Summary: There is a new girl at Hawkins and Dustin will do anything to make sure Eddie doesn't find out.
Warnings: slight sexual innuendos, cursing, mentions of drugs. Y/N is described!
A/N: Hi! This is the first time I have written a fic in a while but I hope you enjoy it! Depending on the feedback I get from this I might write more :) FYI perspectives in this story will change and will be indicated by: --
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Dustin had always been one to have his friends' best interests in mind. He might have overstepped boundaries at times but he knew what was best for him and his friends. Even though Eddie was several years older than him, he still knew that the last thing Eddie needed in his life was a girlfriend. What if he started hanging out with her and Hellfire stopped existing? What would happen with his band? Everything would go to shit because some girl would grab his attention for 2 seconds.
Dustin found himself every morning before school sitting in the back of Eddie's van with the back doors open. Eddie let them sit in the back and read comics while he would perform his drug deals for the kids who had extracurricular activities after school. Dustin looked up from his X-Men to observe a car he had never seen before. Strange, but not uncommon to see until he saw a figure he had never seen before.
She dawned a black denim jacket adorned with several Metal and Punk bands that Dustin would not be able to recognize but had seen in Eddie's vast cassette collection. Her legs were barely covered by a short red plaid schoolgirl skirt and her chest was wrapped in a Sex Pistols T-shirt. She was bending down to seemingly grab her backpack from her backseat and several football douchebags whistled at the response of seeing her backside. This did not catch her attention though as she quickly grabbed her backpack and placed it on the roof of her car. She glanced at Dustin and he felt himself gulp. Fuck- He was staring at Eddie's dream girl. He frequently heard Eddie go on tangents that no girl in Hawkins had the same interests as him. Now he proved himself wrong- Dustin could prove it with his own eyes. Not only did she have his style but she had a pretty face similar to that of one of the girls from one of Eddie's porn mags that Dustin had unfortunately found in his van. They both shared the same long brown hair and doe-shaped eyes.
What was Dustin going to do? Not only was this girl weirded out by the amount of time Dustin had been ogling her but she could ruin everything. She did not even understand the power she possessed by simply existing in the wrong place and at the wrong time. He had to do everything in his power to make sure neither of them saw each other.
Dustin's feet started to jog in her direction as she had already begun her strut to the front entrance of the school. Before Dustin could get the chance to tap her shoulder, she swiftly turned to face him, discomfort shown in her face.
"Hey man, I would really enjoy it if you could leave me alone." She barked.
"No no no! I don't mean anything bad by following you. I'm sorry for staring at you earlier but um... Oh! The principal had actually sent me to give you a tour of the school and to show you where your classes are!" Dustin had secured a good enough lie to not seem like the creep he was presenting himself to be.
Her eyes widened and her gaze softened.
"Oh, okay." She smiled and Dustin could feel himself getting more anxious knowing that she was that pretty when she smiled.
The bell began to rang, signaling to every student that it was time for Hell to begin. Dustin heard a familiar voice call out to Mike and he swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the school, making sure to avoid any possibly common route Eddie normally took.
"Can I see your schedule?" Dustin asked, giving out his hand eagerly.
It seemed like she could hear the annoyance in Dustin's words and swiftly pulled out the crumpled sheet of paper from her pocket and handed it to him. Dustin quickly looked over the paper and let out a sigh of relief. Even though she was a senior, she did not seem to have a single class with Eddie most likely because her classes were for the more advanced students.
"Okay, Y/N. This way!"
Dustin guided her to her first classroom, Mr. Stadford's Physics class, and said that he would meet up with her after her second. After the first period was over, Dustin ran to meet up with Y/N and to make sure he was able to beat her before she left the classroom. Yes, Eddie and her shared similar hallways for classes but Eddie had a tendency to be late to each and every class he went to. Alongside this, Dustin made sure that she was always early to her classes. This cycle repeated until lunch.
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Y/N had found herself bound to the little curly-headed boy. She shouldn't say boy he was only a couple years younger than her. Moving was hard but going to a new school was even harder. Her parents' divorce could not have been more sudden and even though he had been a tad bit too eager, she really appreciated Dustin's kindness.
She frowned after exiting her third-period class to find no Dustin. Guess she would have to find the cafeteria by herself or simply follow the crowd that had corralled its way down the hall.
Once she entered the cafeteria, she felt the eyes on her, all over her. Thankfully, there were plenty of tables that had not recognized that fresh blood had entered their school. She saw a familiar head of curls bobble in laughter and she started her stride in his direction.
Once she had gotten to the table, it seemed to be filled with only boys all wearing the same T-shirt Dustin was wearing. She assumed it must be some sort of club he had not introduced her to yet. The majority of the boys had noticed her walk up to the table and she could tell they were not often approached by women. The only ones who hadn't noticed were Dustin and an older boy with long shaggy brown hair.
"Hey," She put her hand on Dustin's shoulder and her moved her head down to his level. "I know you showed me around and I might be asking for too much but is it alright if I sit with you?"
A look of dread filled Dustin's face as he looked up at her from his lunch. She had automatically assumed that he had felt bad for not escorting her to the lunch room.
