The height of alternative music was now. 2007. Gerard had personally taken up the helm as the king of emo, bearing a title that no one else could scratch. You had become the essential Harley Quinn of that world, sporting circus inspired outfits and having a generally unhinged sort of showmanship that you displayed as your personality. And my god, Gerard loved it. Off stage, he was quiet. Nerdy. Pretty. Handsome. Awkward. You were the complete opposite. Batshit crazy. Unhinged. Unapologetic. But that's enough of the dynamic. You lay in bed, staring at your ceiling. Little did you know, Gerard was doing that exact same thing; all the while his thoughts drifted back to you. 'That's it.' He thought as he pushed himself out of bed and trudged his way to your room. 'That's it. I'm done. Im so done for. God, frank is going to get a kick out of this. Look at me, I'm going to her room at 4am because why? Because I'm just going to ask her how her day was? Just so I have an excuse to touch her hand? No, that sounds weird. God, I'm pathetic.' He thought to himself as he swung the door open and closed it behind him.

Of course, no thought went according to plan.

"Hey... uh... mind if I bunk with you tonight? Frankie's snoring and I'm actually going to choke him if I have to stay in there." The excuse flew out of his lips perfectly before he could stop himself. He needed to get his act together. He was in love with you, for God's sake. He needed to put on that mask he wore on stage and preached about, being the sherif of emo town or whatever. Whatever he needed to be, he needed to stop being so shy around you. And somehow, it came out perfectly.