The next day, I woke up to my phone ringing. I saw the caller ID as Gerard, so I picked up quickly. I probably should've grabbed it after a few seconds, now he probably thinks I'm creepy and desperate, but what's done is done.
"Hey, what's up Gee?" I ask, picking at my phone case while holding it to my ear.
"We're having a sleepover sorta thing at my place, I was wondering if you wanted to come," I keep picking at the phone case, felling pieces of it come off as he asks me.
"Yeah, definitely! When should I be there?" I ask, becoming excited. Oh god, Hayley you're such a creep, stop sounding so enthusiastic, idiot! I mentally scream at myself. I slap myself in the forehead harshly, and resume my conversation.
"Uh, five ish? We're going to order pizza, and watch movies, it'll be cool," I hear a crash from his end of the phone, and the line cuts out momentarily before coming back, "MIKEY NO LEAVE THE TOASTER ALONE!" He screams, then hangs up. Should I call back? No, he'd think that's creepy, he can call back if he needs to.
I check the time on my phone, seeing that it's noon, so I have about five hours to get ready, that should be more than enough time to take a shower, get dressed, and eat something. I lay out a cropped black shirt, shorts, and a jacket, and grab my towel, heading into the bathroom.
I take a long shower, scrubbing myself until I feel clean. By the time I'm out, it's 1:30. I blow dry and straighten my hair by two, and I'm dressed with makeup over my scars and bruises, ready to go bye 2:30. Sadly, I still have a few hours until I have to go, so I watch tv for a while to pass the time. I stare blankly at the screen, not even realizing I've been watching Sesame Street for the past half-hour.
At 4:45, I get up and start walking towards the Way residence. I arrive on time, and knock on the door, hearing the boys behind it. It sounds like they're having a lot of fun, maybe I should go, but of course that's not possible, as I've already knocked. I slap my forehead for the second time today.
Bob opens the door with a smile, and lets me in. All the boys sat in a circle in the living room, reminding me of the party, not too long ago. I wonder if Gerard even remembers that I told him I liked him. If he does, he probably tries to push it out of his mind, because he's embarrassed for me. I would be too, if I were in his position.
"Hey Hales," everyone greets at the same time, "woah, how did we do that?" they say again, still in sync.
"Guys stop," I laugh, "it's creeping me out."
"Yeah, whatever, dweeb. Let's play some games!" Gerard says. Ray passes out loaded water guns, each different sizes. Gerard has one of the nice ones, made by nerf probably. Mine however, is smaller than my hand.
The boys instantly run into the backyard, so I follow. Everyone is already shooting, so I feel I should too. I pull the trigger, and a thin steam of water flows out, barely getting a foot away from me. I'm so screwed.
A bit of water hits my head, moistening my orange hair. I turn to find that the culprit is one guilty looking Mikey Way.
"Sorry, I was trying to hit him," the boy explains, pointing behind me. I turn just in time for Frank to shoot water in my face, running away laughing maniacally. Not a thought of my bruises passes through my mind.
I see Gerard, with his back facing me. I creep silently behind him, place my gun an inch away from his ear, and shoot.
"Fuck!" he scream, chasing after me as I run. As my leg moves backwards, I feel a cut open. I mentally freeze, but keep running. My foot catches in a tree root, and I trip, flipping so my stomach is facing up.
"Any last words?" Gerard asks me, pointing his gun towards my stomach, where makeup is hiding countless cuts and scars.
"Gee, no please!" I plead. He either doesn't see the sincerity, or ignores it, because he shoots anyway, moving the tip of his gun to soak not only my stomach, but my entire body.
After the ambush is complete, I look at myself, silently thanking whatever God was listening, because all the makeup stayed.
"Well, I'm gonna go get changed,"I explain, walking towards the house.
"Oh no you don't!" I hear Ray yell, before I'm soaked once more. Only his time, my makeup was washed away.
Everyone stares at me in shock, then Gerard wraps his arm around my shoulders, and takes me downstairs to his room. He reaches into his closet, and pulls out a skeleton onesie, and hands it to me.
I start to walk away towards the bathroom, but Gerard grabs my hand, stopping me.
"No, I need to see how bad it is,"
"Gee, I'm not changing in front of you," I explain.
"Don't think of it like that. Think of it like you're in a swimsuit. Hayley, I know it makes you uncomfortable but I need to take care of you."
"Gerard I'm fine, I don't need you to take care of me,"
"Yes you do. I care about you Hayley. I don't want you to be hurting. So please, let me see how bad it is, so I can bandage everything up." I sigh in defeat, before stripping out of my soggy clothes, keeping my bra and underwear on.
Gerard looks over my body, and walks into the bathroom attached to his room, coming back seconds later with gauze, band aids and rubbing alcohol. He motions for me to sit on the bed, so I do.
I cringe when he pours the alcohol over my cuts. When that's done, he puts gauze and band aids over all of my cuts, then hands me a bra and some of his boxer shorts.
"Gerard why do you have a bra?"
"It's Mikey's. Don't ask." He explains. I take the clothes, and go to the bathroom and change.
I walk upstairs and all the boys are on the couch, staring at me.
"Hayley we want to talk to you," Bob says.
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The Only Exception (Paramore/MCR crossover)
FanfictionHayley feels like her entire life has been for nothing. She comes from an abusive family, and her grades aren't great. Her only escape is singing, and her talent seems to give her attention from recording companies all around Jersey. On the first da...
