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.
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"Do you want the last
one?" Frank asked me an hour later. I looked at the last fry and shook my
head so he ate it, smiling. "Thanks."
"I really don't want
to go home," I admitted as he put money on the table and stood up. I paid
for my half and stood up too.
"Why? I killed the
rat."
I waved to the waitress
before stepping out of Mollie's Cafe after Frank. "There could be more. Do
you think there're more?"
Frank scoffed.
"No."
"You might not be
right," I said indignantly.
"Do you want me to
come and check for you? What number are you?"
"93," I answered.
"I'm 87. I'll check
for you. Do you want me to tuck you in too?"
I pushed his chest.
"Don't be an ass."
He laughed. "What
about my ass?"
"I don't know, you
tell me."
"We're here," he announced,
stepping back and opening the door for me. I smiled as I entered, I liked the
gesture. It was very gentlemanly even if he didn't agree with me on it. He
walked up the stairs behind me and I heard him laughing at me.
"What're you laughing
at?"
"You count your
steps."
"So?"
"Nothing, I just
thought it was cute."
I hid my blush and growled,
"Cute my ass."
"Keep on walking and
I'll let you know."
We walked past his
apartment and stood out side of mine. "Thanks for the 'coffee'
Frank."
"And for killing the
rat?"
"Yes, thanks for
killing my infestation."
"Still want me to
check for more?"
I smiled and shook my head.
"I think I'll manage." I opened my door. "Bye dipshit."
"Hey," he said
and his hand caught my elbow, stopping me, "Are you gonna be a stranger
again?"
"I'll try not to be.
Band practice every Saturday night, right?"
"My apartment"
"I'll try to make
it."
"Like you'd have
anything better to do"
"Good night
dipshit."
"'Night Carrie"
The next night I couldn't
escape 'My Chemical Romance's band practice even if I wanted to. Frank came by
at eight o'clock and dragged me away from my T.V. from which I was watching
'Seinfield'. I re-met Gerard and then was introduced to Mikey, Ray and Bob. We
all got along well even though Gerard was very blunt towards me. It took me
three hours to break his icy exterior.
Soon the guys were visiting me at work and ,after three days of knowing them,
every night at least one of them were over at my house, usually Mikey and Frank
since they lived together in the same apartment.
It was a bit over a week later and I had gotten back from a photo shoot and was
trying to have a peaceful bubble bath when I heard a crash in my bedroom.
"Where the fuck are
you Carrie?"
"Gerard?" I
asked.
"Where are you?"
"Mikey?"
"Yeah, Mikey's with
me," Gerard called. "So is Frank. Where the hell are you?"
"Trying to have a
bath!"
"Where?"
"Why do you want to
know Mikey?"
"Shut up Frank."
I could just imagine Mikey
blushing a beet red, poor thing.
"Yeah, shut up
dipshit," I called. "Hold on, don't move. I'll get out."
I wrapped a towel around me
tightly and tentively wandered into my bedroom. Frank was lying on my bed.
"What're you doing?
Where're the others?"
"In the kitchen"
"Why aren't you with
them?" I asked, skillfully putting my underwear on, under my towel,
without revealing anything.
"Your bed is comfy."
"Um, well, thank
you." I pulled out a pair of jeans and a Thursday hoodie. "Get out so
I can dress, will you?"
"Do I have to?"
"Fine," I said
and disappeared into my wardrobe. I got changed in there and when I came out,
Frank wasn't there on my bed anymore.
I walked into the kitchen
and saw Mikey, Frank and Gerard sitting at the table, eating the curry I had cooked for myself last night. "Taste nice?"
"Hm," Gerard said
with his mouth full. "Very nice, pass the chili."
Mikey looked up
apologetically. "I'm sorry Carrie. They were hungry."
I smiled at him, hugging
his shoulders from behind. "That's alright, love, I was gonna feed them
anyway."
Frank laughed and laughed
when he saw how red my hug had caused Mikey to turn. I swatted him over the
head and walked back into my bedroom, sitting on my bed and turning on the
television. I was soon joined by Frank, Gerard and then Mikey.
"What's up with you
Carrie?"
"Nothing much, Gerard.
Oh, I can't make band practice this weekend."
"What?" Gerard
shouted. "Why not?"
"I have to go to my
folks'. I need a date too. Do any of you know where I can hire one?"
"I go," Mikey
volunteered.
"No you won't,"
Gerard said, staring at the television screen.
I clung onto Mikey's arm.
"But I love Mikey. Let Mikey go, Gerard. Please."
"We all love Mikey.
He's staying with us."
"Mikey can make up his
own mind. Mikey will you come with me?" I asked, pouting.
He looked from his brother
to me and back. "I'd better not."
"Gerard?"
"What?"
"Will you come with
me?"
"No Carrie."
"Will you guys ask
Bob?"
"No," Gerard
answered.
"Will you ask Ray for
me?"
"No."
I glared at him "Why
the fucking hell not?"
"We have band
practice."
"Ahem," Frank
coughed, loudly.
"Fine. Can Frankie
come?"
"Who said I wanted to
come?"
I looked at Frank, rolling
my eyes. "Will you come with me?"
"Sure."
"No he won't,"
Gerard interrupted.
"Yes I will."
"No you won't."
"Yes I will."
"No you-"
I had to interrupt. "I
think Frank is old enough to make his own decision."
"We need him for
practice."
"We can do it on
Sunday instead. We'll be back Sunday night, right Carrie?"
"Yeah"
"Fine," Gerard
grumbled.
I threw my arms around
Frank's neck. "Thank you dipshit!"
"Don't call me
that."
"Fine," I said,
pouting and attaching myself to Mikey again, "I don't need you
anyway."
"Fine," he said,
carefully studying his nails. "I won't come on Saturday then."
"I'm sorry."
"Who do you love - me
or Mikey?"
"Mikey, of
course," I said, holding Mikey closer and making him blush harder.
"Don't talk to me,
Carrie," Frank sniffed.
"Frankie -"
"No - you are dead to
me!"
"Fine. But I'm still
dragging you to my parents'."
"Fine with me"
"Good."
"Carrie, do you have
any ice cream?" Gerard asked randomly.
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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