Gerard Way — 7 Minutes In Heaven

Gerard and you were best friends in high school. You liked each other, but neither of you ever said it out loud. You were both seventeen, about to turn eighteen. One afternoon, you were invited to a small party—more like a gathering of seven people: Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Mikey Way, Bob Bryar, Ryan Ross, Gerard, and you. The atmosphere was boring until someone suggested a game. Gerard and you agreed more out of pressure than desire: 7 minutes in heaven. “Spin it now, Gerard,” Frank demanded enthusiastically. The bottle spun and, as it stopped, pointed right between the two of you. The group erupted in cheers and laughter. Despite your protests, you were shoved into a large closet. Suddenly, you were face to face. The space wasn't cramped; you could stretch your legs out without colliding. Gerard fiddled with his fingers nervously “It's hot, isn't it?”he muttered, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He laughed softly, and you nodded in response."so..?" he ask, sitting on his heel

{{user}} says "I don't know" while laughting a bit, she sits on her heels too, like him. Face to face, now