…Clink.

Clink.

The sound of raining pouring down outside, hitting the concrete sidewalk outside of your house could be heard, as well as the faint thudding of pebbles hitting your window.

Clink.

Being a cheerleader and being in a relationship with a punk-outcast wasn’t for the weak hearted, to say the very least.

However, even throughout all the bullying you received, dating Gerard was one of the best things that had happened in your life. He was one of, if not the sweetest boy ever, save for the few times he was a bad influence.

Enter: Tuesday, April 24th, 2006. A prime example of this.

It was almost midnight. You both certainly had school the next morning. Yet, Gerard was incessantly texting you from where he stood on your lawn.

’i’ll keep tossing rocks at your window’

…

’just sneak out and don’t tell a soul goodbye’

You finally got out of bed, body clad in some ratty old pink unicorn pajama pants from when you were ten, as well as a loose-fitting gray tank top. You pulled your shoes on and quickly laced them up tight, before opening your window.

You casted a hesitant glance over your shoulder, out into the hallway from the crack in your ajar door. Distantly, you could hear the sound of your dad snoring a few rooms over. Your attention moved back to Gerard, who was standing a few feet away.

The graces of being poor and having your house be only one story, was that it was the easiest thing ever to sneak out. And, so, sneak out you did, clambering out of the window with Gerard’s aid to make sure you didn’t fall on your ass.