"It's okay! I found the lunch room just fine." She rubbed his shoulder to put him at ease and sat down next to him.
There was nothing but silence.
She had felt as if she had sat at the wrong table and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Dustin was still agape and didn't seem to have changed his expression even after her reassurance. She turned to view the other boys at the table. They stared at her with a sense of confusion and wonder but all too awkward to speak first.
Finally, she turned to the boy sitting at the end of the table. His gaze softened when she gazed at him. His eyes were wide also in shock from a stranger sitting at their table but there was something different in his expression that she couldn't quiet read. Embarrassment? No. Confusion? No. Longing? Maybe but not quite.
This silence was cut short by a food tray plopping on the other side of Dustin.
"Jesus, that line was long!" A boy with a bowl cut sighed.
"Where are you guys so quiet?" He looked around in disbelief but immediately found the source when he spotted the brunette sitting on the other side of Dustin.
"Hey." She waved.
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A/N: Depending on how things go with this I will definitely continue this as a series. Lemme know your thoughts!
Perv Gerard that has porno mags stuffed under his mattress, but not just any porno mags. ones with pages of girls with pictures of your face glued over theirs…..hmmmmmmmmm he is a FREAK!!! an artsy and crafty freak, but still a freak. kinda borders on unethical perving, so if ur not down, sorry!! I'm still Woke Feminist McGee, but let me write my nasty shit.
You didn't mean to find them. I mean... You were snooping, but you didn't expect to find this.
You figured you'd unearth some regular shit that you could tease him about; you two were close like that. He shouldn't have left you alone in his room for so long if he didn't expect you to snoop.
When your hand grazed the smooth, glossy material of the porno mag underneath his mattress, you thought you had hit the embarrassment jackpot.
But when you pulled it out and opened it, your smirk vanished. Multiple dog-eared pages of girls had similar shapes to you, with clipped pictures of your face pasted on top of theirs. The angle of your face in the pictures almost perfectly matches the angles of the photos in the magazine. contorted into all kinds of positions. skin shiny and silky soft, chests puffed out, backs arched.
Gerard always liked to take pictures of you; it didn't matter what you were doing. every angle, candid, posed, unflattering, it was all perfect and worth photographing to him. You always wondered what he did with all those photos, but never put all that much thought into it. Well, now you know where at least some of them went.
You didn't even want to know if the wavy and stiff, moisture-damaged spots were dripped glue or something very different.
You shut the magazine and dropped to the floor next to the bed, shoving your arm between the bedframe and the mattress to see if there were any more. You pulled out two more, then checked under the bed just to see. That's where you found another two.
Five porno mags, all with collages of your face within them.
This was beyond just having a stupid crush; this was straight-up perverted. You ran your fingers along the raised edge of one of the pictures that was starting to peel off the page. You thought about Gerard cutting and pasting the images by hand, picking out which photos suited you best and looked most like you.
It made you wonder what else he was hiding. Was there more than just this? If so, how much worse does it get? This was already bordering on strange, and you're hard to weird out.
You wanted to keep digging, but you were rudely interrupted by Gerard coming back in.
His voice fades into earshot as he walks down the hall towards his room, quickly approaching.
"Finally... Sorry, Mikey was talking my ear off about his Disney bootlegging business endeavors. He's pretty fuckin' close to having enough money for...." The words are ripped right out of his throat when he sees you kneeling by his bed with all his dirty magazines in your lap.
"Oh, fuck." It sounds like the words were physically punched out of him; he recoils and curls in on himself as if it could protect him from his shame and your disappointment, or even worse, anger.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so gross, I'm so fucking gross. I'm sorry," he shields his face from you and lets out a pained whimper like a wounded animal.
His words are muffled by his hands, "I'm so horrible, I know... You don't even have to say anything, you can just go... I'll throw all the magazines away, I promise," he sobs.
lmk what u guys think of this cause it was just a throwaway idea I had that I didn't really think too much of nor even knew if anybody would like it or see the vision so I just threw this together... lmk tho!
tag list: @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w @mnsvgyaoi @pazdiangelo @lunaoz @nniicool @iheartrard @veelovespanic
Warnings: stalker!Gerard, awkward reader, gerard is a pervert, reader’s parents are christian, reader is also a pervert, READER IS DESCRIBED, Gerard and reader are straight out of highschool, so much fluff, SOME SMUT, NEIL GAIMAN’S WORK MENTIONED, mutual pining, fem (she/her) reader, SWITCHING PERSPECTIVES OFTEN
A/N: GUYS IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE LONG WAIT! Work has been hard and so has life. I think we can all agree with that. I hope this chapter will make up for the time lost
Synopsis: Gerard finds himself alone in his bedroom with Y/N. A stumble down the stairs causes a raucous and a few familiar faces join in.
Oh, fuck me.
Her big, doe eyes stared up at him from her position on the shag carpet as he stopped at the landing tread of the staircase. In her lap lay his first volume of The Sandman , the book was so ran through that the spine could barely hold the pages together. She was knelt down, blouse unbuttoned and resting on her shoulders now just showing a white tank top. The single light in the room casted a level of high contrast over her, highlighting her form and sharpening shadows along her skin and clothes. Being just in a tanktop, the shadows of breasts and nipples showed through. Gerard had never been this close to a girl before, much less in this position.
