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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"Would you please just
take them out?" I asked, looking at him out of the corner of my eye, as I
tried to concentrate on driving.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Frankie, don't make
me pull over and rip them out." It was Friday afternoon and I was driving
us the three hours to my parents' house, as we'd be staying the night - and
then again on Saturday night as well.
"Why can't I just keep
them in?" He whined, gently touching his fingers on his right hand to his
lip and then his nose piercing. "Don't you like them?"
"I do, but my parents
won't."
"Do you really care
what they think that much?"
"Yes!"
He sighed. "Fine, I'll
take them out."
I looked at him surprised
and then back at the road. "What, you'll take them out?"
"Yes, if you want me
to."
"Thank you."
"I can't believe you
care that much about what they think, though. If my Mom and Dad told me my
girlfriend couldn't be pierced and tattooed and stuff, I'd tell them to go fuck
themselves."
"It's not like a rule
or anything," I tried to explain, as he pulled down the mirror and started
to take out the rings. "It's just they'd not think of them as respectable.
Then they'd be giving you their... their... their Look all
weekend."
"Okay, okay. They're
out. Maybe you should have brought Mikey with you instead."
"Gerard would have
thrown a fit."
"Hm," Frank said
in agreement.
We sat in a silence - what
I'd like to think of as a comfortable one - until a while later, I asked,
"Girlfriend'?"
Almost immediately I felt
like taking the words that had flown out of my mouth back, but Frank turned to look at me, with one questioning eyebrow raised. "What?"
Great, I couldn't pretend I
hadn't asked now.
"Um, before. You said 'girlfriend'?" I looked at him hopefully,
silently pleading him not to pursue it.
"Well your parents are
going to think we're... y' know, dating. So we have to act it, right?"
"Yep. Are you good at
acting? Because Dad's a pretty good walking lie detector."
"I'll manage. What
about you - will you be able to handle lying to your Mom and Dad?"
"I'm a pretty good
liar," I said confidently only to hear my passenger snort in laughter. I
gave Frank an irritated glance. "What?"
"You'd better be
better at lying to your parents than you are to other people!"
"What're you talking
about? I can lie to other people just fine - what? I can!"
He waved his hands and
tried to contain his laughter - no giggling. "Nothing. It's just -
remember that time you tried to get off work? What you told Lance?"
I flushed, indeed
remembering. "Yeah. So what?"
"He asked you if there
was an emergency and you said 'no'. So he asked if you had a date and you said
'no'. So he asked what was wrong and you said 'my-girlfriend-ate-my-goldfish-and-I-need-time-to-grieve'."
"I meant to say
'boyfriend'."
"Did you mean to say
this 'boyfriend' had eaten your goldfish?!" He asked between more fits of
laughter.
"Shut up! It just came
out!"
"I'm sorry," Frank said unconvincingly, pretending to wipe tears away
from his eyes. "It's just you should have seen his face - he actually
believed you!"
"I'm still trying to
persuade him into believing I'm not a lesbian", I muttered, shaking my
head.
"Aw, poor Carrie."
"Oh, shut up. I was
trying to get off work for you in the first place!"
"And Gerard"
"Who didn't end up showing?"
"Well he was the one
who suggested we take you to the movies."
"Why didn't he come,
by the way?"
"I dunno. Bert called
and said he had an emergency - which I think turned out to be a party."
I nodded. I'd met the boys'
friend, Bert McCracken, once. That experience was embarrassing. Ray, Bert,
Gerard, Branden and Mikey all barging in on a bikini photo shoot I was in, to
visit a 'bed-buddy' as they put it. I could've killed Gerard, whose idea it was
of course, but Mikey was so sweetly and profusely apologizing I didn't.
"What're you thinking
of?" Frank asked softly, looking out the window.
I smiled. "Just how
crazy my past two weeks have been."
"Since meeting me and
the guys?" Frank asked, wearing a proud smile.
"Yep. I used to be
normal."
"Not any more!"
"Definitely not."
Frank smiled and turned to
look out of the window again, as I discreetly looked over at him. I'd learnt
over the short span of time I'd known him that he was prone to such occasions, where
he'd just sit and stare at something in contemplative quiescence. I'd
experience that such moments, how ever long or short they turned out to be,
were not awkward at all. In fact, sometimes I found them quite calming.
As I was observing him, Frank looked over at me. I smiled and looked back at
the road, narrowly missing a sea gull whose death wish was to be killed by a
Jeep Cherokee while casually walking across traffic instead of flying, like most
other sane birds.
