Hey! This is my first MCR fic and I hope you enjoy it. Here we go!

The first time I met my best friend was when I was six. I was sitting at my front door, drawing the houses in front of me with my pencils when my younger brother, Reese who was three at the time, came running up to me crying his eyes out.

"Andy!" He cried as he stopped in front of me. I brushed away my paper and pencils and stood up, enveloping him in a hug.

"What's wrong, Reesey?" I asked. He hiccups and stutters as he tries to talk.

"I...I was playing with...with my ball and...I kicked it in the next yard...and the big kid won't give me...it back..." More tears came as he finished. I couldn't believe someone would deny him his ball. He loved that thing. I put on my mean face and moved Reese to the side.

"I'll teach him a lesson. Stay here incase Grams comes out." He nodded meekly as I went over to the next yard. I saw a little boy about Reese's age sitting on the ground. He had short sandy brown hair and brown eyes. He was pushing Reese's ball from left to right in his hands but didn't seem happy by it. Near him was a taller boy near my age. He had black hair and hazel eyes. He was standing and seemed to be observing the younger boy. I assumed he was the boy that refused my brother his ball.

"Hey!" I called over to them, still making my way towards them. The boys looked at my direction, confused by why I was there. I stopped in front of the boy standing, not showing one spec of fear. I pointed towards the boy sitting down.

"That's my little brother's ball!" The boy in front of me glared at me slightly.

"It came into our yard so it's ours!"

"Does not! It's ours so give it back!"

"Finders keepers, losers weepers!" I was getting quickly frustrated by this and that was never good. The little boy finally got up, picking the ball up and walked towards us. He was shorter than either of us. He presented me with the ball.

"I'm sworry. Gee said it was okay to play with it. Here." I smiled slightly at him. He seemed a lot nicer than the other guy.

"No, Mikey! It came into our yard so it's ours! She's just a girl and can't do anything about it!"

Can't I?

I clenched my hand into a fist and planted it in his jaw. Grams always told me that anything men could do, women could do and probably better. He fell to the ground, clutching at his cheek and staring wide eyed at me. I placed my hands on my hips.

"Don't be such a meany!" I shouted at him. I took the ball from the smaller boy, whose name was Mikey, as he stared wide eyed at me.

"Thank you," I said and turned to leave. No one messes with my little brother and gets away with it. Even when I was six, I could pack a decent punch. I returned to my brother with the ball. He shrieked in excitement as he saw it.

"Yay! You got it back! Did you beat up the bad kid?" He asked excitingly. I smiled at him.

"Of course!" I took my seat at the door and resumed drawing, watching my brother now and again as he threw his ball into the air and he tried to catch it before it touched the ground. Not before long, Grams opened the door.

"Come, kids! Time to visit Mommy!" Reese and I gathered our things and rushed inside. We always looked forward to seeing our Mom. We visited her every day when she was in the hospital. She got really ill when she gave birth to Reese and had to stay there after he was born; she was only allowed home every so often. My father was always away to work and hardly came to visit her, trying to provide for us.

When we got there, me and Reese took our place at both her left and right while Grams sat on a chair. My mother was a beautiful woman with long dirty blonde locks for hair and warm green eyes. Reese got his hair from her but his blue eyes from our father while I got our Mom's eyes and our father's brown hair. Despite being ill, she always seemed to glow when she saw us.

"How are my two favourite small people, today?" She asked, wrapping an arm around each of us.

"Great! Andy totally kicked a kid's butt that tried to take my ball!" Mom looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Andy, did you?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

"But he was mean! He took Reese's ball and refused to give it back!" I tried to defend myself. Grams snorted.

"Taught the girl well, didn't I? Beating up boys when needed." Grams had a...negative attitude towards men, believing them to be vulgar and useless. She loved Reese and her other son, our uncle Josh, but the majority of the male population would never earn her respect. She loved her first husband, Allan, and gave birth to our mother, Natalia, but he died of cancer before we were born. In Grams' eyes, no one could measure up to him.

