Gerard Way Imagines (REQUESTS OPEN!)

Disgraces

As I sit behind the building, cigarette in my hand, I hear loud, heavy footsteps.

Oh gosh, I think to myself. Just what I need.

It's not anyone who I'd have ever expected, though. Just Jeremy or Jared or something in my English class.

His bright red hair, oily and greasy, sticks out all over the place.

"Happen to have an extra?" he asks, his voice raspy and low.

I pull another cigarette out of my small box, handing him one and lighting it, too.

Jeremiah (or whatever his name is), takes a long drag of his poison and grins at me.

"What are you cutting?" he asks.

I stare down at my wrists. "If I had a knife, these." I display my already torn up forearms to him.

He shakes his head. "You're one of those emos?"

I gasp. "Whoever said I was emo?"

"I can tell."

He takes another drag of his cigarette.

"What's your name?" I ask.

He laughs. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"

Cringing at his Vine reference, I stare down. I can't help my blush. He's adorable and funny.

"Nah, it's Gerard," he says finally.

"Cool."

"I expect a reply from you. What's your name?"

"Y/N," I say.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You too, Gerard."

We sit there, smoking, cutting classes, for a good two hours.

I can't count how many cigarettes we had between the two of us.

The bell rings finally, dismissing everyone to go.

"I don't even know how they haven't found us yet," giggles Gerard.

"I know! Like, at least be a little concerned!"

We sit there, laughing for a few minutes, when my heart falls into my belly.

"Oh, dang, I'm going to get murdered," I confess.

"Why?" asks Gerard.

"If I'm not home on time, my mother will actually kill me, and my dad's just a scumbag and-"

Gerard sets his hands on my waist. Quite the advance.

"Y/N, it's alright. Just come home with me," he encourages.

I swallow really hard.

"I'm not sure..."

"Come on. It'll be fun."

Gerard links his left arm with my right and we start running away from the building.

After a little while, we're in a long section of grass.

I collapse, my lungs burning with nicotine and just sheer exhaustion.

"I met you like four hours ago, Y/N, and I think you're the one for me," says Gerard after a little while.

I make brief eye contact with him as my heart pounds faster and faster by the second.

"Really?"

"Yes."

I move a little closer to him as he shrugs his arm around my shoulder.

"Let's just run away," I suggest.

"And never come back?" questions Gerard.

"And never come back," I confirm.

He pets my hair lightly. "Okay."

"Okay."

A/N: Comment if you want a part two. I am genuinely so drained and I just wanted to post something so yeah, basically, this sucks and it's short so maybe there'll be a part two if anybody FrEAKinG cAREs