"Thank You For The Venom" (My Chemical Romance FanFic) - Chapter 7

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.

7

"Carrie, you barely said four words to me in the car. Would you please talk?!"

I let my eyes wander over to Frank before I simply turned and started walking into our apartment building. I bit my lip, knowing I was slowly slipping and would soon lose my resolution not to talk to him.

"Carrie, please?"

Biting my lip harder and walking up the stairs, I shook my head stubbornly.

"Please? At least give me a reason why! Are you angry at me?"

I sighed, continued ignoring him and headed over to my apartment. As I fumbled around for my keys, he followed me.

Damn.

"Carrie?"

I gave him a 'be-silent' look which he obviously took for a: 'I-hear-you' look. Damn him, take the hint and leave me alone. As I finally found my set of keys, I stumbled and pushed against the door, which, when opened, I just realized wasn't closed and locked.

Shit. Had I been robbed?

Cautiously I pushed open the door all the way and stepped in, Frank following me. As I stared around, looking for anything that was out of place, Frank asked, "Carrie, why won't you talk to me?"

Forgetting about the could-be house robbery, I turned to look at him. "I'm not angry at you Frankie and I'm not, not talking to you. I just ... you ... I .... For fuck's sake, you proposed to me!"

Frank opened his mouth to reply but before he could say anything, a voice called from one of the rooms, "Who did what?!"

My eyes wide, I stared at Frank. Oh, shit, there's someone here. They could have a knife. They could have a gun! They might want to hurt Frank. They might want to hurt me. They might want to kill Frank and I ...

Oh God, they're going to kill us!

Fuck, run, Carrie, fucking run! Around Frank, out of the apartment and into the elevator. No, wait - the evil elevator doesn't work. I'd be standing there for ages waiting for it to arrive and save me, until the intruder in my apartment finally figures out I wasn't there to murder and come out in search of me, his blood lust high. I can't let that happen!

I'll have to take the stairs.

Ready to flee, I was broken out of my own, far-fetched thoughts when Frank placed a calming hand on my shoulder and then stepped forward. "Gerard?"

I felt my eyes bug out of my head. Gerard? It was just Gerard?! I marched into my bedroom doorway and glared at the man standing there, my hands on my hips. "You fucktard!"

"Well, hello to you too, Carrie," he chuckled.

"I thought there was some stranger in my apartment! You scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry! I -"

"What're you doing in my bedroom for, anyway?"

"I needed to piss."

"Don't you own a toilet?"

"Yours is better."

"Did you run out of toilet paper again?"

"No."

"What then?"

"Soap."

" 'Soap'?"

"Soap."

"You ran out of soap?"

"Yeah. Are you and dipshit come back from your parents'?"

"No, you're just imagining me here, Gerard."

"If I was imagining things, you and me wouldn't just be standing here talking."

"You and me."

"What?"

"You and I, not 'you and me'."

"You're impossible," he declared, staring at me and shaking his head. "Where's Frank?"

"I left him in the kitchen."

"No you didn't. He's right behind you, Carrie."

I turned my head a bit to look at Frank, who was right behind me, and then rolled my eyes at Gerard. "Why'd you ask then, if you knew where he was?"

"Just making sure you knew. So there he is. Say 'hi' Frank."

"Hi."

"So," Gerard started, looking from my face to Frank's. "What was this I heard about you proposing?"

Frank stared at me. "You told him?!"

"No! I didn't say anything - did I, Gerard?"

"No, she didn't, unfortunately. I kinda heard it when you guys were coming in .. so .. what the hell?! Are you 

two getting married or not?"

Frank turned to me. "Are we?"

"Frank!" I yelled. "I still can't believe you even asked me. In front of my whole family too!"

"So you are angry at me!"

"No, I swear I'm not. I'm just a little lost here."

"Is that why you didn't give me an answer?" He asked and Gerard looked between us, both amused and confused. I sighed.

"I thought you didn't mind."

"I don't. But you're going to have to say 'yes' or 'no' sometime - in time for when we go back for another visit."

"Whoa, whoa," Gerard jumped in. "What? You guys are going back?"

Frank looked at him and explained, "Yeah. Carrie asked for some time to 'think about it' so her mom told us to come back next weekend -"

"With you?" Gerard interrupted.

"Yeah. So Carrie will have to say 'yes' or 'no' soon."

"I know," I said, staring up at the both of them. "I was just shocked and I'm not fucking ready for -"

"Neither am I, Carrie. It's not going to be a real wedding. Remember when you told me how your parents are always on your back for you to settle down and stuff and, you knew if you didn't go on Saturday with a date, they'd force you into another relationship you didn't want?"

Slowly, I nodded.

