MCR Imagines

You had just moved to a town called Belleview, New Jersey. You were a senior in highschool. Today just happens to be your first day at the new school.

Not caring too much about how you looked, you threw on your Anthrax t-shirt and red ripped skinny jeans. You smudge on your navy blue eyeliner, and throw your bag over your shoulder. You rush out the door and get to your crappy car.

The drive to school was quiet, with your car radio not working, and your phone’s volume isn’t all that loud, so you couldn’t drown out your thoughts like you normally would.

You make your way from the car to the inside of the school. You explore around for a while, thanking whoever the hell up there that you got here early. You get to the front office, and ask the secretary for your schedule.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” She asked. She seemed like she had a chip on her shoulder, with the emphasis of ‘sweetie’. She was an older lady with blonde hair and a nametag that read ‘Ms. Harris’. You immediately don’t care for her.

“My name is (Y/F/N),” you respond.

“Oh, here,” she said, tossing the documents at you.

You still try to be polite and say “thank you. Have a nice day.” She just gives you a ‘hmph’ in response.

Trying to find the way to your first period, Science, you bump into someone.

Way to go, dumbass! You think to yourself. You look up to see who you bumped into, which happened to be a man with firetrucking red hair that framed his perfect jawline. Great.

“Sorry,” he says. “Let me help you up.”

“It was my fault, I’m so sorry sir”, you say, talking in the man’s attire. He had on black skinny jeans with black Vans and a black dress shirt with a blood red tie. You noticed a small amount of black eyeliner smudged on his eyes.

“Call me Gerard,” the red haired dude said. “Nice shirt, by the way.”

“(Y/N), and thanks,” you responded. You felt a blush creep up on your face.

Stop it, you thought. There’s no chance there. He seems too good for someone like me. Oh well, I suppose.

~~Time skip, motherfucker~~

The day passed by uneventfully. The red hair man, Gerard, was on your mind a lot. You wondered why you hadn’t seen him since earlier that morning. You made a new friend, Ryder, and you two were walking to your last class together, Art. You had always loved it more than others.

“So the teacher, Mr. Way, is really hot,” Ryder said. Earlier that day, you had learned a few things about Ryder, he was genderfluid. On days he was a girl, his name is Sam, but on days like today, where she is he, his name is Ryder. Ryder was also asexual, so him saying someone is hot, is really saying something.

You two walk in the classroom, right as the bell rings. Luckily, there are two empty seats for the two of you. You quickly set your things down, and look at the front of the room.

“Good afternoon class. Today, we have a new student,” a familiar voice says. You turn to see Gerard at the front of the room, addressing the class. Damn, he was hot. Then, your sensible part of your brain kicked in.

Oh shit, this isn’t good…

Notes

Part 2? If I get at LEAST three people to comment ‘yes’, then you get a part 2. *Also, if you have an idea for an Imagine, then all you have to do is comment the idea and band member, and I’ll write it and credit you the idea for it.*