His mouth agape, all he could do was stare. Just like he had done all night. What the fuck was he supposed to do in this situation? Talk to her?
She maintained eye contact as well but he could tell she was embarrassed to be found like this. She bit her bottom lip, trying to figure out something to say. Looking up at him from her knees, biting her lip, nipples showing- Gerard’s face was beet red.
His hands became clammy, sweat was dripping down his back, and his legs became stiff.
He couldn’t move.
She had put him in some sort of temporal stasis with just a simple glance. He wasn’t worthy to be stared at by something so beautiful and his mind knew that. However, the persistent urge to be near her took hold. To smell her perfume, run his fingers through her hair, and to feel the softness of her skin was enough reason to keep moving.
He pushed himself out of this state of paralysis and began his tread down the stairs.
Fuck.
He had missed a step. His heart was pounding.
FUCK FUCK FUCK!
He firmly closed his eyes and let gravity pull him to the bottom of the staircase. He didn’t want to open them. She must’ve thought he was a total loser to be this nervous around a girl. He let himself lay there, eyes closed. No need to open them. He was already dead anyway. No noise. No light. Just the peaceful darkness of realizing he was finally alone- no longer having to worry about her perception of him.
A soft hand lifted up his head from the shag carpet beneath it and another soft hand caressed his cheek, rubbing its thumb along his skin. Light, fruity perfume filled his nostrils and his body melted. He could feel his head be moved from the carpet to something much softer and warmer. He could feel cloth but there was a plushness to it. It was definitely not a blanket or a towel. It was so much warmer. The hand continued to stroke his cheek. Is this heaven?
She didn’t mean to do this. But something about seeing him fall down a staircase made her feel really bad. Normally, people would respond with laughter and ridicule. Maybe because most people knew that falling was almost completely accidental. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was her fault.
From her perspective, Gerard looked angry. Anyone would be angry if a stranger had the audacity to enter their room and rifle through their stuff. He was so annoyed he couldn’t even speak to her.
She blew it.
Why did she go in his room? She never really knew but maybe it was because she wanted to know more. She wanted to delve deeper and see who he really was. And this was her karma.
The least she could do was help him. His head was heavy in her lap and his skin was soft. She was able to really look at him know. His piercing eyes were no longer staring into her. Yes, she knew he was cool but he was also quite beautiful. His lashes were long, his eyebrows were strong and well-shaped, and his lips were plump.
She could smell the scent coffee and cigarettes off of him and something else. She leaned in closer, hair landing on his face. Is that… vanilla?
“Woah, Gerard. Getting friendly with the neighbor I see?”
He shot up. Looking up at the staircase, he found Mikey and Ray. They were snickering to themselves. What were they laughing about?
He looked over to his right, there was nothing there out of the ordinary. Now over to his left… she was there. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her body was now much closer than before. She shifted herself back, looking almost frightened.
Then, he looked down.
Oh god.
His dick was so hard in his pants, his imprint was visible. Why the fuck was he so hard? Then he remembered. The warmness he felt, the hand on his cheek, the smell of fruit forward perfume.
Was his head laying in her lap?
“You should go to the bathroom dude.” Mikey retorted.
Gerard pushed himself off the floor and ran to the bathroom, completely flustered.
Y/N was frightened by how fast he moved. Was he that disgusted by her? She should have never done that. She should’ve kept her hands to herself. Or maybe he didn’t want those guys to see this? She wasn’t sure but she was very embarrassed. The boys at the top of the staircase were ogling her and she shifted uncomfortably on the carpet, avoiding their stares.
“Didn’t mean to intrude on the party.”
The lanky boy with glasses padded down the stairs and the curly haired boy followed. They stood above her while she sat on the floor, her eyes managing to finally met theirs.
“What were you doing down here, if I may ask?”
The lanky boy was inquisitive but it seemed slightly possessive and flirtatious in a way. Both the boys’ mouthes remained in a smirk.
“I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to intrude. I just heard music and followed it to this room and he fell down the stairs and I- I!”
She tumbled over her words, trying desperately to defend herself.
The boys erupted in laughter.
“Gosh you’re adorable!”
“You sound like we were about to shoot you”
They were practically hurled over, struggling to breathe. She readjusted her blouse, covering her chest. She had never been so embarrassed in her whole life.
