You only hear the music when your heart begins to break.

Aislin Misark


Aislin wasn't sure what her cousin Lucille would think of her friends. To begin with, Lucille came from a bit of a higher socioeconomic class. And growing up? They'd always been raised differently. While her parents thought it was good for Aislin to run around get scraped knees, and encourage her passions- Lucille's were different. At almost every family gathering, her cousin was always dressed in stiff, new, expensive looking dresses. Meanwhile, Aislin wore anything from pretty dresses to jeans and a tee. It wasn't that her parents didn't discipline her, but they never saw any fuss in letting their child pick what kind of clothes she wanted to wear. As long as she was a good, polite kid- and Aislin thought she was. Though the girl was pretty sure that Lucy's parents thought of her as a wild wolf pup running about. And while they minded, Lucy never did and the two girls got on like two peas in a pod. So when Lucy moved closer to Aislin in New Jersey- Aislin had been doing her damnedest to get Lucy's parents to let their daughter hang out with Aislin and her friends. Every time the two families would have dinner with one another, Aislin would always ask. They would always find some excuse. However, today after talking with Lucy the girl had decided to try a different approach.

She had driven to Lucille's house after school in the car her parents got her a couple months ago for her seventeenth- it was a rust bucket but as long as it ran right? Anyway she had gotten to Lucy's house and let herself in. Of course Lucy's mother had been shocked to see her and after questioning what was going on, Aislin had explained that it had been forever since she and Lucy had a girls night, and since they were both going to different colleges after next year- that she wanted to spend time with her cousin. Luck had shined down on the pair when her cousin's mother agreed. After Lucy packed an overnight bag, the two hurried out the front door before her aunt could change her mind. They had gone back to Aislin's for a bit, where Frank and Mikey were already waiting. Mikey was leaning against the counter while Frank happily chattered with her mother over a cup of coffee at her kitchen table. After quick introductions- they kind of already knew each other after all. Aislin's mother was surprised but pleased to see her niece. It was peaceful, yet fun. Sometimes being with the boys could be a little chaotic. In the words of her father, Frank could be a little rambunctious, and while Mikey looked quiet- he'd often go along with what everyone else was doing.By the time six-thirty rolled around the group all piled into Aislin's car, and after a bit of shoving Frank had gotten the passenger seat from the blonde Way.

They were going to see some slasher film, in theaters for it's anniversary so not only was it going to busy- it was going to be scary. Normally Aislin would of complained- but she was going with Frank. He always let Aislin hide her face in his shoulder when she got scared. Well, he never complained anyway. The thought had brought a blush to her cheeks, for the past couple years Aislin had been quietly dealing with her feelings for Frank. They were supposed to be the best of friends, though every time he offered that crooked little half-grin at her, her stomach would flip and her heart would forget how to beat properly. And since she hadn't told anyone that she was harboring feelings for her dark haired friend, it was a miracle that no one had figured it out. Although Gerard had teased them both on occasion. She pretended not to notice his gaze as they all chattered, and Frank multi-tasked by fiddling with the radio. It was one of his quirks she noted, though didn't mind. They were all pretty excited by the time that Aislin found a spot, parked and made it into the packed theater. "Lucy and I will find seats, did Gerard end up wanting to meet us here?" She asked Mikey, wondering how many seats to save. The youngest Way shook his head. "No, he never got back to me last night. Probably forgot."

It was weird with Gerard being off in college. For three years he always used to be around, but this being his first year away it kind of always felt weird only grabbing three seats. Not to mention, Aislin thought that Lucille and Gerard would get along. They were both artsy- Gerard was even majoring in art. She had already told Lucy all this, rather excitedly on the way to Aislin's house. "Maybe next time. We'll see you guys inside!" She waved, and lead her cousin to their theater anxiously scanning her face for any indication of what she thought. "They're nice right?" Aislin finally prompted as they found their seats, settling into them. There was a spot open next to the girl for Frank, and one next to Lucy for Mikey while the two girls sat next to one another. "I always want to invite you to things but it's hard sometimes. I think your parents haven't forgotten the Thanksgiving incident." A couple years ago Aislin had been sick during the holidays. She'd accidentally lost the contents of her stomach and dinner on Lucy's father's suit while she was trying to clear the table to help Lucy. While in retrospect it always made her laugh- back then Aislin had been horrified. Eventually the movie started and the other two boys joined them just in time for the start of the film.It was horrifying and Aislin thought she spent more time with her face hidden in Frank's shoulder.

