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Sweet Child O' Mine (One-Shot)
By restinpieceslover

 

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A/N: Hola! This here songfic is based on/inspired by Guns N' Roses' "Sweet Child O' Mine". Incredible song, it's emotional and makes me nostalgic for simpler times, and then, BOOM! It just hits me with some amazing guitar solos, lol. Anyway, check it out if you don't know it! Bottom line is, the song's not mine, and I only edited some parts to make it suitable for slash! ((Fanfiction slash, not Guns N Roses Slash! HAHA!))

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DISCLAIMER: This story is not approved, endorsed, or connected in any way to the members or management of My Chemical Romance.


This story is completely fictional and does not represent the views, policies, or practices of My Chemical Romance.


Don't own (only wish I did), didn't happen, don't sue.

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Everybody has one of those life changing moments. You know, the ones where it suddenly dawns on you what you want to do with the rest of your life? Or you suddenly realize that you've been doing everything all wrong, so you make the decision to turn your life around? Exactly, everyone's got one, you probably do too. Hell, even I've got one.


I remember my life changing moment just as much as I remember the night I lost my virginity.


My life changing moment took place in a sleazy club in New Jersey. Not very romantic, right? Well, who gives two flying fucks, I've always been unconventional. I was playing a small show with my band Pencey Prep when it happened. We were in the middle of "The Secret Goldfish", to be exact. And when I looked into the crowd and saw Gerard Way smiling as he saw us play, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.


Cliche, much? Yeah, I thought so, too. But see, you haven't seen Gerard Way smile. Well, of course you have, practically the entire world has. But you've only seen his smiles on stage, on during an interview. But you haven't seen him in those little moments, like when it's raining outside on a hot summer night, or he finishes a drawing he's been working on for 3 days, or when he says "I love you" right after the two of you make love.


Okay, that's being unfair. Barely anyone gets to see that. I'm amazed that even I got to.


But the bottom line is, Gerard has one of those smiles that just mesmerizes you. In fact, his smile reminds me of a kid getting excited over something as simple as a flower growing in their backyard. I guess you could call it pure, because there's really no other word for it. It's kinda like when the spring sky is blue after months of winter cloudiness, and you just smile to be able to see it again. His smile never fails to turn me on.


"He's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories 

Where everything 

Was as fresh as the bright blue sky..."


Sometimes when I see Gerard....well, it's kinda hard to explain. But just seeing him reminds me of growing up in Jersey. And, whether you choose to believe it or not, those were the best times of my life. He makes me nostalgic for those times, but then it's okay because he feels like home to me anyway.


"Now and then when I see his face 

He takes me away to that special place.

And if I stare too long,

I'd probably break down and cry.


Oh, Oh, Oh

Sweet child o' mine.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Sweet love of mine..."


Now his eyes, good lord, don't even get me started on his eyes. They're hazel, and goddamn they're just GORGEOUS. There's no other word for them. And no matter all the trouble he's seen, they look so carefree. But when he's sad, well....it's heartbreaking to see his eyes then.


His hair is black, jet black. And whenever I'd hug him, or he would just hold me, my chin would rest on his shoulder, and his hair was usually in my face. It' kinda weird, but I always felt safe in those moments, when all I would smell was his shampoo, and strands of his hair tickled my nose. Nothing in the world could hurt me in those moments.


"He's got eyes of the bluest skies 

As if they thought of rain.

I hate to look into those eyes 

And see an ounce of pain.

His hair reminds me of a warm safe place 

Where as a child I'd hide 

And pray for the thunder 

And the rain 

To quietly pass me by.


Oh, Oh, Oh

Sweet child o' mine.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh 

Sweet love of mine..."


Long story short? I love Gerard Way with everything I've got. But someone decided that wasn't good enough.


So Gerard isn't here anymore. I still keep pictures of him all over our apartment, including one right next to what used to be our bed. I took that particular picture of him about two years ago, and his smile is so wide, I think that's what I miss most. Sometimes when I roll over in that big bed, my face in what used to be his pillow, I swear I can still smell his shampoo. Or maybe it's just mine; Since he left, I started using the same shampoo, just to feel like he's still close to me.


I go to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. That's another thing, since he's been gone, my new best friend's first name is Jack. Wanna guess his last name?


I open the cabinet to get a glass, when a mug in the corner catches me eye. By instinct, I reach for it, and grip it in my hands. A fan gave this to me years ago, on the side it's got a small heart, and it says Frerard Forever on the side. Gerard always used this a lot more than I did. I press my lips to the edge of the mug, closing my eyes. A vision of Gerard pressing his lips to mine flashes behind my eyelids, and my hands start shaking, enough to make the mug fall out of my hand and shatter on the floor. I fall to my knees, realizing that I just destroyed one of the last traces of Gerard that I still have.


Why did you leave?


This apartment is suffocating me, I need to get out. I slip on a pair of Vans and a leather jacket--which, of course, used to belong to him. I leave our apartment after making sure that I have my keys. I walk out of the building and down the street, making random turns wherever I can. I don't know where I'm going, just wherever my legs take me. It feels just like every other aspect of my life. I have no idea what to do anymore now that Gerard's not with me.


"Where do we go? 

Where do we go now? 

Where do we go? 

Oh, Oh

Where do we go?

Oh, 

Where do we go now?

Where do we go?

oh,(sweet child)

Where do we go now?

Oh,

Where do we go now?

Oh,

Where do we go?

Oh,

Where do we go now?

Oh,

Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go?

Oh,

Where do we go now?"


It's not until I'm almost there that I realize I'm going to see Gerard. 

I reach my destination, getting as close to him as I possibly can.


I curl into a fetal position next to his headstone, readying to spend the night on the wet grass. I don't go back to our apartment. I know all that's waiting for me there is another night of masturbation to memories if his smile and wishing he was sleeping beside me. At least this way he is.


Sort of.


"No, No, No, No, No, No

Sweet child,

Sweet Child 

Of mine."


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A/N: You know, when I first started writing Frerard slash, I swore I would never write a deathfic. But oh well, there goes that, eh? 


Hope you like it.


XoxO

Emme

 

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