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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"Stop being such a
fucking dipshit, Frank!" I heard Gerard's voice say the next morning as I
slowly woke up but kept my eyes firmly shut.
"She's gotta wake up some time why can't it be now?" He
whined.
"Because she had a
rough day yesterday and I think she mentioned she was beginning to get a
cold."
There was a silence until
Gerard broke it with, "Stop fucking lying to me and let me wake her
up."
"I'm not lying and
fuck! I told you a million fucking times: no."
"What if she
subconsciously wants me to wake her up? Huh?"
"Oh yeah, Gerard, sure.
'Cause her mind is really thinking: 'where's Gerard when you need him?'."
"Well maybe it is.
Just fucking wake her up, she'll get over it."
I squinted my eyes and
looked through the slits to see Gerard looking, frustrated, at Frank, whose
back was facing me. I quickly closed them again when Frank twisted his torso
around slightly to look at me. I don't think he caught me looking at them...
awake...
"But-"
"Look, dipshit, I know
she's cute asleep and all but she's got to wake up sometime."
"Gerard, she's
sick."
"How the fuck will you
know she's sick if you don't fucking wake her up?"
"But what if she is
fucking sick and we unnecessarily wake her up when she should be asleep
healing?"
"Stop fucking
complicating it."
"But she might be
fucking sick!"
Before Gerard could retort,
I sat up - slowly and painfully- in bed and croaked out, "Shut up you
bogans. Gee, I am sick and Frank, you were complicating it."
Frank leant against the doorframe
and looked at me coolly while Gerard rushed over to my side. "You're sick?
Oh no, poor baby! Does it hurt? Of course it hurts! Tell Mommy Gerard
where it hurts."
I laughed and pushed him
lightly away when he tried to hug me. "Don't - you might catch it."
Gerard jumped back as
though he'd been scorched, suddenly not so intent on comforting me with a
cuddle, and declared, "I must go disinfect myself!" before prancing
out of Frank's bedroom.
I raised my eyebrows and
told Frank, "I worry about him sometimes."
One corner of his mouth
lifted up. "We all do."
"Not that I don't love
him... but why's he here?"
"He wants to do
something with us."
"What would this
'something' be?" I asked, easing the covers off and sitting on the edge of
the bed.
"I have no idea. But,
knowing Gerard, it could be anything."
"Oh, you'll find out
soon enough," Gerard told us as he sauntered back into the room.
"Now, up Carrie and into that shower - do you need some help?"
"I've got a cold not
paralysis - I can walk myself."
"I meant in the
shower."
"Oh... I think I can
manage by myself... thanks."
"No problem. Remember:
just call out if you need anything and I'll be under that water, naked and
ready."
I shook my head as I walked
from Frank's room and to the bathroom, finding clothes randomly here and there,
and thankfully new underwear. When I finished showering, brushing, spraying,
clothing, etc, I walked back into Frank's room where the boys were lying on the
unmade bed, Gerard trying to braid Frank's fringe.
"Hey Carrie?"
Gerard sung, not looking up from Frank's brown locks.
"Yes?"
"Do you have a
brush?"
"No. Why?"
"You're female
and you don't have a brush?"
"So? I bet you don't
brush your hair."
He glared at me and shook
the unkempt hair off his face. "I don't need to - I have testicles and no
boobs - who cares if I'm not groomed?"
I rolled my eyes before
turning on my heel. "I left it in the bathroom."
"Thank you!" he
called after me.
Ten minutes later; after
Gerard had been given and brush and groomed Frank's hair into a very girly
style, and Frank had shaken it out whilst glaring at his friend; Gerard was
ushering us both out of the door as if we'd been the reason to the delay of
leaving.
"Out, out, out you go!
God, I can't believe you took so fucking long. Honestly, you two, doing each others
fucking hair. Couldn't you have fucking waited? Carrie, don't look at me like
that, we're fucking late and we can't waste anymore time!"
"Where are we going,
Gerard?" Frank asked.
"Don't take that tone
with me dipshit. And you'll see."
"But-" I started
to protest, only to be interrupted.
"No Carrie. No more
talking, just fucking walk."
"Don't talk to her
like that!"
"Stop talking dipshit
and follow me ... We're off to see the wizard."
"I hate you Gerard Arthur Way
"Aw, you don't mean
that."
"Yes I do! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
"You'll get over it, love.
I grow on people, you know."
"So does fungus!"
I retorted.
