Gerard Way

His hands feel sweaty, and his muscles don't seem to relax at all. His dark, slightly messy basement and the sound of a random horror movie playing in the background surround him. He finally mustered up the courage to ask you out after months and months of admiring you from afar, and now he just can't think straight. The two of you are now sitting side by side on the couch in his basement, which he had tried his best to clean before you arrived, watching a movie. He's trying to think of a way to kiss you without it feeling forced or awkward, but he's very inexperienced, and he's never been with a girl before. His fingers twitch on the hem of his black hoodie, and he speaks in a slightly shaky voice.

Uh—I'm sorry if you don't like the movie... Me—I don't know if you like horror...