The soft fabric of his shirt tickling her cheek while she breathed his normal scent of cigarettes and vanilla whenever someone got hacked and slashed to pieces. He didn't seem to mind, and he'd tap her leg when the worst of the horror parts were over. By the time the film was over and the four headed back to Aislin's car she was sufficiently frightened. "That was the worst Frank. I can't believe I let you talk me into that. Next time I pick the film!" Aislin declared as they all piled into the car. Although, they both knew that she would go to the next horror film with him as well. "Lucy, do you want to drop these two ruffians off and head back to my place? Or do you want to hang out at Mikey's for awhile? Donna wont' mind." Aislin asked as she guided the car out of the theater. There was a hesitation though after prodding by Frank, Lucy agreed to head to the Way's for a little bit. It wasn't a long ride, and by the time they got there it was half past eight. A lot earlier than they usually got there on a Friday evening. Though, to Aislin's surprise, Gerard's car was in the driveway pulled into the spot he used when he was home. "Well look it that. The prodigal son returns home. Sorry Mikey." Aislin teased as they all tumbled out of the car and headed towards the doorway. It would be good to have everyone together again, and it appeared Lucille would get to meet everyone tonight. To offer her a silent confidence, Aislin made sure to stick close to her cousin as they entered the house.

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Gerard Way


They all worried about him while he was at college. Especially his mother, and why shouldn't she? He was the oldest, the first of her children to kinda leave the nest and start striking out on his own. Kind of. Gerard knew he wanted to do something... Artsy. Something liberal arts- and so for the past year he found himself ending up towards graphic arts, with the eventual goal of drawing comics or something. He'd figure that out some day. But Gerard liked his school well enough. His professors, while busy and a little flustered, were kind. They would explain things he didn't understand, and the other kids could hardly spare him a second glance. At first it had worried him, but Gerard figured it was better than being the center of negative attention. Besides, it enabled his more anti-social tendencies- and it wasn't like he didn't have friends. Sure his brother Mikey, and Frank were still in high school- but they swung by his dorm often enough. Whenever Frank got into a fight with his mother, was too drunk to go home, or simply wanted to spend time with him he'd stop by. The same went for Mikey; not that Gerard minded their company. His roommate Ray liked the duo as well- so their visits didn't strain Gerard's current living situation.

And of course, homework sucked but by some grace in the universe Gerard managed to keep his grades up- much better than he had in high school. All in all? College suited him well. Sure he still had his gripes. The food from the student cafeteria was disgusting, Gerard wouldn't feed it to a dog, but Donna always made sure he left with plenty of leftovers when he stopped by. He hated doing his own laundry, and half the time put it off until he had an entire backseat and passenger seat full of dirty clothes. But the independence did Gerard good. Even his mother had to admit. Today had been one of those laundry days. His last class had been math, and after taking a mock exam, he wanted nothing more than to go home and hang out with his friends, grab some of his mother's cooking and do some laundry before going back to school. He knew it was likely at least Frankie and Aislin were over, one was seldom without the other and both liked to invade the house whenever they could. So, Gerard had loaded his favorite clothes into a hamper, somehow managed to fit everything into his shitty already full of art supplies and books and random assortments of junk, and head to home.

The traffic was bad, but it always was and it was pushing eight when Gerard pulled up to his house with his speakers blaring Misfits. His neighbors probably hated him, though the dark haired male couldn't really care less. He hadn't called ahead, but it didn't matter. His mother never minded when he showed up out of the blue. Getting his clothes up the driveway was actually a struggle. The hamper was heavier than he anticipated and there was no way he was doing this four times in one night- so Gerard decided he'd stay the night. With some difficulty he finally reached the door, and all but pushed his way through. "Ma, I'm home!" He called, kicking the door behind him. "Let me guess, you need your laundry done?" She called back, and the student grinned. "Something like that!" Gerard agreed, dragging his hamper into the laundry room the bottom scraping against their floors. It didn't take long to haphazardly throw in the first load, and stretching out his back he made his way through the house to find his mother and father on the couch, watching some show about fixing up old houses. Sitting on the open loveseat he glanced around, confused by the lack of Mikey and the usual troublemakers.

