They Say God Loves You (Gerard Way x Reader)

Don't Steal Your Parent's Jagermeister, Kids.

RAY'S POV

Gerard Way is a hoodlum. A no-good, dirty, lice-infested punk and he'd never have it any other way. I don't even think I've ever known him any other way.

The first day I met Gerard I was nine years old, and had just moved in to our neighborhood. The average nervousness overtook me, being in a new school, new neighborhood, and a new part of town. I had been avoiding talking to any of the other kids for a few weeks, but I did watch them from my window as they rode bikes and played games in their yards. A boy with dark brown hair in a shaggy haircut always waved at me when I watched from my living room, and I would smile and wave back. He always seemed like a lot of fun; lots of friends to play with, which was a far cry from my action figures.

One morning, there was a furious knocking on our front door. I went to open it, and there stood the boy, hair all in his eyes and shoes untied. "Hi! I'm Gerard!" He grinned at me, showing off a few missing teeth. "Wanna come play with us? It's basketball, do you like that?"

I nodded, body still mostly concealed by the door. "I have to ask my mom first."

"Okay." He smiled. I closed the door and sprinted upstairs to ask my mom. Once she complied I sprinted back down and ripped open the door. "Well?" Gerard asked.

"She said okay." I stated, and ran out the door with Gerard. Once we were at the end of my driveway, I felt it necessary to introduce myself. "I'm Ray, by the way."

"Oh that's a cool name! Like a ray gun!" Gerard led me across the street to his house, where a group of boys our age were playing keep-away from a much smaller boy. "Hey!" Gerard yelled, stomping up to them and shoving one roughly aside. "Didn't anybody ever tell you not to pick on people littler than you! That's not nice!" The other boys backed away, and the basketball rolled into the grass.

The boy who was shoved shoved Gerard right back. "He's just your dumb brother, what do you care? I bet you do the same while we're not looking, anyway!"

"No I don't, and he's not dumb!" Gerard pushed the kid again, this time looking to start a fight. "You're the dumb one Pete! You can't even do adding and subtracting, you're so stupid!" Pete ran at Gerard, knocking him to the ground and sending them both tumbling onto the grass. Before Pete could get up, Gerard kicked him in between the legs, rendering Pete keeling on the ground. "If you wanna play with us, don't ever say another mean thing about my brother again!"

"Okay!" Pete croaked, slowly rising to his knees. His head was hung low, and he hobbled down the street, then gained his strength and ran.

Gerard turned to the others, who stood silently staring at the sight of their friends fighting. "What are you all looking at? Get outta here!" He waved his arms and the boys took off on foot and bicycle, clearing out before they could become Gerard's next victim. Once they had all left, Gerard knelt down to his brother and helped him up. "They didn't hurt you did they?"

"They pushed me down," The younger answered. "But I'm alright."

"They're just dickheads, don't listen to them." I widened my eyes and made a sharp intake. This boy had just sworn right out in the open! Gerard heard me and turned around. "You're not gonna tell anyone I said that, right?"

"Uh, no." I answered.

"Good." He pointed to the little boy. "This is my brother, Mikey. Say hi, Mikey."

Mikey grinned and waved at me. "Hi, I'm only two years younger than Gee, I'm seven!"

"Cool." I said, nodding.

Gerard and I hung out every day that summer, and then spent every recess together at school. Mikey liked to tag along, but Gerard never seemed to mind. In fact, he was always viciously protective of him. I often wonder when he lost this unwavering commitment to his brother, and why. Did he abandon morality, or did morality abandon him first? When we were fourteen, Gerard approached me about starting this 'gang.' I didn't care for it much, but he wanted someone tall and I had nothing better to do, so thus I became a founding member of the Killjoys.

I recounted these memories as I stood on Gerard's front porch on Saturday. It was eight-thirty in the morning, exactly when he had asked me to be at his house. Mrs. Way welcomed me in and let me know that Gerard was still asleep, but I was welcome to wake him up, and would I like something to eat? I thanked her for the strip of bacon and headed down to Gerard's bedroom.

The Nightmare Prince was half-fallen out of his bed, Star Wars pajama pants twisted and bunched up on his legs. "Gerard!" I barked, hitting the wall. He jolted awake and finished falling out of bed, now tangled in sheets.

"What?!" He yelled, scrambling to free himself.

"We're supposed to hang today." I said, leaning against the door frame. "You told me to meet you here at 8:30. It's now eight-forty-five, and you're still in your pajamas."

"Well sorry man." He grumbled, now yanking off his pants. "I guess I forgot or something. Hey, hand me those pants." I tossed him the black skinny jeans he pointed at and crossed my arms.

"Your mom made pancakes, they're really good. Mikey's already out eating, I think, so if we hurry we can still have food." I tapped my foot in an effort to get him to speed up. He nodded and hastily dressed himself, then walked past me to the kitchen.

"Thank's mom!" Gerard called as we entered the kitchen. He opened two ziploc bags and handed one to me. "Just take what you want, we gotta leave soon."

Mikey was already waiting in the backseat of the van when we arrived. "So what are we doing today?" He asked.

"We gotta go get Frank, then we're gonna go get Y/n." Gerard pulled onto the road quickly. I guess I understood his interest in Y/n. She was somewhat like him, from what I could tell: charismatic and charming to a seemingly sociopathic scale, strong-willed, and an aesthetically edgy presence. What I wondered was what Y/n saw in Gerard. She clearly knew the influence she had over him, and over everyone around her. She didn't need Gerard, she could've made her way by herself. Of course, having Gerard around does help out from time to time.

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"I'll do it Gerard! I mean it!" Frank was currently at the top of the abandoned church building, arms outstretched and threatening to jump.

"C'mon Frankie, don't be a baby! Come down!" Gerard was standing a few feet away on the ground, trying to coax Frank down. "You're gonna ruin the whole day!"

"I don't give a shit!" He screamed. "I hate you and your stupid hair too!"

There was a tap on my shoulder, and I turned to see Y/n, out of breath. "What the hell is going on?" She asked.

"Frank's threatening suicide." I said, shoving my hands in my pockets. "He stole his parent's jagermeister and now we're here."

"Ah, tight." She said, folding her arms. "What got him so upset though?"

"Not really sure, I think it was-"

"Y/n! Look how high up I am!" Frank yelled from his perch.

"That's very cool Frank!" Y/n called back. "Tell me, what got you up there?"

"Uh..." Frank looked around, confused and unsure. "I uh...don't really remember anymore."

"Well, can you come down before you hurt yourself?" She smiled up at him. "Please Frank?"

"Um...okay." Frank nodded. "Gimme a minute." Frank eventually found his way down to the ground and ran over to hug Y/n. "Did you see me? That was so cool!"

"Yeah, it was cool, but maybe next time, lets not climb up to places that are gonna hurt us, okay?"

"Okay." Frank pulled Gerard up next to all of us and hugged him tightly. "He's my best friend, did you know that? My very bestest buddy, and I want you to know:" He pointed his words at Y/n, yet still slurred them. "That if you hurt him, I don't care that you're a girl, I will still cut the brakes on your car."

"Um, alright. Good to know Frankie." Y/n laughed and tousled his hair, earning a drunken giggle from Frank.

"Awesome!" Frank released Gerard and clapped his hands. "Now that we're all on the same page, kiss!"

Awesome.