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.
6
"You looked beautiful
in it, Carrie," Mom gushed, later on that day, "Why won't you wear
it?"
I rolled my eyes at my
mother's reflection in the mirror in front of me as I ran a brush through my
naturally blue-black hair. She was sitting on the end of the bed Frank and I
had slept in, watching me so we could go downstairs together and start greeting
guests.
"Please wear it?"
"Mother no," I
said, setting down the brush on the dresser which the mirror hung over.
"What I'm wearing is fine."
Her lips pursed as her eyes
swept over my black pants and blood red top. She was wearing a wine coloured sundress, despite the imminent bad weather, a twenty thousand dollar diamond
pendant on a slightly less expensive solid gold chain and a pair of Gucci
sunglasses atop her head. Her perfect blond hair, dyed free of any grey hairs,
fell in waved and her blue eyes were framed with long lashes, obviously heaped
with mascara.
"But the dress is so
pretty and it suited you. Why won't you wear the dress? I never get to see you
in dresses anymore."
Probably because I don't
wear, or own dresses, Mom. Distracted, as I leant down to sip up my boots, I
brushed her off. "Let me wear this today, Mom. If you do, I swear the next
time I visit here I'll wear whatever you want me to."
Note to self, Carrie, remember to avoid parents for awhile until Mom's likely
to have forgotten what I just said.
"Fine, fine, I'll stop
bothering you."
"Thank you Mom. Now,
can we go?"
"Yes, let's go
downstairs. Where's that boyfriend of yours?"
"He was finished ages
ago. He's talking to Daddy."
"Mm. Your father was
complaining about him before."
"What? Why?"
"Something about no
discipline. Lack of respect. And not being athletic."
"Well I'm sorry for
you and Daddy, but he doesn't have to meet your expectations. He's not dating you."
Mom shuddered. "And
for that I'm thankful. Do you know how happy I was that you were coming to
stay, Carrie? I haven't seen you since you moved back but when we spoke on the
phone and you told me you were settling down and moving on, I didn't know you
had lowered your standards to be happy with moving on to some one like Frank.
He's just so ... not your type."
"No, Mom, he's not your
type. We're happy together."
"Well, yes, I'm glad
you're happy. I would have easily accepted you were in a small, meaningless
relationship with Frank - just a fling - but eleven months? I still can't
believe you're serious enough about him to have maintained the 'fling' for eleven
months."
You're not the only one. I
could have killed Frank when he told you and Daddy we'd been seeing each other for that long. Eleven months, that's ages. Marriage material and I bet you and
Daddy know it. I smiled at my Mom.
"Well, we're in love."
She gasped. "Really?
Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"I'm so happy for
you!"
"But I thought you
didn't like Frank?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I never said that - I
hardly know the boy. We'll see if he turns out to be as bad as I think he will
be. But the important thing is that my daughter thinks she's in love."
I gritted my teeth and said
as convincingly as I could, "I know I am."
"That's - oh, Paul, Helen!
I'm so glad you could make it!"
Helen stepped forward and
brushed cheeks with my mother. "Hello Hannah. Oh, and is this little
Carrie?"
"Hello."
"Last time I saw you,
you were this high! My, you've shot up."
Um... okay? Hesitantly, I
said, "Thank you ..."
This response seemed to
please her for she smiled before turning to Mom. "Are we going to the
backyard then?"
Please let it start pissing
down with rain, I pleaded silently in my head.
"Yes we are. Follow me
Helen."
I followed behind them and
then I heard Paul tell me, "Don't worry about her. I think she's already
had enough sherry in the car on the way over. She'll shut up soon." His
eyes were following his wife carefully.
Oh, sweet love.
"Oh, okay Uncle Paul.
So, how have you been?"
"I had my hip
replacement at the start of the year, my only son disowned us, my dog died and
my goldfish is swimming in circles."
"Um..."
"How are you?"
"Good."
"How old are you now,
Carrie?"
"Twenty-three."
"Got a job? A
boyfriend? A house?"
"I'm an actress,
model, book store worker. I live in a shitty apartment and let me just
introduce you to my boyfriend - he's right over there."
"Okay. Just let me
turn on my hearing aide - I had to turn it off or risk complete deafness from
solitary confinement in a small car for three hours with your Aunt." He
smiled at me. "Ah, much better. So, where's this man of yours?"
"Come with me," I
said and led him over to Frank, which I ended up doing with nearly every
relative who asked me about my love life.
As I passed a waiter with a tray of champagne glasses, I grabbed one and downed
it. It was going to be a long afternoon.
"No more,"
someone gasped.
I looked up from my
fourteen year old cousin and saw an out-of-breath Frank looking at me
desperately. I lowered my voice, "What, dipshit?"
