"Thank You For The Venom" (My Chemical Romance FanFic) - Chapter 5

Ok. So, this fanfic is not mine. It's a fic I found a few years ago (like five or four years ago) in Quizilla® -I mean, back when Quizilla was quizilla.com and not .teenick.com-. It was written by user AuroraMist, who took it down, and I don't know why.

She wrote a lot of amazing fan fictions; she's a hell of a writer. But this is definitely my favourite from her, and it is for sure the best My Chemical Romance fan fiction I've ever read. And I've read quite a few. So, I thought I'd share it -again- with the World. Cuz it's awesome, and it deserves to be read.

5

"Faster, boy!" My father cheered as Frank ran as fast as he could across the sand. From my spot on our bedroom balcony, I could see him struggling. Did I blame him? No. It was only five thirty in the morning and I doubt Frank was one of those boys in high school who spent their time doing physical activity anyway.

"Daddy, could you lay off?" I yelled down.

He looked up at me and, behind him, Frank collapsed on the sand. "What was that Carrie?"

"How long have you two been out there?"

"Only an hour, don't worry."

"Daddy!" I said exasperatedly. "Frank, are you okay?"

Frank mumbled something as he got to his knees and then to his feet. I couldn't make out what he was saying so I pulled on a robe and ran out of the room, intending on going to the beach, which was right in front of our house. When I reached my Dad and Frank, Frank was catching his breath and Dad was looking disgruntled.

"Frank?"

He held up a hand and said, "I'm fine. Just give me a minute."

"Carrie-bear, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Of course," I replied and we started down the beach, away from Frank.

"That's one piss-weak boyfriend you've got yourself. What position did he play in school? What sport?"

"He didn't."

"He didn't play a sport?!"

"No, Daddy. Is that a problem?"

"Are you sure you and Danny are definitely finished? There's no chance the two of you might get back together?"

"Dad, Danny and I are over completely. I know you and Mom liked him but-"

"You're damn right we did. We thought maybe you'd finally be settling down and we'd have grand children soon."

"Finally settling down'? Daddy, I'm not old. It's not like my ovaries are drying up or anything - I'm still capable of giving birth."

"With Frank?"

"I don't know!" 

God no. I'm not even dating him. 

But you can't know that, so we'll keep that to ourselves. Thank you very much.

"Well I guess he's better than no one."

"Thank you," I said dryly, rolling my eyes. "I'll tell him that, I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

"Where did he go, anyway?"

I turned around and, sure enough, Frank wasn't to be seen anymore. "How hard did you push him? He's probably gone back to sleep."

"He'll be fine."

"He'd better be."

Dad kissed my forehead. "Trust me Carrie. So, are you ready for this afternoon?"

"'Afternoon'? I thought it was just a dinner."

"You know your mother. First got to have time for socializing, and all that annoying finger food"

"Oh no, nothing huge, not again. Why can't it just be simple for once?"

"I know, I know. But all your uncles and aunties and cousins and blah, blah are flying in."

"Why?"

"It's your great grandmother's death anniversary."

"I don't mean to sound disrespectful or anything, Dad, but why are we making such a big deal out of it?"

"That was disrespectful, Carrie-bear, we're talking about your mother's grandmother who is now dead."

I stared at him and he shrugged.

"I have no idea why it's such a big deal, anymore. Usually it's held in England by your uncle Harold, so we can normally get out of it."

I nodded and we continued walking together, back to the house. When we were inside, I made my excuses and disappeared upstairs for the guestroom we were using as a bedroom, and to Frank.

He looked up when I opened the door and asked from his sitting position on the bed, "When are we leaving?"

"Not 'til tomorrow. I am so sorry."

"Your Dad is evil."

"I know- I'm sorry! I tried to warn you about him."

"Thanks."

"Was it really horrible?"

"No, I guess not. My gym teacher was worse. Just by a little bit though," he answered before looking back at the T.V.

Cautiously, I wandered over to the bed and sat down next to him. Speaking softly, I asked, "What are you watching?"

"”The Simpsons”. Why are we whispering?"

I smiled and whispered back, "I don't know. Do you want breakfast?"

"What do you have?"

"Well my personal favourite 'breakfast food' is ice cream. Would you like some ice cream?"

"Do I get to share with you?"

"Alright."

"Okay, I'd like some ice cream."

Letting my voice become louder than a whisper, I smiled and stood up. "Okay, I'll be back."

---

Two and a half tubs of ice cream, four episodes of 'America's Next Top Model' and five hours later, Frank and I were a giggling mess on 'our' bed. I was just getting a hold of myself again when the phone rang. We both dove for it and while I landed face first on the floor, Frank answered the call.

I got to my feet and stood at his side, listening to what I could hear of the conversation. Which was only Frank's part in it.

"Ow, man! What the fuck was that? It's friggin' loud! ...

Yeah, yeah, I miss you too ..."

"Who is it?" I demanded, pulling gently on his arm, just enough to annoy him. He gave me a Look as he listened to whoever it was on the other side of the line and raised a finger to my lips, indicating he wanted me to be quiet.

"He did what?!... Tell him he's a stupid fucker, from me with love... Yeah, she's right next to me, pulling my arm off... Okay, hold on a minute and I'll put it on speaker...Just a fucking minute..."