"How long now?"
"Twenty minutes,"
I answered after glancing at my watch.
"Okay."
"Is that your
Dad?" Frank asked as we pulled up into the driveway. He was staring out
into the dimming light at the man who was wading out into the pond displayed in
our front yard, in nothing but cotton underwear.
"Um, no. That's Bobby,
the gardener."
Frank started laughing.
"What the fuck is he doing?"
"I don't have a
clue."
He looked up at the three
storey mansion. "You never told me you were rich."
"I'm not," I said
as I felt my cheeks flush, "my parents are."
"Are you sure he's not
going to drown?" Frank asked as, following me, he got out of my car.
I looked back at Bobby who
was stumbling on something and waving his arms around madly while trying to
regain balance. "Who knows? Hurry up to the house and maybe he won't see
us."
"Wow you're
nice."
"Shut up and
walk," I commanded through gritted teeth, one eye on the gardener. When we
got to the front door, I pushed the doorbell and then turned to Frank,
"One thing you need to know: my Dad used to be a Commanding Officer in the
Navy so don't be surprised if he wakes you up in the morning at three o'clock
and tries to take you for a 5
km run along the beach. To get out of it, I used to say
I had period cramps, but I don't think that'll work for you."
"Really?" He said
dryly.
"Oh and about
Mom-"
I was cut short when the
front door was thrown open and my father came up, picking me up in the biggest
bear hug you could ever imagine. "Carrie!"
Refraining from saying 'Ouch!'
and 'Sorry Frankie', who had been bowled over into the garden from Dad's force,
I hugged him back and said weakly, "Hi Daddy."
"How have you been?!
Kept on working out have we? Oh well, a few laps of the beach and you'll be in
top condition again, won't you? And where's ... God, what's his name? Danny was
it? Haven't seen him for a while"
My mind swimming, I stepped
back and hooked my arm through Frank's and smiled. "Daddy, this is Frank,
my date."
Dad's face fell. "Oh.
So you and Danny broke up did you?"
"Yes," I said,
fighting to keep the loving smile on my face.
"Pity, pity," Dad
muttered before stepping forward and offering his hand to shake, which Frank
did. "Hello, young man. Frank is it?"
"Yes sir."
Dad looked Frank over
suspiciously. "Well he seems alright. Come on you two; you're mother's
dying to see you, Carrie."
"Carrie?!" A
feminine voice called from inside. "John, dear, is my baby daughter
here?!"
"Come in," Dad
said and ushered us inside.
Once again I was hugged,
this time by my mother. "Carrie! Carrie, I can't believe it's you!"
Oh God here we go. Mom released me and looked at Frank.
"Hello. Carrie, is this your date?"
"Yes. Mom this is
Frank, Frank this is my Mom - Hannah."
"Hello Frank."
"Hello Mrs..."
"Just call me Hannah,
dear. So, Carrie, what happened to Danny?"
"We just split Mom,
that's all."
"And you found Frank.
How ... lovely," Mom said stiffly and I felt Frank stiffen next to me.
"So how long have you two been seeing each other?"
Frank grasped my hand and
answered before I could, "Eleven months."
Mom almost choked. "So
it's serious then?"
Frank gave her the biggest,
most sugary smile and kissed me on top of the head. "Very."
"That's great!"
Dad boomed and I beamed at him as Mom paled. "Where's yours and Frank's
bag luggage? Is it still in the car?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Well I'll bring it up
to your room and then you two lovebirds can go sleep. Good night,
honey," Dad said, hugging me again.
"Yes, Good night
Carrie," Mom said giving me 'air kisses'. "Good night Frank."
When we were finally alone,
in one of the guest rooms, the bags at the foot of our bed and Frank and I on our own separate sides of the King-sized bed, I asked, "'Eleven
months'?"
He smiled innocently.
"Something wrong, love?"
"Frankie!" I
groaned. "They'll think it's serious now; they'll want us to get
married!"
"And have baby-Carries
and baby-Frankies. How cute!"
"You're an ass. We'll
never be able to get out of this one!"
"I love you too
Carrie."
I turned off the last lamp
and snuggled down in the blankets. "G'night Frankie."
"What? No 'I love you
too'?" He chuckled. "Okay! Ow- I get it! Good night."
I hit his chest one last
time for effect before closing my eyes and waiting for sleep.
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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