? And I wanted to get to know my roommate. It just sounded so stupid, 'what do you do for fun?' might as well ask what his favorite color is. And I knew I sounded like a moron when he started laughing. Oh jeez.