"Mom," Mom warned. Grams held her hands up.

"She was defending her little brother, nothing wrong with that." Mom rolled her eyes.

"At least tell me, you didn't do much harm?" She asked me. I shrugged.

"I just punched him..."

"Andy!"

"I'm sorry!" I sulked and crossed my arms. I thought I did good, defending Reese and getting his ball back. I would learn that things aren't always solved with violence...but it does help. Instead of yelling or lashing out, Mom just held me tighter.

"It's fine, honey. Just try to keep the fists away." She said with a smile. When she smiled, you couldn't help but smile back. I nodded and smiled.

"Okay, Mommy." I snuggled into her, telling her about the latest drawings I did and Reese was telling her about the new colours he learned from Grams. It soon came to an end when we had to leave. It was the routine. We were use to it. It became the way of things.

When we got home, it was night and the sky was a dark blue. When we walked up to the door, I noticed a piece of paper at the door with a white rose placed beside it. I lingered slightly as Grams and Reese entered the house so I could look at the paper alone. I picked it up, along with the flower and unfolded it.

'I am sorry for not giving you back the ball. It was bad.' I looked over to the house over and saw that the boy I hit was standing at his door in Spiderman pjs. He smiles slightly at me and waved. I waved back slightly, unsure by what he was doing. He was being such a jerk earlier on and now, he was apologizing?

"Andy! Where are you?" Grams called for me. I took one last look at the boy, giving him a small smile before entering the house for the night...

The next day was like yesterday, sun shining and clear sky. Reese wanted to play outside again so I joined him in order to continue my drawing from yesterday. I was about to finish the grass when my brother started to shout.

"Andy! Andy! The mean kid is back!" He cried as he ran towards me, forcing me to stand up as he hid behind me. I looked and saw the boy from yesterday was coming over, holding hands with the younger boy I remembered as Mikey. They stopped in front of us, obviously nervous.

"Um...hello," I said, unsure what to do in this situation. I had my little brother hiding behind me and two boys terrified that I would hit them.

"Hi," The boy I hit said while Mikey just nodded his head, hiding behind the boy slightly.

"You better not steal my ball again," Reese said meekly, wanting to seem tough but it didn't work out for him. The boy shook his head.

"No, I'm not. I came to say...I'm sorry."

"You wrote a note saying that," I said.

"I know...but Mom says that it is always better to apologize to your face." I nodded. It seemed to make sense to me.

"Okay. Thank you," I said, my feelings from yesterday starting to be dismissed. He seemed to be giving it his all to apologize. The boy shifted on his feet.

"So I was thinking...maybe...youwouldwanttobefriends?" I didn't catch that last part as he said it way too fast.

"What did you say?" His face seemed to get more red as he tried to repeat himself.

"Would you...um...would you...want...to be friends...with us?" I was shocked by this. I had only punched him the day before and he wanted to be friends. I looked to Reese, who seemed completely confused by the whole situation. I didn't think it would be a bad thing. I never really had any friends apart from Reese and Mom would want me to make a friend rather than an enemy right now. If he did try anything, I would just punch him again. I nodded at his request.

"Sure, it might be fun." The boy grinned and looked at Mikey, who seemed to share his enthusiasm as he grinned back. Reese removed himself from my back and smiled at the boys.

"As long as you don't take any of our stuff again or Andy will kick your butt!"

"I know. That was awesome! I didn't think a girl could punch like that," He laughed. I really couldn't believe that he was now impressed by the punch rather than complaining about it. He was one strange kid.

"Yeah, I didn't think anyone could push Gee to the ground." Mikey said.

"Is that your name? Gee?" I asked. He shook his head.

"No, it's Gerard but Mikey calls me Gee. Why do you have a guy's name?" He was referring to the fact I get called Andy which isn't my real name.

"I don't. My name is Andrea but I like Andy." Gerard nodded at this. He pointed to my brother.