Sorry its been so long since Ive posted. Life has been crazy. Would you guys still want another chapter of polar opposites or are we looking for something else? I need IDEAS!! <3
tag list: @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w @mnsvgyaoi @pazdiangelo @lunaoz @nniicool @iheartrard @veelovespanic
Warnings: stalker!Gerard, awkward reader, gerard is a pervert, reader’s parents are christian, reader is also a pervert, READER IS DESCRIBED, Gerard and reader are straight out of highschool, so much fluff, SOME SMUT, NEIL GAIMAN’S WORK MENTIONED, mutual pining, fem (she/her) reader, SWITCHING PERSPECTIVES OFTEN
A/N: So happy to see that people enjoyed part one. i know it was short but i made sure to make this one long for yall :) If you want to be tagged in the next one definitely comment. i tagged everyone who commented on the last one on this one. THIS IS SLIGHTLY INTERACTIVE- I HAVE A SONG ATTACHED TO THIS POST WHEN IT SAYS “hit play” PLAY THE ATTACHED SONG
Synopsis: Y/N and her family are welcomed into the way residence. Discussions are held over dinner. Y/N finds herself wondering into a particular someone’s bedroom
His heart was racing. What the fuck should he wear? Normally, Gerard wasn’t too aware of his appearance but, seeing a girl like that, now he had to be. He took a shower for the first time in a while, brushed his hair, and picked out the cleanest clothes he could find- which just so happened to be a plain black t shirt and black jeans. Nothing too fancy but it was clean. His face was flushed. Gerard looked over at the clock on his nightstand. How was it already 5:30? She would be her in 15 minutes and he felt as if he still wasn’t ready.
Knock Knock
How were they here already? Gerard’s head whipped around to the clock again. FUCK. He, in his anxiety induced state, misread the fucking clock. Or maybe time passes by faster when he’s anxious? He’s not too sure but the one thing he is sure about is that this girl is waiting outside his front door and she’s pretty… she’s so pretty. He had gotten over the fact that, at first, she looked more abnormal than pretty to him. He had just never seen someone like her in a place like New Jersey. Dirty blonde, straight hair that fell over her shoulders, sad blue eyes and sun-kissed freckles on her cheeks. Almost otherworldly. To the vampires of New Jersey, she was the real monster- completely distinct and threatening to the overall gothic normality of the state.
He stumbled his way up the stairs- completely forgetting that he had left his stereo on.
She fiddled with the hem of her shirt while she waited for the door to open. This was the first time, in a while, she was concerned for the way she looked. Everything she owned was boring and plain. It was all bought by her mother. She felt like ripping her skin off. This guy was ten times cooler than her and she couldn’t stand it. If she could crawl into a little hole in the ground she would. The blouse was from her highschool days- simple, white, buttoned down. The black, pleated skirt was measured exactly 4 inches about her knees- Mom’s rules- and laid limply on her legs. Black Mary Janes completed the look -demented school girl.
“Oh hello! It’s so great to meet some new faces! My name is Donna.”
The woman at the door didn’t look similar to the boy at all. She had bleach blonde, teased hair and tan skin. Her dark dress, however, paid homage to his attire. What could possibly be the relation here? Adopted son? Aunt? These questions were a little too invasive for Y/N’s liking but she couldn’t help herself. She was a detective on her way to sniff out more clues on the mysterious boy next door.
The woman could read the confusion on the girl’s face.
“Oh! You must’ve seen my son earlier. He takes after his father more than me. Now my other son- he looks just like his mama!”
“I’m so sorry about her! She’s a bit shy.”
Her mother rubbed her shoulder aggressively, indicating Y/N was being rude.
“I am so sorry. I think I am just tuckered out from the move. Please disregard my rudeness.”
She felt like she was fending for her life- her mother’s gaze burning away at her flesh as she griped her shoulder.
“Oh do not worry, sugar. I completely understand. Please come in.”
The warmth of the woman’s voice was strangely comforting. She felt the woman’s kindness glow as she lead the family to the main area of the house. It was a rare occurrence for her to find such a genuine, loving woman. She directed her mother’s attention to family photos alongside the walls of the living room, finally letting go of her daughter’s shoulder.
A jolly, older looking gentleman came down the hallway to the right of the living room. Combed back grey hair and glasses. This must be the dad. He was filled with the same glow that the woman had. Pure acceptance and love.
“Oh hello! It’s great to meet our new neighbors! Majority of people here like to keep to themselves so this is a nice change of pace.”
She backed herself to the closest wall, letting the adults talk about whatnot- the housing market, family photos, when to buy snow tires, etc.. An outcast again. Her parents seem to enjoy speaking to these unfamiliar faces, even though no visible wall inside the house had a crucifix attached to it.
Gerard’s head peaked out from the staircase leading down to the basement. He could hear them but he couldn’t see anyone from his angle. Oh to be a fly on the wall.
“Gerard, come introduce yourself!”
Oh shit!
He staggered out from the staircase into the living room, trying to play it cool. He struggled to avoid eye contact with her, their staring match earlier did not need to be continued around this type of company. Her mother and father were incredibly banal. What features she had attained from either of them were lost in translation.
“ Gerard, meet our neighbors! Their daughter is around your age. Isn’t she pretty?”
Now he had to look.
He didn’t know what to say. She was… an angel. Her head tilted up slightly from the floor, just enough to meet his gaze. Their eyes met. Her eyelashes slightly dimmed her sad eyes enough to make her look either unamused or slightly pissed off. The blush of her cheeks said otherwise. Her lips were a rosy shade of pink and crept into a slight smile when he had recognized he had left his mother unanswered.
“ o-oh um, yes.”
Fuck.
