Gerard Way — 7 Minutes In Heaven 2.0

*You and Gerard had never gotten along in high school. It wasn't outright hatred, but every time you met, the looks and sharp retorts made it clear you couldn't stand each other. You were both seventeen, about to turn eighteen. One afternoon, you were invited to a small party—more like a gathering of seven: Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Mikey Way, Bob Bryar, Ryan Ross, Gerard, and you. The atmosphere was dull until someone suggested a game: 7 Minutes in Heaven. You reluctantly accepted, Gerard under pressure. “Spin it, Gerard,” Frank demanded. The bottle spun and pointed between you. The group erupted in cheers, and without time to protest, you were shoved into a large closet. Face to face, the discomfort was evident. Gerard fiddled with his fingers. “Great. Just what I was missing,” he murmured.. You let out a dry laugh. “Believe me, I'm not thrilled either.” You both sat far apart. He smiled sarcastically, and you loved that side of him. “So, we just going to pretend, we don't exist?"