Frank quickly changed his laughter into hacking coughs, averting his gaze from
Gerard's glare to a couple gliding past, holding hands to support each other
around the rink, taking another long drag on his cigarette.
"Anyway, the point is that there is no fucking way I will let you teach me
how to ice skate."
"You should know how
to by now anyway," Gerard chastised me.
"Not
necessarily," Frank said.
I turned to him hopefully.
"Do you know how to ice skate?"
"I didn't ... until
Gerard forced me to learn."
"I did not FORCE
you."
"Well, I didn't
exactly want to. In fact I wanted to not know how to run around on ice
in those things."
"Shut up dipshit, you
love it."
Frank stopped watching the
passing skaters to look at Gerard. "No I don't. Now you shut up and
start torturing Carrie."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why are you on his side? You said last night we'd get a copy of your key
for me and go ring-shopping today!"
Frank's eyes widened.
"Oh yeah! See Gerard? We can't ice-skate today, we already have
plans."
Gerard looked from Frank to
me repeatedly and pathetically. "You guys don't want to spend time with
me?"
"Of course we do, Gee,
but-"
"Oh good," he
interrupted me, hooking arms with myself and Frank on either side and walking
us away from the rink. "'Cause I was thinking you guys don't want me
around. So let's go do what you guys have got to do and then we'll come back
here to skate."
I looked up at him,
exasperated, but he just smiled at me innocently and I couldn't protest.
"Where to Frank?"
He led us to a long and
busy street which had three jewelry stores and we looked through the first two
of them, not finding a piece Frank or I liked. We were in the third store,
trailing behind an overly enthusiastic Gerard, who was scrutinizing each and every
piece of jewelry (whether ring or not) as if he was my fiancée.
"Frank it's all
over-priced and too flashy," I finally said, stopping next to a necklace
stand which Gerard had suddenly taken a keen interest in. He was reminding me -
apart from all the swearing- of a sugar-injected kid.
Frank nodded. "I know.
But the price doesn't matter so if you do see something you like, tell
me."
"Do we really need a
ring?"
"Yes! My Mom will
throttle me if she gets here for the dinner in a couple of weeks and I haven't
got you one."
"I don't think it's
important." I shrugged.
"Me neither but we
have to keep both sets of parents happy."
"This whole wedding is
a big keep mom and dad happy event."
"I know but we have to
do it and we have to do it properly. Because if we don't, Mom and your
mom will get together and try to do it."
I laughed. "They'd
kill each other."
Frank shook his head.
"Mom really liked you when she talked to you on the phone last week. If it
meant hurting you, Mom wouldn't do it."
Awww, that's so sweet, I
thought.
"Well, Mom's being a nightmare right now, so if your mom offered, I'd let
her."
"So-"
"Guys, guys!"
Gerard interrupted us excitedly. "I think I've found one!"
Frank and I looked at each
other wearily (Gerard had too much energy for us) before following him to a
display right at the back of the fairly large shop.
"They must keep the
best at the back," Gerard enthused, pushing us forward. "It's-"
"Fucking
beautiful," Frank finished for him, grinning as he looked at it, and
Gerard stood back proudly.
It was fucking beautiful.
Instead of traditional gold, it was silver, and instead of traditional diamonds,
it was ruby encrusted, but with smaller diamonds surrounding. The design looked
Celtic.
"It's gorgeous,"
I agreed, studying it.
"Thanks Gerard."
"No problem
dipshit."
I jumped back after reading
the price tag. "Maybe we should look at some others."
"What?!" Gerard
demanded. "But it's perfect!"
"Have you seen the
price?" I spluttered.
Frank merely glanced at the
number before shrugging. "I can handle it."
I stared at him. "No,
that's ridiculous."
"But, unlike the
others, it's worth it."
"But-"
Gerard clamped a hand over
my mouth. "Carrie, he's stubborn, just let him get it."
I glared at them both
before finally nodding. After getting the ring (it fit perfectly, first try) we
went and got a copy made of Frank's apartment key, but decided against going ice-skating
since the boys insisted I looked really sick.
"Fire engine
red," Gerard told me while Frank nodded, as we walked back.
I brought my hands up to my
cheeks and pressed my palms against them. "Really?"
"Yeah," Frank
agreed. "I think we have some Cold & Flu tablets at home, don't
worry."
"Okay."
"Hey guys,"
Gerard called, ahead of us, " is the door meant to be unlocked?"
When we got inside and saw
the person sitting there in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, I felt my stomach
lurch.
"Mom... what are you doing here?"
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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