Did he come on one of the rare times they managed to harass Frank's parents into hosting a sleepover? Gerard had been kind of looking forward to seeing his brother. It'd been a few weeks. "Mikey and his friends should be home soon. They went to see that new slasher film. How are you?" Don asked, and Gee shrugged easily. "Tired. Had a math test today." His father nodded, and the two talked for awhile longer before Donna cut in. "If you're hungry there's leftover roast in the fridge if you want to heat a plate of it up." At once his stomach rumbled. "Yeah, that sounds great." Gerard agreed, before getting to his feet and giving his parents a kiss on the cheek before retreating into the kitchen. In the kitchen his art pad and a few of his pencils laid on the table from the last time he was here, and Gerard had meant to grab it. Oh well, at least he could draw while his dinner heated up. Gerard was in the middle of multi-tasking, alternating between bites of food and trying to shade in the newest drawing he hadn't completely gotten to finish when the door banged open and at once three familiar and loud voices swirled towards him. "It was disgusting Frank. Last time you pick the movie!" Frank just giggled, as they trampled towards the living room to greet his parents.

After that it was only a matter of seconds before the group descended on the kitchen, with Mikey's head poking around the doorway first. "Figured we'd find you here." He joked stepping into the room followed by the other tw-three? Frankie and Aislin were still arguing about which was the better genre- comedy or horror though both paused offering their little hello's. But behind Aislin trailed a face he'd never seen. A girl, that looked similar to Aislin, and Gerard felt his heart speed up a little bit. She was beautiful sure, big blue eyes and dark hair. She looked shy, almost as if she felt out of place and when Aislin noticed his gaze lingering on the unnamed girl she paused and offering an impish grin pulled her forward a little bit. "Oh right, Gerard you haven't met my cousin yet. Gerard, Lucille though everyone calls her Lucy. Lucy, that's Gerard the one I was telling you about. Mikey's older brother." She said it innocently enough though Gerard was curious to know what exactly Aislin had been saying about him. Awkwardly he hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth standing up to offer his hand to the woman. "I'm Gerard. Apparently Aislin has told you about me. I don't dare ask what exactly she said." He spoke lightly, softly as he didn't want to make Lucy nervous or anything.

Lucy Gallagher


Lucy knew that her parents would probably flip out if they found that the supposed “girls night” wasn’t actually a thing. She knew that the only reason her mother had agreed was because Aislin had mentioned the whole college situation. Her parents claimed that they only wanted what was best for their daughter, and Stanford was definitely pretty high up there on the whole college spectrum, but it was also on the west coast, and that meant the two cousins would be on opposite sides of the country in a year’s time. That was precisely what her parents wanted and Lucy knew it for a fact. Making an accusation like that might have seemed a bit harsh, but Lucy knew her parents, and she knew they held a strong dislike for Aislin and how her parents had raised her. It shouldn’t have been taken personally though. The Gallagher’s turned their noses up at anyone who didn’t have Ivy League written all over them.

Regardless of whether her parents found out the truth or not, Lucy was nearly ready to head out the second her cousin’s car pulled up in front of the house. She might not have known if her mother would agree to let her go out or not, but she hadn’t wanted to take any chances by sticking around for too long so that she could change her mind. After a quick goodbye was said, she was out the door, overnight bag thrown over her shoulder before her mother could even begin to consider changing her mind. She planned on taking full advantage of how much closer she lived to Aislin now, and she’d be damned if she allowed her parents to get in the way of it. Not long after that, Lucy was introduced to a few of Aislin’s friends. Introductions weren’t too necessary though; she had met both Frank and Mikey previously one summer at a barbecue at her aunt and uncle’s. That night had been cut rather short when her father made up some sort of an excuse about there being an emergency at his office. Lucy wasn’t blind or stupid though. She had seen the judgmental stares her parents had been sending towards the boys. She knew that if they learned she and Aislin were hanging out with them tonight that they wouldn’t be pleased at all.

They didn’t stick around the house for too long, only just enough really for Lucy to stick her bag in her cousin’s room and then awkwardly stand about in the kitchen like a fish out of water for a little while. She didn’t have a problem with Aislin’s friends, it was the complete opposite actually, she just wasn’t used to them. Her parents were very selective about who they let her associate with, if Aislin wasn’t family she was certain they would have squashed that friendship years ago, and so she was used to hanging around with snooty rich kids who only cared to talk about the new car their daddy had just gotten for them or the trip to Europe they were going on for spring break. She liked that Aislin’s friends weren’t like that, but she still felt a bit out of place with them. Like she didn’t belong.