"And your name?" Reese stood forward and jabbed his thumb into his chest.

"I'm Reese!" He said, proudly. I pointed towards him as well.

"He's my little brother." Mikey stepped forward slightly.

"I'm Mikey. Gee's my big brother." Reese smiled at him and walked towards him.

"You want to play with my ball?" Mikey nodded eagerly and rushed over to the ball with Reese as they began to play catch. It was nice to see Reese play with someone rather than by himself or me. I went back to the door and sat, resuming colouring in my drawing. I didn't realize Gerard came to sit beside until I saw him peering at my drawing.

"That's good!" He said, looking amazed at my work. I blushed slightly.

"It's not bad I guess."

"It's better than my drawings." I looked at him with questioning eyes.

"You draw?" He nodded.

"Yeah but I'm not very good." I gave him a sheet of paper and some of my pencils.

"Let me see." He seemed nervous but started to draw something, covering it so I wouldn't be able to see. I tried moving around to see but he blocked me from all sides. I gave up in a few minutes, watching as the two younger boys seemed to be having the time of their lives playing. It was sweet. After a few more minutes, I felt a tape on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw that Gerard had finished his picture. It was of four people holding hands together in a straight line. It took me a few moments to register that he had drawn the four of us and, for a six year old, it was a good piece of work.

"Oh my gosh, that is amazing!" I cried, thinking it was the best thing in the world. Gerard blushed as I said this.

"Do you think so?" I nodded eagerly.

"Yeah! You're really good!" He smiled at me and handed me the picture. I looked at it in confusion. He pressed it against me.

"Take it. It's a present." I grinned as I took the picture.

"Thank you!" I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. I felt his arms go around me, returning the hug.

"Am I interrupting something?" We broke apart and saw Grams loaming over us, looking down on us with no amused look on her face. I smiled up innocently at her.

"Grams, this is Gerard from next door." Gerard bowed his head in respect.

"Nice to meet you." He said quietly. Grams raised an eyebrow.

"The boy you..." I nodded quickly.

"Yes." She seemed surprised for a moment before shaking her head laughing slightly.

"Well, I'm sorry but we have to go now Andy." I nod, knowing it was time to visit Mom. I stood up with Gerard following my lead.

"I'm sorry but we have to go now." Gerard nodded, he seemed sad by my departure.

"Okay...could we come over again tomorrow?" He asked. I smiled at him.

"Of course!" He gave me a smile in return. He quickly hugged me before running over to Mikey, telling him the situation. I looked up to Grams again, seeing she just crossed her arm. I couldn't help but think she was judging me...

"So what did you get up to today?" Mom asked as we took our usual seats. Reese was the first to speak.

"We made some friends!" He shouted, clutching at Mom's arms.

"Really? That's wonderful! Who are they?"

"The boy Andy punched," Grams said dully. She still hadn't given her opinion on the whole subject, just glancing and laughing lightly. It both scared and confused me. Mom laughed as well.

"Really? You made friends with him?" I nod slightly.

"Well...he kept saying sorry and seemed to be really sorry so I said it was okay then he asked if him and Mikey could be our friends."

"Mikey?" She asked, wondering who he was.

"His little brother. Gerard has one too."

"He's really cool, Mommy!" Reese carried on. He kept on talking how he had a lot of fun with Mikey while I told her about how Gerard drew me a picture. I brought it with me and showed it to her.

"Wow, this is nice. He must really want to be your friend." I smiled up at her as she said this. He must have wanted to be my friend a great deal if he came back after I punched him the jaw and he should no fear, only amazement at the fact I floored him. I didn't think much of it at the time. I just thought how it was going to be nice to have a real friend other then Reese. I didn't know that he would soon evolve into my best friend. So, this was the start of my friendship with Gerard Way.

Well, that's the first chap done. I own nothing except the OCs. Thank you for reading and reviews are much appreciated. Bye bye!