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Roof top - Gerard way

College is a scary place, especially when your 5,9 ,obsessed with comics, and named Gerard way, who I sit a row behind in music theory. Sitting behind Gerard was more fun than I genuinely care to admit, purely because of his snarky,whispered, running commentary which always seems to have me in fits of giggles that I force to repress.

I came early to my lecture which gave me chance to watch people come in and admire their outfits, most of our class wore high street clothing and I began to get bored of watching the same style of mum jeans waddle through the wooden door frame, just as I was about to become completely disinterested from the clone-like students rolling in, Gerard strolled through with his navy beanie partly covering his bleach platinum hair, I gazed down at his clothes that, to my delight were completely different from everyone else apart from me, he wore an army green top with a navy zip up hoodie which he left undone, along side with black skinnier jeans and black converses to add an ironic touch that screams "HI IM EMO!"

The professor walked in wearing a sweetheart neckline blouse with lilac skirt that swung light lightly around her fragile ankles, which was pulled off with a heavy number of coordinating jewellery pieces. She dragged her violet handbag to her plywood desk and began to babble on about the effect music has on peoples emotions, I messed with my boy cut hair as I debated on what would be the best method to kill myself to get out of the boredom of the slacking lecture , coincidentally Gerard had the same thought as he was mumbling in a low sigh
" Jesus, one more sentence read in song and I'll hang myself"

After a slow 50 minutes, the clanging of the flakey red bell rang signalling the end of the ear bleeding drag and collectively everyone gathered their bags and made their way to either their dorms for a free period or to another pointless gathering about some ' fascinating' subject.

Just as I was about to chase up to Gerard to ask if he had a free period and if he would like to spend it with me studying in my dorm, a group of jocks surrounded him, peering over him and asking questions that clearly made him uncomfortable.
"So you're the little gay boy who writes emo songs?" One of the larger boys sneered shoving his shoulder, Gerard didn't flinch, nor did he retaliate, he simply stood there, soaking up all the cruel taunting of the boys that had only got here because they could play football.

They pushed and shoved him and began to grow irritated with his reluctance to reply.

" I bet that's why your mother left," Gerard looked up at the jock with puppy eyes, giving away that he'd hit hard.
"That's right I know about it, she left because she didn't want a queer son who can't even stand up for himself"

One small tear rolled down his pale cheek as he silently walked past them and disappeared. I searched for any place he might be and failed with melancholy till I remembered the one place he likes to be, on the roof of dorm block 3, I scampered my way to a small ladder and carefully stepped onto the ridged metal bars that stung
my hands with cold, as I pulled my lanky body up onto the roof I lowered myself next to him. Inhaling to let him know he wasn't alone, he looked up from his engrossed state of reading his hulk comic and blinked at me waiting for me to talk.

" you know what they said is a load of bull right?" I reassured meaningfully.

"Yea, I guess so." He huffed looking blankly at the carefully inked pages of his precious comic book.

"Their stupid," I told him with a dumb smirk.
" they don't know a thing about life, they got into college through playing with balls, not really the best place to call someone gay," I said, giving a light chuckle, nudging Gerard with my foot, he looked up at me with a pained smile.

"Come on, their brain is located in their pants, they are nothing compared to you!" I smiled, gleaming wildly at him, he stared down at his feet for a few moments and I followed his actions in an awkward manner.

After a short second he turned to me with uncertainty in his dorky smile,
" Do you wanna make out?" I was so taken aback by his sudden out bust I started to let a fragile giggle escape my lungs, Gerard copied me in looking back at his feet awkwardly laughing at his sudden mind switch. Still laughing, I turned my slim torso to face him, he slowly got bored of wasting air on pointless laughter as his eyes followed up my figure till he was staring through my hazel eyes.

"I wouldn't mind it" I said with a cheeky smile, Gerard gleamed back at me leaning forward to press his slender lips against my slightly fuller lips, the pads of his right fingers traced against my jaw and pudgy cheek as he deepened the kiss into a slow makeout, he leaned into the kiss moving my narrow shoulders slowly to the surface of the somewhat flat roof, he glided his slender body over mine with his precious arms locked either side of my petite frame. His left hand danced gracefully under my hoodie, his long fingers tracing acute patterns across my skin, Gerard held the small of my back, gently pushing my stomach to touch his as he pressed oh so closer to me sending a multitude of lustful shivers down my curved spine. I let out a shaky breath as he gradually removed himself from me, Gerard sat up and shoved his comic into his black backpack.

Once again the silence crept over us and left an awkward breeze between our eager bodies, I darted myself to face him as I pulled my lanky body upright,

"Let's go on a date." I stated in an unusually perky tone, Gerard gave me a curious smile as I held out my hand and heaving his frame to me, causing him to tower over me and press himself against me, kissing my lips slowly.

"Well what are we waiting for?"