“So what you’re telling me is you’re single?” I stared at him, kind of terrified. “I like girls.”He looked me up and down. “Shame"
A/N: Chapter two of this madness. This one was by Chloe, Oh and I'd like to inform you that I was the one who came up with the OC's name and later remembered it was her name so it's not an intentional self insert.Just in case you were wondering. Hope you guys like it!
“Dude, a bear could not beat a shark in a fight!” Mikey said for the hundredth time.
“Seriously, sharks are fucking ferocious; it would tear a bear to pieces!” He was driving me to check out the apartment I’d seen an ad for. We left a little later than intended; it was about 11:30 now. The girl, whoever she was, would not appreciate this.
“I don’t care what you say Mikey, a bear would demolish a shark.”
“No, it wouldn’t Gerard!”
“Yes it would!”
“Are you even kidding me! That’s like saying reindeer can’t fly!”
“Reindeer can’t fly Mikey!”
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”
“Jesus Christ!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. It was ridiculous how serious this argument was getting. “Mikey, you’re twenty, magic doesn’t exist.”
“Then how the hell does Santa fly around the world in one night huh? EXPLAIN THAT!”
I stared at him dumbfounded for a second. I could see the smirk on his face as if he’d won. “Oh God, Mom never had the talk with you did she?”
“Mom had the talk with me Gerard, I know where babies come from. That has nothing to do with this conversation.”
“No, Mikey. Santa isn’t real.”
He slammed on the brakes and turned to me. “LIAR. GET OUT OF THE CAR.”
“NO. GET. OUT.”
“But it’s raining like fuck!”
“Did I stutter?”
We stared at each other for a moment before I threw my hands up. “Fine. Ask Mom about it if you want.” I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. He drove off as soon as I shut the door. And of course, I was stuck in the rain without an umbrella and unsure of where I was.
A loud crash of thunder sounded and I started running. It is not good to be out right now, Jesus fuck this is not good.
After a while I finally found the apartment complex and I think the right apartment, although it was very dark out. I knocked on the door and immediately regretted it. It was midnight, a really bad thunderstorm, and I think the lights went out. Fuck she’s gonna be scared out of her wits.
The door cracked open and I could barely make out the terrified look on her face. After a few moments of awkward silence I spoke up. “Uh, hi.”
“Please tell me you don’t want to make me into a sweater.”
“Um, no, I, uh, damn, I shouldn’t have come this late. I’m sorry, I’m here about the ad?” Oh Jesus fuck no I was at the wrong apartment. I could feel it. Shit! I opened my mouth to apologize profusely and then leave but she spoke first.
“Oh, yeah, well, come in. I guess.” She opened the door all the way and held out her hand to shake. “I’m Chloe Ross.”
“I’m Gerard Way,” I answered while shaking her hand. “I know I must be intruding but my brother and I got in an argument and kicked me out of the car about a block from here so I decided to walk. I was gonna do this tomorrow but since my bags were already packed I decided to scare the shit outta you.”
Why the hell did I say that? Shit she’s gonna hate me.
Suddenly the lights flickered on and I could finally see her properly. Fuck, she was hot. She had long brown hair that fell down her back in waves and beautiful eyes the color of chocolate. She was tall for a chick and slender but damn, she had curves!
“Look let’s discuss this tomorrow, I’m tired and scared out of my mind. You’re soaking because you apparently had to walk a block in a fucking thunderstorm. Bathroom is to your left and your room is next door, goodnight. Oh! And if a guy wants to come in at morning and he’s checking you out and making comments about your ass, he’s my best friend so let him in. Just don’t say anything remotely sexual around him because he will spend the rest of his life trying to do you.”
“I, uh…Thanks.” I smiled nervously and made my way to where she said the bathroom was. This was all kind of…weird. I was almost positive she would pepper spray me or something.
The next morning I got up kind of early for me. From the looks of it Chloe was still asleep. I felt a little awkward in this situation now. I was in her apartment, which hopefully would be my apartment too. Shit, I didn’t really have many options right now.
I sat on her couch with my sketchpad hoping some inspiration would come to me. I had a cool idea a few days ago but now it was gone. Suddenly my phone rang, it was Mikey.