That face she made. She looked almost devious. His face began to heat up again. The girl would be the death of him and he hadn’t even heard her speak. Just the sight of her neck and collarbone made his dick twitch. He wondered if she had freckles all over her body. Maybe she would let him count each… and every one.
Smiling when she was nervous was a common trait Y/N had. Normally, people didn’t stare at her the way he did. Being eyeballed in such a close proximity was causing her mind to short circuit. The comment from Ms. Donna was embarrassing enough. She had no where to turn to in her frazzled state except him. She kept her attention on him- maybe he would give up the staring if she stared just as intently.
Bad move.
Throughout the entire dinner, as the parents were talking, their eyes never left each other.
“May I be excused?”
He was caught off guard. Her voice was raspy and quiet- good natured and welcoming. So sweet. A tooth ache.
“Of course, sweetheart. To the right and down the hall.”
She rose from the table and tried her best to escape the dining room unnoticed. He didn’t look at her when she left. Finally, she could get a second to breathe.
She wasn’t a liar. She didn’t like lying. But she had to look around. She was excused from the table- didn’t mean she had to use the restroom. She made her way down the hall and could hear music playing faintly. Following the sound, she found her way down the stairs into a dimly lit basement.
Band and comic book posters lined the walls. The stale basement was filled with the smell of cigarettes and coffee. The only light in the room was from a lamp on the bedside table, making certain corners of the room barely visible. Old shag carpet covered the floor. Warm wood lined the walls. The basement had only one available window. Small and let in no light from the outside world.
Jesus, it was warm.
She unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the tanktop underneath. It was just her anyway. This had to be Gerard’s room. Mainly because the hoodie he was wearing earlier was lying discarded near her feet. But also the vibes matched.
A bookshelf to her right had a dingy, beat up stereo on top of it- playing a song she had never heard before. Wasn’t a surprise. Most of the bands on the walls she had never heard of either. She knew it was rock music and she knew she liked the way it sounded. He had a lot to show her. She felt leagues behind Gerard. His interests were vasts and so much cooler than hers. If she hadn’t been coddled by her parents, would she have similar interests as him?
The bookshelf was overflowing with colorful comic books, all completely new to her. At random, she picked one. The Sandman. How cool. She kneeled down on the carpet and began to flip through the pages.
She was gone for longer than expected. Everyone had finished their dinner and began cleaning up. Mikey had even come home from hanging out with Ray. The parents continued their conversation and Gerard had begun to snoop around for her. No one could use the bathroom for this long.
He found his way back to the basement, forgetting he had left his door open. Walking down the stairs, he felt his heart skip a beat.
Hit play
A heavy distorted guitar began to play as she looked up at him. Knelt down on the carpet, eyes large as if she was caught in a trap. Blouse hanging off her shoulders, exposing the tanktop underneath. The dim lighting contrasted her skin, making her look almost angelic in the lighting.
Warnings: stalker!Gerard, awkward reader, gerard is a pervert, reader’s parents are christian, reader is also a pervert, READER IS DESCRIBED, Gerard and reader are straight out of highschool, so much fluff, SOME SMUT
A/N: THIS IS JUST AN IDEA I HAD AND IS NOT PROOFREAD. Can you tell I was inspired by the virgin suicides? Please disregard all grammatical errors. My apologies. NO SMUTT IN THIS CHAPTER BUT WILL BE SOME IN FOLLOWING CHAPTERS
Synopsis: New girl moves in next door to the Way residence. Shy and reclusive, she and Gerard have an understanding of one another- other than their looks. Gerard begins to obsess over the mysterious girl next door. Maybe they had more in common than just their reclusiveness?
She had felt like a punch in the gut the second he saw her. Emerging from a tan Chevrolet caprice, her dirty blonde hair and sad blue eyes were so distinctly middle America that it caught Gerard off guard. Rarely did one see a face like this in New Jersey. Her big sad eyes comforted Gerard, however. Someone who looked the way she did would immediately come off as a threat to his and his brother’s way of dressing. Her eyes, though, maintained the notion that she did not have a mean bone in her body. Innocence rung through her- from her silver cross necklace to her doodled on sneakers.
She had moved from the outside of the door to the backseat to the trunk of the car, pulling out a baby blue suitcase. She could feel the tenseness around her. She wasn’t used to the eeriness of New Jersey. The way the trees twisted and bent felt like they were possessed. The sky was a dull grey, signaling the continuous winter season- even though it was April. Oklahoma was not like this at all. The only reason she was moving to New Jersey was because her parents couldn’t bear her being by herself at Rutgers University. She specifically chose schools that were out of state in order to be away from her parents. But here she was and here they were alongside her.
“Darling, can you see if my passport is in the trunk? I can’t find it up here!” Her mom called from the front of the car, ruffling through the glove compartment.
She hoisted herself into the slightly lifted trunk, leaving just her lower half exposed. The trunk was dark and thrashing her hand around to find even the slightest hint of leather seemed like the only option.
Gerard continued to smoke his cigarette on the patio of his home as he watched her thrash about. His sunglasses casted her in a much darker light- making it seem as if the trunk was gobbling her whole. He couldn’t help but snicker at the idea. Her Levi’s began to slip lower down her waist, exposing lace trimmed underwear. He gulped. Even though it was the tiniest peak of lace, he felt his face grow warm. He couldn’t stop himself from watching, however. She was so intriguing.