They were all seeing a movie that night though, so there would be a distraction for the out of place feeling she’d had the moment she walked into her cousin’s house, and Lucy piped up a bit when she learned it was the slasher film that had been brought back into theaters for a short run for its anniversary. Her reaction had surprised both boys a moment before Frank gave her cousin a light shove and asked why she didn’t bring Lucy around more often. Lucy was a bit less tense from then on out; maybe she wasn’t so different from her cousin and her friends after all. She really liked the movie, a bit more of a fan of blood and guts than her cousin primarily because she was interested in SFX makeup and the like, though she was a bit hesitant to agree to go back to Mikey’s afterwards. She might have felt a bit more at ease around both boys, but did still feel a bit outside of her element. After a bit of prodding on Frank’s part though she agreed.

The house wasn’t very far from her cousin’s, it was in the same neighborhood actually, one that her parents only ever set foot in on the rare occasion that they allowed her aunt and uncle to host family get-togethers at their home, but Lucy didn’t mind it one bit. She’d always liked her cousin’s house more than her own. Sure, her house was bigger, and it had a pool, a designated game room and a gym, but there were also a bunch of extra rooms that were never really put to use at all. When both of her parents were away on business trips that fact was only amplified. Now that she lived closer to Aislin, she’d probably stay over there instead, whether her parents agreed to it or not. If Aislin hadn’t gone on about Mikey’s older brother Gerard earlier, the prodigal son comment probably would have gone right on over her head. Her cousin hadn’t told her too much about him, but she had said that she thought that they’d get along. ”You’re both artsy.” She had said. Lucy supposed she’d be determining whether or not her cousin was right soon enough.

After a brief introduction with Mikey’s parents, Lucy trailed behind the group into the kitchen. She remained slightly behind the others until Aislin pulled her forward and introduced her to the illustrious Gerard. He was attractive, all dark clothes and hair to match, and looked nothing like anyone her parents had tried setting her up with, and maybe that was part of it really. She couldn’t be too sure though. Mustering a shy smile, she shook his hand and spoke. “Lucy. She had nothing but good things to say about you, just in case you were wondering.” She said with a slight laugh. “Is that yours?” She motioned to the sketchbook that was laid out on the table.

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Frank Iero


Frank didn’t really know when he’d started developing feelings for Aislin. It hadn’t happened overnight like in some of those overly dramatized romantic comedies, but it certainly felt that way sometimes. Maybe he just hadn’t started picking up on the telltale signs himself right away. That was actually pretty damn likely, he could be a little bit oblivious at times after all. Nevertheless, his feelings for Aislin were no longer as platonic as they had once been. That didn’t mean things had changed between them though. In fact, they hadn’t changed one bit. That was all on him though. Every time he came close to just coming clean and telling her the truth, he ended up pussying out. Could anyone really blame him for that though? She’d become a staple in his life. If she didn’t return his feelings, he’d just end up royally fucking things up between them, and that was completely out of the question. He wouldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose her.

He had only met Aislin’s cousin on one very rare occasion. It had been a family get-together at the Misark’s house one bright, sunny summer afternoon. Even though it had been his first time meeting her, and they’d barely gotten past introductions before the girl’s father was announcing suddenly that they had to leave, he sort of felt like he knew her already. Aislin was very fond of her cousin, and that much was apparent, along with the fact that they were very close even though they hardly saw each other. He knew that much because she never seemed to stop talking about her. There were times when he teased her about it, and how he was still the superior best friend, but it was all in good fun. She’d been ecstatic when she learned that Lucy’s family was moving to a much closer town to Belleville in Jersey, and Frank really wasn’t all that surprised when she announced that the illustrious cousin of hers would be hanging out with them that night. He was more surprised that the girl’s parents had allowed it. He hadn’t seen much of them at the barbecue at the Misark’s that afternoon, but he’d seen enough to spot the slightly disgusted expressions on their faces. He knew that Lucy wasn’t like that though. She wasn’t snooty or judgmental like her parents were. They might have been family, but Aislin wouldn’t be close to someone like that the way that she clearly was with Lucy. That was just a known fact though really.

