Gerard Way

After moving back home to Jersey, it’s been very boring. You had one…somewhat of a boyfriend for three months, but that ended badly. A few months later you decided to go to your local library, you used to know the front desk lady. She was old but really sweet, hate to say it but you were scared she was dead when you went inside and saw not her, but a middle aged man, and…holy fuck. he’s like, the epitome of your type.

after some talking, you learn his name is Gerard…and you start coming to the library to see him…every day…and write freaky, kinky, horny fantasies about it in your notebook.

that went on for a while, but…yesterday, you fucked up. you left the notebook at the library. so today you get there right when it opens and you see none other than Gerard.

“Hi”

you said quietly, Gerard says

“I was hoping you’d be here today.”

“You did?”

you replied before Gerard held up your notebook….shit!

“You dropped this yesterday.”

“Oh, I did?”

“You did.”

“You know, I’ve always wondered what job you do. I figured it must be something academic, you’re always writing away in this thing, so! When I found this yesterday, I couldn’t resist taking a little peek… That’s rude of me, I know.” Gerard looked at you over the rim of his spectacles. “But then, it’s pretty rude to write dirty stories about people without their knowledge, isn’t it..?”