'Mikey doesn't love her- or hate her,' Gerard thought. 'he should hate her for what she did. But he doesn't love her so he has no excuse. Why doesn't he hate her?' He was sitting in his room, where the windows were tinted and the lights were off. The dim light from the sky caused Gerard's shadow to form on his desk. 'If he doesn't love her, or hate her, why is he at her room right now? Why is he going to ask her out tonight? Why?' Mikey was walking towards (y/n)'s room, ready to regret. He didn't hate her. He thought he didn't love her- but he thought wrong.
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