"Yeah. Well, this is your way out. We fake a marriage and they think you're involved with someone so they won't bother you again. And you know how you've been saying you're trying to get another job back in New York? Well they won't see you for a while once you get one so when you come back you can say we've gotten a divorce or something. So they'll think you're not ready to start looking for a new 'husband'."

"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" I asked, amazed.

"Your dad kinda had a word with me," Frank said, rubbing the back of his neck. Gerard whistled and I felt my jaw slacken.

"What did he say to you?!"

Frank shook his head. "Nothing; it doesn't matter."

"But he forced you into this?"

"No .. not 'forced'."

"Close enough .... Fucking hell! I can't believe he fucking did this!" I exploded.

"Carrie, calm down," Frank said.

"Don't tell her to calm down, dipshit," Gerard protested. "This is hot!"

I turned to him and glared. "Gerard, don't you have somewhere to be? Or was there another reason for here other than the use of my toilet?"

"I came here to get Frank."

Frank gave his friend a blank stare. "Huh?"

"Band practice," Gerard and I almost said simultaneously.

He gave Gerard a mild look. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"Yes - now let's go! Carrie, you don't mind me stealing your fiancée do you?"

"Uh, sure. Go ahead and leave."

"What?! You're not coming with us?" Frank demanded.

Gerard looked to have finally noticed. "WHAT?! You can't just not come to our band practice! You always come to our practices!" He turned his voice into a whine. "Car - riiieeee!"

I held up my hands and started walking so that they did aswell. When we were all at my apartment door, I finally said, "I'm sorry. I'll come hang out with you and Ray tomorrow, though."

Gerard's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, while giggling. "Yay! Okay, you're allowed to skip band practice. Just this once though."

"Hey!" Frank yelped. "What about me?"

"You're busy tomorrow," I told him.

"I know. Would be nice to be thought of, though."

"Awww, poor ickle dipshit," I crooned.

"Yeah, well 'poor ickle dipshit' and I have to go."

Frank and I watched as Gerard bounced off out of my apartment and down my sworn-enemy, the stairs. Before he left, Frank turned to me. "Will you just think about it?"

I smiled and nodded. He had my best interests at heart - I also thought he was trying to get back at my Mom and Dad who obviously hated him- even if the basic idea was very 'out there'. "Of course. I promise I'll give you an answer really soon."

"DIPSHIT!" Came the bellowing from the bottom of the flight of stairs.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm coming!" Frank shouted. "See ya, Carrie."

"Bye."

I closed the door after he had left and walked over to my bedroom, onto my bed to watch some T.V. Eventually, I fixed myself some tacos and then got around to unpacking the bags which I had taken to my parents'. Just as I was debating with myself over whether I should or shouldn't go over to Frank and Mikey's to crash their band practice, the phone rang.

I picked it up and grinned. "You can't convince me to come, Gerard."

"Gerard?" My mother asked. "Who is Gerard?"

"Never mind Mom. Hi!"

"Hello Carrie, dear." I heard her pause. "So did you and ..." another slight pause "Frank make it home alright?"

"Yes."

"I guess the atmosphere was a little tense? Well with you not having answered him yet."

"Yeah it was a little... but I love him, so I'm pretty sure I know what I'm going to say." 

What? Where the fuck did that come from?

"What?!"

"I mean, I haven't said yes, but -"

"Oh, thank God!" She breathed and I found myself gripping the phone tighter.

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing ... well, you know ... Frank isn't exactly marriage material."

"Mom!"

"I'm sorry but he isn't! I know you think you're happy now but I'm sure there are plenty of other men out there who can make you feel the same way."

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" I blurted.

"Carrie of course I'm happy for you! I just want you to think about this before you give poor Frank your answer. I mean, imagine if you said 'yes' only to realize that's not what you wanted a week or so later? Getting married is a big step and I just want you to make the right decision."

I was silent, twisting the cord from the phone around my fingers.

"I'm not trying to be controlling, Carrie, I'm trying to be a good mother. Your father and I love you very much, you know that, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. Just promise me you will take your time and think about this properly - don't rush into anything?"

"Okay", I said and then said my goodbyes. As soon as I had hung up, I shrugged on a jacket and jogged out of my apartment to Mikey and Frank's.

When I got there I didn't even knock, I just walked straight in to find them right in the middle of one of my favourite songs of theirs 'Demolition Lovers'. When he saw me, Gerard stopped singing and just looked at me in surprise, but the others didn't stop playing simply because they hadn't noticed me. Finally realizing the band's singer was no longer performing, Mikey looked up and asked, "What the hell Gerard ..." the question died on his lips as his eyes met mine. He squeaked, "Carrie?"

After this, finally everyone stopped playing and Frank asked me, "What's up Carrie?"

"Yes," I blurted. I swear I have no control over the things that come out of my mouth sometimes.

"What?" Frank asked, brow raised and smirk in place.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

xo-

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