He watched as she ran through the sprinkler, it was a hot summer day in New Jersey, record hot. None of them had pools, where would they put them? So instead they set up a sprinkler in Ray Toro's yard and proceeded to run through it, soaking their clothes and their hot skin. Mikey and his friend Frank tried to run through it before them, but they were pushed out of the way by Gerard.

He sat on the wet grass and watched as Marjorie stood under the spray, letting the cold water run over her. Her jean shorts were made from a pair of Mikey's old jeans, accidentally cut off pretty high because neither of them had bothered to pay attention to the sewing portion of Home Economics. Her grey wife beater, also his, fit her a little snugly around her budding chest, and he was sure he wasn't the only one to notice. Most of the boys in their seventh grade class had already asked her out, she had went out with a few of them, telling him all about it. He supposed that was the downside of being best friends with the girl your secretly crushing on, your forced to hear everything about the last thing you want to know.

She was his best friend, she had always been. Sure, he had other friends, close ones like Ray, but that didn't mean he wouldn't tell her everything first. Besides, why would she want him in any other way than a friend. He was the weird art kid, with an angry disposition and an obsession with the idea of death. He had tried not to be that weird kid nobody liked, but it just hadn't worked out in his favor, he was surprised that she hadn't ditched him for the more 'popular' crowd, who would've welcomed her with open arms. Instead she stayed with him and their close group of friends, and he just recently discovered how badly he wanted his best friend, Marjorie Ellen Asteria.

Sure, he had always known that he liked her in more than a friend kinda way, but now it was different. Now he noticed things about her, the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her chest rose and fell when she breathed, how her plush lips parted when she was thinking. All of it, he couldn't get her out of his mind. Ever since he hit puberty that was all he thought about, her and her long legs and her cupid's bow lips and her thin waist...

He sighed, watching her cool herself off was so not helping, and neither were his jeans, which started to fell incredibly tight. He got up and playfully pushed her out from the spray of the sprinkler, standing under it himself, attempting to cool himself off, and his mind's track as well. She looked at him with mock anger before smiling evilly and tackling him to the ground. He yelped as she straddled his waist and fought his arms above his head. He struggled under her, bucking his hips unintentionally against her's, inevitably increasing the bulge in his jeans.

"Ahh! Ray, help me!"

Ray chuckled, his wild curls frizzed out from the heat, he winked and shook his head. "No way bro, your on your own." He turned back around, talking to Frankie and Mikey.

"Admit it, I'm stronger than you are."

Her face was set into a triumphant, playful, grin as he struggled to get out from where she had him pinned down, all while the water from the sprinkler is crashing down on them. For her it was just a fun game, for him it was crucial he get out of her hold before she felt something she shouldn't. But, he couldn't help it, he was a horny thirteen year old boy and she was a growing thirteen year old girl, who he was in love with. Maybe...maybe she really wasn't stronger than him, maybe subconsciously, he was letting her win so he could feel her against him...

"Ugghh!" He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, her drenched tank top slide up, exposing her flat stomach. He ran his hands up her slick arms, grabbing her wrists and effectively pinning her down. He smirked at her and she pouted, water droplets clinging to her thick lashes, her knees against his waist as he laid between them. He leaned down, his lips hovering above her's, her lashes fluttering closed, he leaned in, his lips almost on her's...

"Ahh!"

He shrieked and rolled off of her, putting his hand in front of his face, protecting it against the onslaught of water. Marjorie leaned up on her elbows and looked over to see Frankie with the neighbor's hose, spraying water on Gerard and laughing like a maniac. She turned and saw Mikey and Ray rolling on the grass, wrestling, and laughing hard as well, she rolled her eyes and stood up, pushing Frank out of the way she grabbed the hose from his hands and began to spray him with it. Gerard had stood up and ripped the hose out of her hands and began to chase Frankie around the yard.

She shook her head and went over to one of the lawn chairs and sat down while the boys started wrestling each other on the muddy grass. She let out a deep breath, and touched her finger to her lips, she could feel them tingling where Gerard's breath had caressed them. She just almost kissed her best friend, and it didn't even bother her. What bothered her was the fact that he didn't get to kiss her. What did that mean?

She looked over to where he was playing around with the other boys. His dark, long-ish hair was hanging in his face, wet from the water being sprayed, his old band t-shirt was clinging to his body, his pallid skin actually bronzing from the summer sun, his baby face set into determination as he hauled Frank to the ground. She had her chance with many of the boys at school, with the popular crowd, yet she couldn't help but turn them all down. She had went out with a couple of boys hoping to make a certain someone jealous, yet it never seemed to work. She wondered if he actually even liked her like that, because she was discovering that she was starting to like him like that. She didn't care if other kids called him a freak, or that he always seemed to be angry about something, or that he wasn't some buff, skinny little boy. She wanted him, she wanted Gerard Way.

"Raymond Toro Ortiz! Get out of that mud now! Do you know what your father is going to say when he comes home and sees his yard like this? Chico, te lo juro, si no se limpian hasta ahora, así que me ayude!"

His mother stood in the doorway, a dish towel in one hand and the other resting on her hip angrily. Ray stood up sheepishly and went over to his yelling mother, who pulled him inside and shut the door. Gerard, Mikey and Frank got up and made their way over to where Marjorie sat, waiting for Ray to return. He came out a few minutes later, chuckling to himself.

