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My Chemical Tragedy
By R.I.P Pansy

 


I heard a loud crash as Gerard entered the tour bus. Great, he was drunk... again.

“Frankie!” he said when he found me laying on my bunk. He collapsed on top of me and surprisingly he didn't smell like beer which was odd because he was obviously intoxicated. I tried to push him off of me but I'm a pretty small dude and it doesn't take a genius to see it was an impossible task. “Hey Frankie,” Gerard whispered. “Guess what, I love you.”

“Uh huh, whatever Gee,” I said bitterly. “Exactly how much did you have to drink tonight?”

“Frank,” he said without slurring a single word. “I haven't let a drop of alcohol touch my lips this evening nor do I plan to ever again. I quit, I realized how badly the drugs and booze were fucking me up and hurting my loved ones. I've been sober for a month.”

“Congratulations Gerard,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I'm so proud of you. But really dude could you get off of me?”

“Did you even hear what I just told you?”

“Yeah, you've sobered up.”

“Before that Frank. I said I love you and I don't mean as my best friend. I used to blame my feelings for you on all the drugs, and now the drugs are gone but the feelings are still there.” I stared at him for a moment. Ever since I had met Gerard, I knew there was no one else in the world for me but him. I had spent hours daydreaming about us confessing our love for one another. Every time I did though I always knew what I was going to say. But now in reality, words just wouldn't come.

Gerard sighed. “I guess I should have figured you didn't like me that way. I probably just fucked (AN: apparently fucked isn't a word.) up our whole friendship. God I'm such an idiot. Dammit, why did I have to talk?”

“Gee!” I yelled.

“What?”

“Shut up.”

I pulled his face towards mine and pressed my lips against his chapped ones. When he realized what was going on he kissed me back and it was easily the absolute best kiss I had ever had in my entire life.

After a while I pulled away and looked into his green eyes. I noticed he had a smile on his face that seemed to make his already incredibly handsome face even cuter, if that's possible.

“I love you Gerard Way,” I said.

“I love you too Frank Iero,” he told me.

We continued to kiss for a while until the door to the bunk room swung open and in walked Mikey.

“What the hell were you two just doing?” he asked. “Gross, were you guys just kissing. Man, I am fucking traumatized. God my eyes burn.”

“Shut the fuck up Mikey,” Gerard told his younger brother.

“Wait till the fan-girls hear about this,” Mikey ignored him. “They'll love it... or... they'll absolutely hate it, and then they will start hating My Chemical Romance!”

“Mikes, that's not gonna happen,” I assured him. Unfortunately though, I was wrong. Our CD sales began to drop, and eventually we to were dropped from our label.

The guys wouldn't even talk to Gerard and I seeing as the whole mess was our fault entirely. I do love Gerard, more than anyone can even begin to comprehend, but those looks we would get as we walked down the street together hurt so much. After a while they began to get to us and we broke up.

After that our luck changed. The guys actually talked to us, the record label wanted us back, our CD sales raised to an all time high, and those dirty looks turned into smiles. Now you would think that I would be happy, but alas I was not. In fact, I don't think I had ever been so depressed, all the fame in the world was not worth losing the one person I had ever truly loved.

One night, the last one that we were on tour, I couldn't sleep so I decided I would go out to the front lounge of the bus. As I approached the front I saw a figure sitting on the couch. Gerard. I turned to leave but he had already seen me.

“Frank,” he called me.

I walked over and sat down next to him and he began to talk. “Frankie, I miss you.”

“I miss you too Gee,” I told him. “But if we get back together My Chemical Romance is ruined again.”

“I hate the stupid world for not letting us be together,” he said. “My life is just... not my life without you.”

“I will always love you.” Tears were forming in my eyes, I felt the exact same way. Suddenly he pulled me toward him and kissed me just like he used to.

“I know how we can be together,” he said.

I knew exactly what he was thinking: suicide. My father had always told me that suicide was the cowards way out. But had his only way to be with the love his life been death? No, it hadn't.

Know as we sit here on the cold, wet grass of our favorite park in New Jersey, guns in hand, I know this is not the tragic end of two lives, but the start of a whole new adventure. I look at Gerard, the love of my life. I feel somewhat selfish for ending my life even though I know there are people out there who love me, but none as much as him, so its worth it.

Our lips collide one last time and we both pull the trigger.

My first Frerard story. This never happened, only in my sick twisted imagination. I don't own MCR don't sue blah blah blah. If you review, I'll give you a hug!!!!

XxOo

Kella

 

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