“Don’t worry, honey. I got it.”
Her father rested his hand on her shoulder and pulled slightly, indicating her to move. She jostled herself out from the trunk, readjusting her jeans that had , unfortunately, fallen a little too low for her liking. Rarely did she think that anyone would stare at the lace peaking out through her jeans. She had not been one to be lusted or fawned after in Highschool. Boys and girls were unaware and uninterested in her shy demeanor and boyish clothes. Her parents were no help either. No one would want to ask out a girl whose parents attended every date and hangout, leaving them with no privacy whatsoever.
She looked over to the house beside hers- or should she say her parents’. Red brick and white trimming, very similar to the one she would soon reside in. Brick was a common theme amongst this neighborhood. Every house resembled the other except for a particular someone staring at her from his porch.
She had never seen anyone like him in Oklahoma. Dark, greasy hair and pale skin, accompanied by a black hoodie and cigarette in hand. His sunglasses hid his eyes but the direction of his face indicated that he was, in fact, staring at her. She felt like she was staring at a zoo animal and she could sense he felt the same way staring at her. She hadn’t noticed her mouth opening as her eyes widened with fascination. This might be the coolest person she’s ever seen. Her cheeks began to warm up, realizing how long she had been staring. She lowered her eyes to the cement floor of the driveway, kicking a rock with her untied shoe.
Her mom had emerged from the front seat to the outside of the car without Y/N realizing. A warm hand caressed her shoulder, causing her to jump.
“What are you so worked up about?”
“Oh…. nothing.”
She shrugged her mother’s hand off her shoulder, trying to play off the fact she had been ogling the neighbor for several minutes. Her mother looked over at the boy next door, who quickly ashed his cigarette and began his exit towards the door.
“Oh! I see… maybe I should plan a get together with the neighbors, dear. Get you better acquainted with people your age.”
Y/N’s heart dropped in her stomach.
“Please, mom no! They’ll think we’re weird!”
It was too late. Her mother had began her trek over to the boy’s house, leaving Y/N with her head in her hands. She dreaded the idea of meeting him and possibly spoiling his notions of her with her social awkwardness.
Summary: At the end of your sophomore year of college, Mikey invites you to stay at his house for a week at the beginning of summer since you're from California and won't be seeing him until your junior year starts. What you don't know is that staying there is going to bring a lot more than just fun times with your best friend, Mikey. Someone else is a little more than excited to have you so close.
A/N: haha heeyyyy... heeeyyy... ive seen ur guys' inbox msgs i know you want more BAHAH genuinely thank you all for such kind messages, some of them genuinely made me laugh. thank u for the patience i hope u guys will stick around for more because im so excited to start writing the second part to this hehehe.... anyways heres ch 5! the timeline of the members are going to be inaccurate and skewed just so it works a bit more...? and there really isnt a set time of when this is. just very early 2000s. ALSO FRAAANNNKKK!!!
You had gone to bed way too late the night before. The glow of your laptop was the only light in your room the whole night, watching music videos on YouTube and endlessly scrolling through LiveJournal. By the time you had finally crashed, the sun had already begun to drift through the blinds, a pale glow beginning to enter your bedroom, and birds could be heard chirping.
When you opened your eyes, finally awake, the sun had completely lit up your room. The blinds barely stopped the sun from coming in, causing you to shield your eyes as it was so bright. Your mouth was dry, and your head had a slight ache, the type you get from little sleep. You could tell it was well into the afternoon. The house was quiet, besides the occasional creak down the hall and the faint hum of a fan whirring somewhere.
You could hear footsteps coming towards you, and you groaned, knowing it was Mikey coming to disturb your slumber. You rubbed your eyes as you heard your own door creak open, Mikey now leaning on the frame like he had been waiting for you. He had a playful grin plastered on his face.
“Thought you were going to sleep through the whole day,” he teased.
You draped your arm over your eyes and let out a huff, “It’s summer, let me rot. What time is it?”
“Almost 5.” He walked in and sat on your bed, criss-crossed, bouncing on the mattress a little with excitement. “And guess what! We’re going to a party tonight.”
You peeked at him through your arm, intrigued. Now, you and Mikey have had a fair share of parties throughout your past 2 years of college together, and they were fun. You loved to stay out late drinking with your best friend, listening to great music, and meeting new people, talking to them like you’d known them for years.
“A party? Tonight?” You sat up a bit, leaning against the headboard with the covers slipping down to your lap.
“My friends from high school are throwing a party and invited me. I haven’t seen them in a bit, but they said I could bring you,” he added. “Gerard is invited too; they all know him. They all get along. Especially Frank.”
You nodded, feeling yourself grow more excited. “What’s the vibe like? Are they cool like you?” You asked, half joking, half full of truth. You didn’t know much about Mikey’s friends. You had to gauge the type of guys you’d be hanging out with tonight, but knowing that Mikey likes them, you knew you’d probably like them.
