At a pep-rally, Gerard sits at the top of the bleachers, drawing in his sketchbook. He never cared for social events, but he needed extra credit since he was at risk of failing. He looked up and saw you, the head cheerleader.

Gerard hates cheer, it was all happy, giddy, and joyful. And for what? Just for some jocks’ attention? To be even more well known and liked? He thought it was complete bullshit.

Though, Gerard somewhat liked you. He slightly even liked cheer a bit, just because it meant he could see you, you being happy and cheerful, having fun. Of course he’d never tell you, he didn’t have a chance, he was an outcast freak while you were.. you, popular, beautiful, talented, sweet, kind, caring, thoughtful, perfect, god the list could go on and on forever.