"Eight of your nieces
have made me dance with them. I need a break."
"Take a seat."
He did so and looked at me
suspiciously, "Why aren't you socializing? I fucking have to waltz with
fucking minors while you sit and drink? I can't believe I've put up with you
for eleven months!"
"I hate you for that.
Mom now thinks we're serious."
"Sorry. It's my
favourite number."
"My ass."
"What about it?"
"It's numb. I've been
sitting here for three hours and dinner's not even going to be served for
ages."
"Well fucking get up
then. Come with me and dance."
"I thought you said
you needed a break?"
"Maybe they'll think
I'm not interested if I've got you hanging off of me."
"Ew. I'm not hanging
off of you."
"Please - for a good
cause?"
"What would that
be?"
"My innocence."
"They can't have
what's already been taken."
He gasped. "Are you
suggesting I'm impure?"
"Insinuating,
yes."
"Well I am. I'm so
pure I should be wearing all white."
"No, dipshit, no.
You'll still be impure. Anyway, none of my relatives would want to take your
innocence."
"Well then they want me
to take their virginity."
"See, that sounds more
realistic. Do it and I'll castrate you."
"Carrie, I'm a bad
ass, not a pedophile."
I snorted. "You're so
not a bad ass."
"Fuck you then.
Neither are you."
"Good."
"Look, will you please
dance with me, Carrie, love of my life?"
"I can't dance."
"So? Neither can I and
it doesn't stop me. Please?"
"Oh, alright."
"Thank you! I'm so
happy I could hump you right now."
"Let's just dance. My
father would kill you."
"Dammit. I thought you
might agree."
"Better luck next
time," I said, patting him on top of the head. I stood up and we walked to
where everyone else was dancing. "You'd better pray you come out of this
dance with all ten toes, Mr. Iero."
"Why? Are you a klutz,
Miss Winters?"
"Yes and proud of
it."
I danced three songs with
my supposed boyfriend before people started cutting in. Finally having been
able to talk to Frank, I knew my Dad, grandfather, three of my male cousins and
my Uncle Paul had all been asking him questions. Unfortunately, Frank wouldn't
disclose the details of his answers so I was left wonder. He did tell me he told
everyone he was madly in love with me, though.
"So, Carrie,"
Darren started and I wearily looked up at him. He was one of my exes and a
family friend, who I was now dancing with. "He's not, not really your type
is he?"
"Define 'my'
type."
"Not Frank. Hannah and
John aren't very happy with him."
"Dad's fine with
him."
"But your mother's
beside herself. How did you two hook up, anyway?"
Um... Oh God, what story
was Frank telling? ....
"Well, we met in high school; it just sort of happened."
"Is he the reason you
dumped me?"
No Darren, that was because
you cheated on me with another man, you faggot.
"No."
"Good. Because I'm
really sorry about what happened ... I was thinking -"
"Can we talk about
this later? I really need to piss."
Sure, because that's attractive.
Oh well, if that doesn't repel him I don't know what will. I could tell him
about my rat infested apartment. I swear I saw another one of the hairy, ugly
things yesterday before Frank and I left. But Frank insisted it was nothing and
refused when I tried to beg him to go back and get rid of it.
When I got back from the
bathroom, I sat around for another hour until it was time for dinner. I was
seated away from Frank but when I looked over at him, he was looking, for some
reason, nervous. I mouthed 'what's wrong?' but he just shook his head and stood
up.
"Excuse me," he
said loudly enough for the two long tables to hear him. Outside of the patio,
it started raining. "Could I please have everyone's attention?"
Everyone stopped talking
and looked at Frank who was by now looking more and more confident.
"I would just like to
thank Carrie's parents, John and Hannah, for letting me into their home,
despite their judgments against me. I didn't know a few tattoos would be so
insulting and unwelcome. But still, I'd like to thank them for their
hospitality."
A few people politely
clapped and Frank walked over to me. Before he reached my side, I looked up at
him and mouthed 'What the fuck are you doing?” He just shook his head again and
rested a hand on my shoulder.
"Mr. and Mrs. Winters,
I love your daughter and, as you all probably know, we've been seeing each other
for a long time."
He looked at me before dropping to one knee in front of me. I looked at him
dumbly as he stared up at me.
"Fuck it. Carrie, will you marry me?"
Oh, how sweet, he managed
to curse aswell.
I quickly looked around at everyone, dumbstruck. Mom looked like she was close
to fainting but still she was watching me for my reaction, and from the way she
was looking at me and muttering something, I could tell those words I couldn't
hear were 'no, no, no!'. Daddy's face was expressionless and all the other
guests were either smiling or gripping their cutlery tighter.
I looked back at Frank.
"Um ..."
xo-
~ My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. Because it is not a band- it is an idea. ~
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