“Well, not as cool as me,” he started, smirking at his comment, “but they are pretty fuckin’ cool. You’ll definitely like them, you’d probably get along with Frank the most.”
“Frank? The one Gerard’s closer to?”
“Yeah, he’s awesome. Pretty funny too. Anyway- start getting ready. Come to my room when you’re ready so we can pregame.”
With that, he got up and left the room, shutting the door on his way out.
For a moment, you sat there feeling your body beg to stay under the covers. But the idea of a party was enough to shake off the sleep and pull yourself out of bed. Your bare feet hit the wooden floor, and you stretched your arms above your head, bending your back a bit. You padded over to the duffel bag that held all your clothes and began to dig around, looking for a cute outfit to wear. It needed to be something you could move comfortably in, something that wouldn’t leave you drenched in sweat.
Looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror made you laugh. The sight of your bedhead sticking up in odd directions made you look so disheveled. You must have moved a lot in your sleep because this was more than usual. You turned the knob to the sink and splashed your face with water before getting some cleanser and foaming it in your hands before scrubbing. You were wide awake from the cold water now and brushed your teeth, finally feeling clean. You could hear Mikey listening to music as you got ready, brushing out your hair, straightening the pieces that needed it, and spraying it with hairspray.
You did your makeup: a pretty eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner with a little smudge at your waterline, blush, and of course a little sparkle around your eyes to make them pop more. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, happy with how it turned out, and put on some lip gloss, puckering your lips and pressing them together to evenly distribute it.
By the time you were slipping into your adorable outfit for the night and accessorizing, obviously adding your favorite bracelets and necklaces, it was around 6:30. You padded barefoot across the hall, humming along to the song Mikey had playing as you opened the door to his room without knocking.
Mikey’s room, to put simply, was a mess. Well, to him, it wasn’t a mess because to him, he had cleaned the floor for you two to sit on. Clothes were in half-folded piles on his bed, and stacks of unorganized books, papers, and CDs had piled on his desk. A couple of wires for his bass had been strung along the floor by his bed where he sat, playing the instrument. In front of him were 2 shot glasses and a bottle of cheap vodka.
You laughed at the sight. This was who you were friends with, and you wouldn’t change anything about him.
“Finally,” he dramatically said, gesturing for you to sit on the pillow across from him, “the bottle is still cold.” He hung his bass back up on the wall and sat criss-crossed across from your spot.
You plopped yourself down, tugging your shorts into place, “How’d you get the bottle?” You were curious; neither you nor Mikey had reached 21 yet. Back at college, you’d both made friends with the upperclassmen to get them to supply for you guys, but whenever they were busy, Mikey would send you to stand in front of liquor stores to flirt with guys to buy you bottles. It worked every time.
“Gee is pretty chill with everything; it might not seem like it, but he’s a pretty big partier, too. Should have seen him when he was still in college.” He laughed a bit, remembering a few moments he had dealt with.
You raised your eyebrows, surprised. You tried to imagine his older brother, who seemed pretty nerdy and a little… reclused… being wild and carefree at a party. There really is a lot you don’t know about him.
Mikey unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured two shots for both of you, the smell hitting sharp as he slid the glass over to you across the floor. You both picked up your shots, “Ready?” Mikey had asked.
“Obviously,” you smirked, which prompted both of you to clink glasses, then tap the shots back on the floor, then down them with ease, albeit a nose wrinkle and a slight cough from both of you. The liquor burned in your throat, but you were no stranger to the warmth that built in your chest as you took a few more shots in between chatting and shared laughter. The shots after the first had gone down easier, and both of you began to loosen up much more.
Mikey grabbed a random CD from the pile and put it into his player; it was “Adore,” an album by The Smashing Pumpkins. Mikey loved this band, and you grew to love them, too. As he leaned back into his spot to take a sip of his drink, he spilled some on himself. The alcohol had been taking effect on both of you, which was now extremely evident, causing you to laugh at him.
The room was filled with a warm and airy guitar, “Perfect” began to play, and you hummed along. It wrapped the room in something heavier than the smell of cheap vodka. It was romantic without meaning to; it was a song that just gave that effect. Nostalgia, like you were both sitting in a memory you’d ache for years from now.
Mikey set down his cup, full of pink lemonade. It was the chaser you chose for the night, and it was one of your favorites. He wiped his eyes as he let out a small laugh. You could tell the song had hit Mikey as it did with you.
“You know,” he started, his tone sounding thoughtful rather than the playful tone that had taken up the majority of the time, “we’ve been friends for like, two years? And people always assume we’re dating. Like, constantly.”
You snorted, “It’s because we do everything together. And we have sleepovers at each other’s dorms. If someone is looking for one of us, they look for the other, knowing we’d be together.”
“True,” he leaned back on his hands, smirking. “What if we kissed?”
You raised your brow, half-shocked, half-amused. “You’re drunk.”
“And so are you. But hear me out, just to prove those people wrong. That we really are just friends,” he egged you on.
You thought for a moment, and a smirk grew on your face as you connected eyes. “Just one kiss?”
“One kiss. For science.”