"Sorry about that guys, she over reacts a little sometimes." He shut the sprinkler off and brought the neighbor's hose back over to their lawn, shutting it off as well. "My dad'll be home soon, so you all gotta head out now." He smiled at them, hugging her, slapping hands with Gerard and pushing Frank and Mikey playfully by their heads. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, oh and Gee, we've got band practice with Toby at seven."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Alright, see you man." They started to walk to the front of the house, "Bye Marjorie." she turned and smiled at him.

"Bye Raymond." She giggled as she watched him groan in disgust at the sound of his full name coming from her lips.

They walked quickly down the two blocks and across the park to where the Way household was located, it was still early enough for them to walk home without getting bothered. They walked in the front door, clothes still soaked, and Donna in the kitchen. Mikey and Frank sat down at the bar in the kitchen, talking about some game they used to play in gym. "Mom? What are you doing home so early?"

She turned from making dinner and smiled at Gerard and Marjorie, "Well, I got off early so I sent Grandma home. Marjorie, Frank, you guys staying for dinner?"

"If it's alright with you."

Donna looked over at her younger son and his friend, who nodded his head, then at her oldest son's best friend with a smile. "Your always welcome at our house, you know that. Now all of you, go get cleaned up and ready for dinner."

Mikey and Frank went upstairs to Mikey's room to change into dry clothes and play until dinner was ready. Gerard walked into the living room and down the stairs to his basement bedroom, Marjorie in tow. She watched as he stripped himself of his wet t-shirt and put on a clean one. His skin was so pale, his shoulders matted with freckles.

"Ew, Gee." She sat on his desk chair, to avoid getting his bed wet. He turned to look at her, pulling the shirt down his body, eyebrow quirked. "You've got mud all over you and your putting clean clothes on."

He rolled his eyes at her, hands on his hips. "What, you want me to take a shower or something?"

She couldn't help the images that formed in her mind at his statement, she wondered what he looked like with no clothes on...

"Yes. I'm not sitting next to you when you smell like gross."

He sighed, shaking his head, walking to his bathroom. "You're ridiculous, you know that." She smirked even though he couldn't see it. "Oh, and top drawer, I know your gonna ask so pick a shirt from the top one."

He had just moved down into the basement a few days ago, his Mother and Father asked him if he wanted the room and he accepted. Normally she would know exactly where everything was, but since the move, everything had changed. She could hear the shower starting, he had left the door cracked so she could talk to him if she wanted. She rummaged through the top drawer of his dresser, picking out a shirt that wouldn't be too hot to wear. The air conditioner was in the living room window, so it eventually reached the whole house, but not always. She pulled the wet wife-beater over her head and let it fall with a splat onto the floor, she could still hear the shower running and the Gerard's voice as he sang softly, so she quickly unhooked her bra and squeezed out the water in it before putting it back on. She pulled the well worn white t-shirt down her body and let the dry cotton comfort her. It smelled like him and she smiled. She pulled off her jean shorts and let them fall with her tank top, her underwear were wet as well but there was nothing she could really do about that, so she opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of plaid blue boxers and wore them over her panties.

She was pulling her long hair into a high ponytail when she heard the shower turn off and the door open. He walked over towards her in a clean, dry, pair of gym shorts and no shirt. He glanced down at her choice of attire and quirked an eyebrow at his boxers. "New fashion statement?"

"You won't mention it again, unless you have a deathwish."

He walked closer to her, his arms crossed over his bare chest, a smirk on his lips. "Oh, really now." They were relatively the same height, Gerard hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, so she still had the advantage. She went from looking into his green eyes, to his lips, and back.

"Hey, Gerard," She noticed his breathing becoming a tad harsher, his jaw clenched. "when you pinned me down, before Frank got you with the hose, what were you about to do?"

His eyed widened slightly and he gulped loudly. "I, ah, I wasn't going to do anything."

She furrowed her eyebrows in thought, "Oh, so...you weren't going to kiss me?" she watched as he stuttered for a few moments, looking everywhere but her eyes. "Gerard, if you want to kiss me, just kiss me."

He breathed in deep and looked into her ocean colored eyes, he brought a hand up to her cheek, and rubbed the freckles on her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. He leaned his head into hers, hovering lightly over her lips before closing his eyes and gently bringing his lips down to her's. He felt her hands press against his chest, his other hand went to her cheek as well. It started out slow and timid, then she pushed her lips harder against his, his hand traveled down to her neck, his thumbs rubbing over her tender skin. She stepped closer to him so their bodies were touching, her arms going around his neck, tangling them in his wet hair, bringing his mouth harder against her's. She heard his moan as their bodies touched, or maybe it was her, she wasn't really sure anymore.

"Kids, dinner!"

They jumped apart quicker than lightning, chests heaving, faces flushed, lips slightly swollen. "C-coming Ma." Their gaze never left each other as he pulled on a clean shirt and she nervously tucked stray waves and curls behind her ears. He found it strange to see her acting to timid and nervous, she was always the outgoing, forward one, she just proved that a couple minutes ago.

She opened her mouth as if to say something but closed it quickly. He took her hand in his as they made their way up the stairs, "Let's just...forget about it." he forced a smiled down at her and unclasped her hand as they walked into the kitchen.

He had turned around and missed the crestfallen look that came across her face at what he said, if only she knew why he said it. When he saw her at a loss for words, the nervous, frantic look in her eyes, he knew she was going to tell him it was a mistake, that she only loved him as a friend. He wouldn't be able to take it if she told him that, he knew he wouldn't. So, he did the only logical thing he could think of, pretend it never happened.

Notes

The next chapter will be older, high school teenage. And from next chapter on they'll be that age and older. Let me know how you like it!