Imagine (MCR short fanfic stories)

Halloween

Imagine (Your POV)

You walk along the streets, kids shouting and running to the houses across the street. The dark air cuts into your skin, and you pull your Party Poison jacket closer to you. You're dyed red hair kept falling in your eyes, and you could barely see the street in the dim light of the street lights and jack o' lanterns. You were getting tired, and your friends were already ahead of you at the next house. You kicked some leaves as you hurried down the street to where your friends were. You climbed up the steps, your legs aching from walking house to house for 3 hours straight. As you neared the door, you recognized a green leather couch, and a British flag inside of the house. "Huh." You murmured out loud. "Trick or treat!" You said when you reached the bright door. You picked your head up, and found yourself looking into big hazel eyes. You looked the man up and down, and then your heat stopped beating. Gerard Way was standing in front of you, tomato colored hair and all. You let out a strange screech as you stepped back a bit to take it in. You watched as he looked you up and down as well, smiling when he saw your costume. "Party Poison." He said, his eyes looking a bit brighter. "You put that costume together nicely, good job!" Your voice shook as you answered "Thank...you." GERARD WAY HAD JUST COMPLIMENTED YOU. "Would you like to come inside?" He said, doing the little thing with his lip, as if he was holding a cigarette in his mouth. "Of course!" You answered a bit too fast...

You followed him inside, your heart beating faster than the first time you listened to Destroya (;3). As the door closed behind you, you noticed there was a figure sitting on the couch, his jeans had holes in each knee. Your breath hitched and you felt your vision go blurry for a few seconds.

“Fr..a..nk?”

He smirked at you, eyes gleaming. “I sure am. And who is this fine lady/gentleman, Gee?”

“I actually haven’t asked her/him yet, what is your name?” 

“Y/N” You spit out, and then quickly cover your mouth, realizing you just spit all over Gerard’s couch. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You rapidly declare.

“Haha, it’s fine!” Gerard smiles at you, teeth and all, and you instantly feel better. “Do you guys want a coffee or something?”

“Sure!” You answer in unison with Frank.

He smiles at you, and you have to keep yourself from blushing the color of Gerard’s hair.

“I really like your costume, but it would be even more awesome if it was Fun Ghoul.” He winks at you.

You giggle, and respond with a shy “Sorry”

“So, you’re a fan of MCR?” He looks at you, a bit more serious than before and you feel a little uncomfortable. He notices your discomfort, and he puts his arm around you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just… I miss it a lot.” You look back up at him, and see his eyes are shining, and it looks as if he’s crying. “I miss you guys a lot.” You murmur, as tears start to fall from your already red eyes. He pulls you into a hug, and his warm body helps relax you. 

After five minutes of hugging, you hear Gerard’s footsteps, and you instantly start to brush the tears from your eyes. But, Gerard comes a bit too early.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is a bit shaky, and you start to suspect that he heard your conversation with Frank.

“Nothing…” You say, and shrink into the couch. Gerard instantly gets up and grabs the phone. 

“What are you doing?” Frank gets up and walks over.

“Shhh!” Gerard hisses at him, as he dials a number.

“Come over, now!” He yelps into the phone. 

“What the hell?” Frank glares at Gerard.

Gerard plops on the couch next to you, and doesn’t say a single word. You all sit in silence for about 10 minutes, when you hear the doorbell ring. Gerard bolts up, and quickly opens the door. You feel as if the world has stopped, as Ray and Mikey walk through his door. Your jaw drops, and you can feel the air pressuring against your body. They both smile at you, and say a few words to Gerard that you can’t understand. “That’s Y/N.” you hear Gerard say as you slowly come back to reality. 

“Alright, everyone please sit down.” Gerard says, a mischievous-looking smirk playing across his lips. “Do you remember March 22, 2013?”

“Yes!” you blurt out, and you feel your heart hitch in your throat, as you remember it was the day MCR announced their breakup. 

“That was the day that we announced our breakup.” He says, a smile forming.

“Well, I’d also like to make another date famous, but for another reason. I want us to get back together.”

Frank’s eyes immediately light up, and he starts to jump around the room like an excited puppy. You screech and run to hug Gerard, and then pull away, feeling awkward. But he pulls you right back in, and gives you the best hug you could possibly dream of. “And I would like Y/N to get credit for giving me the thought. And maybe you could help with some songs?” He blurts.

“FUCK YES!” You scream.