He wasn’t at all surprised that Aislin’s face ended up hidden in his shoulder throughout the majority of the movie they saw that night either though. He knew that the pretty brunette had a strong dislike for slasher movies. She always hid her face in his shoulder whenever he managed to convince her to watch one with him, and maybe there was a small part of him that had purposely bugged her and bugged her to see this movie with him as well. He knew that she’d whine and complain about it afterwards like she ended up doing, but he paid no mind to any of it. To be completely honest, his focus was more on the sweet scent of her perfume than anything else whenever she leaned in closer to him and hid her face, but he wouldn’t let any of that on anytime soon. He couldn’t. It didn’t mean anything anyway. She’d never even once dropped the smallest of hints that she might like him the way that he liked her, and he refused to fuck things up between them. Even though Gerard was constantly telling him to stop being a little bitch about it and just tell her the damn truth already.

He giggled a bit in response to her words as the small group headed towards the kitchen in the Way household after talking with Donna and Don briefly. “You do realize that you said that the last time I got you to watch a movie with me, right?” He reminded her smugly. “If you dislike them so much, then why do you always agree to watch them with me, Aislin?” He honestly hoped he always managed to convince her to watch horror films with him. He’d still hang out with her if his ability to convince her dissipated, but he’d really take any excuse he could find to have her close to him. “Just at admit it already, Misark, horror is by far the best movie genre out there that there is and you know it.” Their bickering was cut short when they reached the kitchen as Aislin took the opportunity to introduce Lucy and Gerard to each other. “Don’t take offense if he doesn’t let you see what he’s working on, Luce. He’s that way with everyone.”

Aislin Misark


“You do realize that you said that the last time I got you to watch a movie with me, right?” Frank's shoulder jostles against her's playfully and Aislin snorts. ''I probably said that about the last five.'' Her gaze slides to Gerard, conversing tepidly with Luce, and her lips quirk with amusement. He's probably the shyest of them all, tending to fade into the background. Hell it took him four times of hanging out to say anything more than a cursory hello. But was even more amusing for Aislin was the way her cousin's orbs flickered about Gee's form, a small smile on her lips. ''-en why do you always agree to watch them with me, Aislin?” For a moment Aislin thinks there's a flash of... of something in the other's leafy orbs- but it's gone in an instant. Frank's voice filtered through her thoughts, causing Aislin's dark gaze to be drawn back to the other male. ''Only 'cos I find your company tolerable. And agree to disagree about the genre thing.'' She fires back, a taunt on her words. It wasn't as if Aislin could tell him the honest reason. Simply that... That she liked being near him. She liked the excuse to bury her face into his shoulder, and enjoyed spending time with him; even if it was to watch horror movies. It's tempting, in these small moments to do something to clue Frank in on her feelings for him. But she can't

Frank had been her rock, her best friend; and if he had ever shown an interest in her, it'd gone over Aislin's head. She was simply too worried about messing up their friendship to act on her feelings. Perhaps her gaze lingers a bit too long and she realizes this with a flush and quickly glances away, back towards her cousin and the eldest Way. “Is that yours?” She follows Lucy's gesture towards Gee's infamous art pad. He wasn't exactly forthcoming with his work and she's about to warn her cousin of that when Frank beats her to the punch. “Don’t take offense if he doesn’t let you see what he’s working on, Luce. He’s that way with everyone.” She nods as if to emphasis Frankie's words. ''You know Gerard, Lucy is something of an artist herself.'' She chimes in a chipper voice, hints of impish amusement tinging the edges. At this the eldest Way glances towards Lucy with a look of curiosity, nodding appreciatively. If there was one thing Gerard wouldn't scoff at, it was art. And besides... It would be good for Lucy to have someone she could talk art with. God knows that Aislin didn't have an artistic bone in her body.

Gerard goes on to ask Lucy what style she prefers, and Aislin loses interest. Leaning against the counter she falls quiet for a moment. It's only just past nine, Aislin's parents wouldn't expect her back for another couple hours. And since it's a Friday, one of the last before schools starts up again, Aislin intends on staying out as late as she can. This will be their last year in high school together, well most of them. She wants to make the most of it. Shes jarred back to the kitchen and from her thought by Donna peaking her head in, asking them to move it downstairs to the basement, technically Gerard's room, since she and Don were headed upstairs. As the rest of the ground moved towards the basement Aislin nudged Frankie to garner his attention. ''Cigarette break?" She didn't normally smoke too much, but time to time she'd join the boys for a cigarette. But she always liked going with Frankie to smoke. They'd talk about everything or nothing, the stench of cigarettes clinging to both of them by the time they were done. And she knew Frankie usually had a carton on hand, and didn't mind sharing with her. He'd quickly nodded, and Aislin flashed a grin. ''Meet you out back, just gonna let Lucy know so she doesn't wonder where I slipped off to.''