Frank cradled the receiver on his shoulder, pushed a button and then set the receiver back down so both he and I could talk to... who ever the hell it was.

"Carrie? Frank? Are you fucking there? If you're not, you're both getting your asses fucking kicked when you come back!"

"Gerard!" I yelled.

"You can hear me. Is Frank still there?"

"Yep, dipshit's right here."

Gerard laughed and Frank groaned. "Would you two stop calling me that?"

"No fucking way I'm going to stop. What about you, Carrie?"

"Nope. So what're you doing, lover?" I asked, sitting down and making myself comfortable on the floor.

"Watching Mikey feed the pidgeons."

"What?" Frank demanded. "Are you at our place?"

"Yeah, on the fire place. Do you know we can see into next door's porn shop from here?"

"Gerard!"

"Yes, Carrie?" He asked innocently.

"You're perverted, I hope you know that."

"I do."

"Yeah, yeah. Back to Mikey feeding pidgeons... What in hell does he think he's doing?! They'll keep on coming back now! I don't want pidgeons for pets!" Frank exclaimed.

"Oh, don't worry. He's not feeding them anything edible - I don't think they'll want to come back."

Curious, I asked, "What, exactly, is he feeding the poor things?"

"Everything. Frank, man, you've almost lost all your chess pieces."

"What?!"

"Yeah, sorry. I tried to stop him but ... I don't want to. It's funny."

"How is that funny, Gerard?" I asked, incredulous.

"They make the weirdest noises when they're choking ..."

"Gerard!" Frank and I yelled admonishingly.

"Anyway. How are her parents, dipshit? Are they really fucking uptight, and shit?"

"I'm right here you know, Gerard."

"Frank, ignore her and answer my question."

"They don't like me."

"No shit."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"They think you're screwing her daughter, of course they don't like you."

"Real deep, Gerard."

"Well, I try. Is her mom hot?"

"Um, ew. No."

"Why not?"

"Because she's old."

"But then where did Carrie get her looks from then?..." I heard Gerard gasp from where ever he was in Frank and Mikey's apartment "... You think her dad's hot - don't you?!"

"What the fuck, man? Of course not!"

"Carrie, did you hear that? Dipshit doesn't think your dad is sexy."

"Good. I'd be scared if he did."

"Thank you, Carrie. At least someone's normal."

"I'm not normal, Frankie."

"Yeah, she's definitely not normal, dipshit."

"Well I love you too, Gerard," I said sarcastically.

"I know you do. It's something women cannot help when it comes to me."

"You've got such a big head-"

"Oh I know baby."

"You're s-"

Frank started laughing. "Okay guys, enough. Carrie is meant to be my girlfriend for the weekend, so Gerard, stop flirting."

A new voice joined the conversation, "Who're you talking to? Is that Frank?"

"Hi Mikey!" Frank and I chorused.

"Ah! There's two of them."

"Mikey I swear we're not related. Have any of them died yet?"

Gerard had obviously put his phone on speaker too.

"No but most of them flew off."

"Okay, this is getting confusing," Frank said, sitting next to me. I looked across at him and he did look confused. "What did you call for, Gerard?"

"Well fuck you too. Maybe I wanted to see how you're feeling, check if you're still alive, know you'll be coming back for band practice on time."

Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we'll be back when we told you we would. Is that all?"

"Carrie? You still there?"

I smiled softly. "Yes, Mikey, still here."

"How are you?"

"Good but I'm going to have to go out there soon and act like I love Frank in front of almost my whole family. So how are you?"

"Mm, can't complain," Mikey replied. "Ray has the flu."

"Aw, give him a kiss for me and tell him I hope he's feeling better soon."

"Um, no."

"You know you want to, Mikey."

"No, I don't," he retorted. "I don't want to even think about kissing Ray."

"Admit it, love," I teased, "You want him badly."

"Well he can't have him," Gerard cut in, "Ray is mine. Now, Carrie, stop chatting my little brother up and talk to all of us. Me and Frank are feeling left out."

"It's 'Frank and I' not 'Me and Frank'."

"I don't care!"

"Is Mikey still there?" Frank asked through a yawn.

"Nope. He's locked himself in his room."

"We should probably be going now too," Frank tried.

"Oh, I see how it is. You don't love me anymore, dipshit - go on, admit it."

"Gerard, we've been talking for ages."

"But I miss you and Carrie!"

"We have to go now, though. Talk to you later... bye!"

I stared at Frank as he flopped back onto the ground next to me. Stubbornly, since we were out of sight of my parents I guess, he had put his piercings back in. But there was something more important which needed to be addressed.

"Did you just hang up on Gerard Way? He'll not talk to you for ages now."

"Somehow, right now, I don't think that's such a bad thing. I just want to survive today."

"You don't mean that - you love Gerard, you're just too much of a man to say it. So, tell me, Mr. Iero, why do I see metal in your face again? I thought you agreed to take them out."

"I did agree but I was having withdrawal symptoms. So I'll keep them in until I have to go to this party-thingy."

"Okay, it's not that long away, anyhow."

xo-

~ My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. Because it is not a band- it is an idea. ~