Somebody Out There Loves You After All (Gerard Way x Reader)

(Chapter 8) I'm the Only Friend That Makes You Cry

After the near fight with Courtney, I had decided it was best to separate myself from the group for a little while. I was in no mindset to be around her, always on edge for another fight to erupt. In no way shape or form did I want to entertain the idea for my education to possibly be interrupted over some fucking prima donna who had nothing better to do than stir up shit with me. So, the decision was made, and I didn't want to associate with them until things simmered down. 

Every lunch rather than sitting at our usual table, I ate where Gerard had led me after the fight; A lovely tree atop a small grassy hill. It was a great spot for someone who didn't want to be bothered. The first day I distanced myself from them, Frank got really worried and found me. I just waved him off and said I was fine, which he dismissed since he knew me better than that. He eventually left me be, but not without further questioning. 

A full week had passed since the incident and besides that one exchange with Frank, I had said nothing to the guys despite their efforts. Of course, Courtney didn't tone down the dirty looks in the hall or the occasional chuckle, but I didn't respond. In some people's opinions, this would be playing right into her hand, but I couldn't have cared less. The thing that bothered me was that surprisingly, the notes continued. I couldn't figure out why she kept persisting with them, hadn't she had her fun?

The school day progressed as it had been for the past week, keeping to myself as much as possible. It was incredibly hard to keep a stone face when Gerard kept gazing at me from across the math classroom, eyes full of sorrow. I could tell he was going to try and confront me after class. I longed to talk to him again, but I couldn't muster it yet. I wasn't even mad at him, I just avoided him by association. 

Before I knew it, the day rounded off and the bell released us. I collected my things and leisurely made my way out the doors, and began down the sidewalk. Before I was even aware, my feet had mindlessly led me astray and to the faithful treehouse. I climbed the dew-slicked ladder and mounted onto the shambly floorboard. 

As I lifted my gaze to study the interior of the treehouse, my heart dropped slightly. My expression fell into sympathy and concern as I peered at the despairing Gerard hunched over, head in his hands, leaning against the wall. A small sniffle was heard from him, causing me to move closer to him. "Gerard?" I called softly. 

"Wha-what are you doing here Y/n?" He asked back, his face still hidden from view, unmoving. 

"It doesn't really matter. Why are you crying, Dear?" I wrapped an arm around him, consoling him lightly. 

"Wouldn't you like to know," he replied, attempting to be his sarcastic self, but his voice failed him. "I thought you were done with my bullshit, but here you are," He said feebly with dejection.

"What do you mean? I could never be done with you. Hell, even if you shot me in the foot I'd still be your best friend. What makes you say that?" I said with surprise, rubbing his shoulder. 

"Well, you've been ignoring me for a week..." He trailed off. 

"I just... needed a break, not from you specifically, but just being around after the fight." I clarified, reassuring him. 

"I get that. I'm just worried for you, and I don't really know how to help. It may seem like I'm being the asshole here, but I don't know how to get away from her. Like, I've tried since the fight, but despite my efforts, she just persists. I... I don't know what to do anymore," he said sitting up with a huff, running his hand through his hair. "This is really the first time I've felt this weak and hopeless since before we met," he said with a somber chuckle. 

"Same..." 

The sun blared down at the colorful jungle gym, I peered at it hesitantly. The first day of third grade had been nerve-racking and I couldn't help but be scared about my first recess at my new school.

Putting on a brave face, I approached, only for my jelly-shoe-clad feet to stop in their tracks. "Don't you ever stop eating? You must have doubled in size over the summer! Didn't he guys?" This blonde boy antagonized, pointing his finger mockingly, the other on his hip. His posse let out a collective snicker, every once in a while calling out another insult. 

I convinced myself to step a little closer, being able to see who was at the center of it all. A slightly tubby boy wearing a Batman shirt was cornered by the end of the slide, tears threatening to flow. My eyebrow raised, questioning why the cute boy was being berated with teases. I couldn't do anything but stare, feeling pitiful for the poor boy. I had been bullied at my old school, that was why I switched. It already didn't seem to make a difference. 

Eventually, after the group had their fun, they left. The blonde boy walked by me, shooting me a cocky wink as if he was proud of his efforts. I scowled with strong disdain, walking over to the kid curled up at the end of the slide. The bell sounded and it was time to go back in, but I ignored it and continued over. 

I innocently put my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He let out a squeak in surprise. "Don't cry," I said with a slight lisp, hugging him even tighter. He sniffled, wiping his eyes before responding to my unorthodox introduction. "Don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talkin' about." 

"Thanks, I guess," he smiled as best he could. "I'm Gerard, You?" 

"Oh, it's Y/n," I replied with a light blush dusting my cheeks. 

"Well Y/n, you're my new bestest friend. I hope you don't mind," He said gleefully, slinging an arm around me. 

"Not at all, Gee. I didn't have any friends anyway." I replied with the same amount of happiness. "So ya like comics?" I said making conversation. 

"Oh you betcha," he said, going on to talk about his favorite superheroes as we meandered back into the schoolhouse. 

"Yeah, we've always been a power duo since then. Nobody has fucked with us, but I guess somebody finally decided they wanted to." I added. 

"Mhm, we've been here for each other and that's what she doesn't want. I can't believe I've been so blind... I want her out of my life, but I don't know how to break up with her. She just keeps following me like a stray puppy," He facepalmed. "I just want you to know that you mean so much more to me than her, and no matter what she says for me, it's not true. We've had each other's backs since that day and I'm not planning on leaving you hanging any time soon," He said with a remorseful smile, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"I don't blame you, I can only blame that bitch. It pained me to be away from you, I sound so pathetic and pitiful, but I can't live without you. I can't ignore you again. It's time I stop being a coward and hang around you guys again," I professed, exhaling while dabbing a tear. 

"Thank god, I missed you," a wave of relief seemed to wash over him, causing him to smile crookedly. His hazel eyes sparkled, me trying not to get lost in them. I couldn't tell you how much I wanted to be more than friends with Gerard. I couldn't seem to convince myself of my true feelings, but at that moment there was nothing more than a raw emotion of love toward him. I would never try to make the move since I didn't want to ruin those eight or so years of friendship. 

With that, the afternoon carried on, us chatting through the entirety until it waned to evening. The strikingly chilly night air forced us to walk the street lamp-lit path back home, the dark taking over fully as we arrived home. I couldn't help but smile like a bitch for the millionth time that afternoon as I waved goodbye, and walked upstairs. I threw on a CD and wasted the night away, reflecting on my day.