Just because Gerard Way is dead, doesn't mean he is gone.... he's still roaming around his home waiting for someone to walk through that door...anyone. For something to happen....anything. He's lonely, he has been for so long now. His family, and friends locked up his house, before moving on with their lives, leaving him trapped in his house, a spectral prisoner in a time capsule of his life. Ellie is on the run. With nowhere to go, she texts a friend of hers for help. He thinks he knows a place she might be able to stay. She would only need to keep the place from falling apart since it has been empty for so long.

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)