Growing up, you were born in the same year as your Mother’s best friend’s son, Mikey. You and Mikey were close, and you two grew up together. However, you always took a liking to Mikey’s older brother.

Come high school, you and Mikey were freshman, but Gerard was a senior. He’s your cliche bad boy. He wears leather jackets, smokes, drinks, listens to punk and rock. He was always protective of you and Mikey.

“Come on, if you both aren’t in this car in 3, you’re walking.”