You laughed. The heat of the vodka had made you loose, reckless, and daring. You often got like this when you were drunk; it was a whole new side of you, Mikey would describe it as. You get bold and confident.
You scooted closer to him on the floor so your knees touched, and he reached for you, cupping your face. For a moment, neither of you moved. The music filled the silence, then you both leaned in. The kiss was clumsy, vodka could be tasted on each other’s lips. You both began to move softly, tenderly. You both lingered for maybe about 3 seconds before pulling back at the same time.
You stared at each other in silence, expressions unreadable. After a moment, you both burst into laughter. Neither of you had noticed the shadow that lingered moments before, passing by the cracked door and slipping away.
“Nope. Never again. Definitely not,” you said, laughing and wiping your mouth dramatically.
Mikey was laughing so hard he was slumping forward, his head on your shoulder. “Never again,” he repeated between laughs.
He pulled back and sat up straight, a big smile on his face. Putting out his hand for you to shake, “Best friends forever, and we never do this again?”
You grinned back, “Duh. Best friends forever. I’m never kissing you again.”
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Gerard hadn’t meant to see the kiss. He was only passing by, but the sound of your laughter had pulled him in. He leaned against the wall, next to the door that was slightly ajar. He just wanted to listen; hearing you speak filled him with something he couldn’t describe, it was addicting. Was that so bad?
But then the room grew silent, and he could only hear the melody drifting through the door. Gerard was confused and shifted to peek in through the crack.
The sight he saw broke him.
His brothers hand on your cheek. You both leaned in, a soft kiss being shared.
Gerard felt like he was being gutted alive. His stomach twisted and lurched as his throat tightened. It hurt to breathe. He could barely breathe. Gerard grabbed a fistful of his hair and staggered back a bit, almost bumping into the wall behind him. He fought to keep the whimper that desperately needed to be let out from escaping. He couldn’t get caught; he knew that he was already risking so much.
He didn’t want to see more. He couldn’t.
He rushed to his room, heart beating so fast he felt it thumping in his head.
He threw the door open and shut it just as quickly, pressing his back against it. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, trying to catch his breath. A broken moan full of hurt came out from his lips, like he was choking on it. Every nerve of his was ignited with jealousy and something… darker. He tried to calm himself, repeating the phrase everything is okay, but the feeling of his stomach moving up his throat said otherwise.
He knew you two were friends. Nothing more… right? His brother shared everything with him. He knew Mikey didn’t like you like that. But… did you feel something?
Gerard nearly decided to stay home from the party despite being excited about it earlier. But the picture of you dancing, surrounded by a bunch of Mikey’s guy friends, your kindness being shared to others, was too much. They’d take what wasn’t theirs.
He couldn’t stay back and not be able to do something.
His mind was made up. He was going- not for the party- but just to… keep an eye.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
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The house was already bustling by the time the three of you arrived. The music was thumping from inside and you felt a smile spread across your face as you all began to walk up the pathway. There were people on the lawn chatting, red solo cups in hand. Some were passing around a joint and noticed Mikey and began to shout greetings.
He laughed and gave a wave as he continued to lead you up the path and onto the porch like he had done so many times before in high school. Gerard trailed behind the two of you, giving nods to a few of the guys he knew. He mostly focused on the two of you, eyeing to see if there was anything present. But you two acted as usual.
Mikey looked back at you as he put his hand on the knob, “Sometimes it gets rowdy in here, just let me know if you need to leave.”
You crossed your arms as you rolled your eyes, “c’mon Mikey. I’m sure you and I have done worse.” Mikey laughed, knowing you were right.
He opened the door, and the music immediately grew louder. As you all stepped in, the air immediately became heavier, sweat and cheap beer could be smelled. Multicolored lights were strung up across the ceiling, and you were pretty sure they were just Christmas lights. They still cast a hazy, uneven glow in the living room, which looked pretty cool.
The house was packed, the couches were crowded as people sat down on them as well on the floor in front, chatting and passing around a joint. Plumes of smoke arose from their circle, which was illuminated by the colored haze from the lights. Someone grabbed Mikey by the shoulder and pulled him into a circle of faces you could recognize from pictures Mikey had shown you of his high school days.
They all slapped his back, pulling him into tight half hugs and handshakes. You smiled at the sight, happy to see how many people love Mikey. He truly is such a likable guy.
You looked to your right, and Gerard stood next to you, his face was unreadable as the warm lights cast a glow across his features. He let his lingering gaze on Mikey switch over to you, and his face softened. You felt the weight of his stare, heavy, like he was searching for something you couldn’t name.
The music continued to blast. You smiled at Gerard and leaned in, breaking the tension. “I love this song!” You said loud enough for him to hear you. He was about to respond, as, for the first time today, a smile spread across his face, but was interrupted by a loud shout.
“Gerard!”
You both looked over at the source of the voice. You saw a boy roughly about your age wearing a smug grin. He had shaggy black hair and very pretty hazel eyes. You couldn’t help but stare, noticing a couple of tattoos he had on his arms. It looked like he was working towards building a full sleeve. You’d have to ask if you get the chance.
You glanced back at Gerard. He looked annoyed, but not entirely upset.