“Hey Mikey, look I’m—“
“I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY YOU ASS HOLE.”
“What?” I was so confused. Was this about the argument last night? He sounded really upset.
“I ASKED MOM LIKE YOU SAID.” Fucking Christ. “HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ME FOR TWENTY YEARS!?”
“Jesus Mikey! Calm. Down.”
“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!”
The front door opened and a guy walked in. He looked about the same height as Chloe and had dark brown hair. He looked at me for a second, raised an eyebrow then smiled.
“Look, Mikey, I’m not gonna talk to you until you calm down.” The guy walked over and sat down next to me.
“GERARD YOU HAVE LIED TO ME I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!” Mikey was shouting so loud that I’m sure the guy could hear. I glanced over at him and he was just staring at me with a weird smile on his face. It was…weird.
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“DON’T YOU DARE!”
“Then calm the fuck down, Jesus!”
“I HATE YOU.”
“You’re acting like a five year old. Fuck. Call me back when you’re calm.” I quickly hung up the phone and took the battery out.
I looked over at the guy next to me and he was still just staring. It was really awkward.
“So is Mikey your boyfriend?” He asked.
“What!? No! No. Mikey is my brother.”
“So what you’re telling me is you’re single?”
I stared at him, kind of terrified. “I like girls.”
He looked me up and down. “Shame.”
“Who the hell even are you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Brendon.” He held out his hand to me to shake and I took it reluctantly.
“So, is your brother gay?”
This guy was really weird. I’m not sure I could deal with that. “You’re very forward aren’t you?”
“I’ve been told so yes,” he said as if he were proud of himself.
“That’s not necessarily a good thing…” I muttered under my breath. “Uh Chloe’s still asleep I think,” I said loud enough for him to hear this time.
“I’ll go remedy that.”
“What?” He hopped off the couch and ran down the hallway to her room. I couldn’t see what was happening but I could certainly hear it.
“CHLOE GET YOUR LILY-WHITE ASS OUT OF BED YOU’RE LATE FOR WORK!”
“Shit! Fuck!” I heard bumping around and then Chloe came barreling down the hall pulling on a pair of shorts. She looked over at me and stopped. She whirled around to Brendon who was dying of laughter. “YOU ASSHAT! IT’S SATURDAY!”
“What, I thought you might want to see Pete on your day off?” He burst out laughing again and almost fell over.
“You are such an ass!”
“But I’m your ass. Wait shit! That sounds wrong!”
I just sat, watching the whole spectacle. They were both really loud. Like really loud. I bet Chloe’s neighbors hated it.
“Anyway,” Brendon immediately changed subjects. “You remember that wonderful specimen of a man I met last week?” Chloe just stared at him. “You remember! I know you do! You know, long brown hair, super skinny, and oh man his hips!”
“Uh yeah. Brendon I’ve got stuff to do.”
“But I need to tell you about William!” He was practically pouting.
“And I need to talk to Gerard. You can tell me later ok?”
He huffed a little but left. Chloe turned to me and motioned for me to follow her. “So you want some pancakes?” I followed her into the kitchen where she started pulling out different ingredients.
“Uh sure.” I wasn’t exactly sure what just happened.
“I’m sorry about Bren. He’s kind of…well he’s a handful.” Well that seemed like an understatement. “So, what was the argument with your brother about? If it’s not too personal, that is.”
I pursed my lips. It was such a ridiculous argument. “Well actually, it was, uhh. It was who would win in a fight. A shark or a bear.”
She snorted. “You were fighting over that? That’s so obvious though! A shark would totally win.”
I shook my head. “No. A bear would have a fighting chance in the water and definitely on land.”
“Well no shit on land! A shark would die out of water, but bears? Come on they would die in water,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Bears can swim you know.” I pointed out. “Besides, they have claws and can bite. Sharks can only bite so a bear would eat them first.”
“You make a good point.” She looked me up and down with her arms crossed over her chest. “I like you Gerard. So rent is $450 and electricity and water are $100.”
I sighed with relief. “Thanks.”