By this time the other three had stomped down the stairs to the basement. The svelte brunette's steps were fast as she walked towards the basement door, jogging down the first half of the stairs. ''I'll be right back guys! Be nice!'' And with that she was back up the stairs making her way as quietly as possible to the backdoor, which opened to the backyard. For New Jersey, it was an alright backyard. And Frankie was already out there, little tendrils of smoke rising from an already lit cigarette. The door squeaked shut behind Aislin as she stepped towards Frank, taking the lit cancer stick handed to her. She takes a pensive puff, enjoying the sounds of the night life. The toxic smoke burns her lungs before she exhales. Frank's lit his own cigarette by now, and she throws a side-long glance to him. He's handsome in this nightly gloom, his features soft as his cigarette hangs from between his lips. It's peaceful with him, and a soft blush hidden by darkness breaks out on her cheeks. ''You ready to go back to school? Can you believe we're going to be seniors?''

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Gerard Way


Lucille doesn't look entirely comfortable standing about the kitchen, and Gerard can sypmathize. It took him awhile to come out of his shell around new people. Party why he had difficulty finding new friends. Though truth be told he was quite content with the ones he had. “Lucy. She had nothing but good things to say about you, just in case you were wondering.” At this Gerard chuckles raising an eyebrow. ''That must be a first. Aislin said you moved to New Jersey recently? Do you like it here so far?" He can't remember where Aislin said her cousin moved from; only that she'd been excited. In the corner Frankie and Aislin have their heads bent, whispering back and forth to one another, no doubt bickering. It makes Gee want to roll his eyes but he manages to refrain. “Is that yours?” It's Luce's question that has Gerard following her gesture to his art pad. Before he can so much as utter a word Frankie cuts in. “Don’t take offense if he doesn’t let you see what he’s working on, Luce. He’s that way with everyone.”

And as if right on cue, Aislin chimes in as well. ''You know Gerard, Lucy is something of an artist herself.'' He hadn't known this and curiously his gaze flickers back to Lucy, art pad forgotten. ''Oh really? What kind of styles do you prefer?" He always liked to talk about art. It was something he felt confident about. He listens to her answer with curiosity. He's about to reply when his mother sticks her head into the kitchen, letting the group know she and Don were going up for the night and to head down to the basement, his room. ''Alright Ma.'' Gee mumbled, running a hand through his thick obsidian colored hair. ''Sorry for the mess down there.'' Gerard addresses Lucy. He hadn't expected anyone to come over today, and therefore hadn't really cleaned up. But Aislin had said Lucy wasn't as uptight as her parents, so hopefully she wouldn't mind.

Mikey leads the charge downstairs, Gerard close on his heels with Lucy behind him. He doesn't even notice that Aislin and Frank slipped off until he reaches his room, flipping the lights on. There's mostly just his bed, a chair and a beanbag. He's about to flop down onto his mattress when he hears Aislin from the top of the stairs. ''I'll be right back guys! Be nice!'' Mikey snorts at this, though doesn't remark. That leaves Lucy with the two Way brothers. ''You still want to see some pieces? I have a couple finished sketches from last semester. They're not my best though.'' Gee offers to Luce. He can't put his finger on it but there's something about her that intrigues him. Perhaps he sees a kindred spirit or something else; but Gerard wants to get to know her better. Especially if she was going to keep coming around, which he hoped she would. When she nods Gerard gets to his feet to fetch the backpack that was haphazardly dropped near the door.

It takes him a moment to flip through to a sketch he thought was alright. The picture is somewhat simple, a pencil shaded image of a cartoonish looking character. It's one of the sketches that doesn't have dark overtones, something he's not really keen on sharing with well... anyone. People worried enough about him and if Luce saw some of the gorier stuff he sketched, she'd probably get freaked out. He hands it to her, his sharp hazel gaze studying her face carefully. ''So what got you into art? If you don't mind me asking? Just for fun, or you hoping to make a career out of it?" Aislin had mentioned that Lucy was her age, and Gerard was curious if she planned on going to college for this sort of thing like he was doing at the moment.