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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For a decision we made all
of a sudden, over something Frank had mentioned in no intention other than a
passing comment, a lot had to be decided and a lot had to be done... And there was
not a lot to be said about the 'effort' we were putting into it. So far the
only thing he and I had discussed, since the decision to elope, was agreeing to
not tell anyone else about this. We could be completely wrong but the reasoning
behind keeping the plan quiet was that the boys, Gerard and Mikey specifically,
wouldn't be happy with us going off to elope instead of having a 'proper'
wedding. We'd all made pretty big plans for the wedding and they were excited
for it, not just for the important roles we'd given them, but just to be able
to witness it. We knew they'd be really disappointed if they found out there
was not going to be a way they could be there with us. Knowing Gerard, if they
knew, we'd not be able to make it out of the apartment door.
"Frank?"
"Mmm?"
It was a while later and
we'd moved into the kitchen, leaning against benches opposite from each other
but not looking at one another.
"Want a coffee?"
"Yes please." He
came out of his stupor, moving his eyes slowly from the window facing into the
window, whose curtains were drawn shut, of the office building next door to my
face, lips lifting in a smile. I pushed myself off from the bench, got the milk
from the fridge and shuffled over to the kettle to get to work. As I walked
past him, Frank lightly touched my hand. "Oh! Gerard and Bob will no doubt
be here any time soon so making them one too would, uh, be a good idea. You
know how Gerard thinks he has the right to act like he lives here too."
I smirked and nodded,
pulling two more coffee mugs off of the shelf, knowing Frank was right. Gerard
had always acted like the apartment was his own and not accommodating him this
early in the morning, with his caffeine levels low and his moodiness almost a
guarantee, was pretty much asking for trouble. Black, no sugar for Frank ...
White, one sugar for me and Bob ... White and three sugars for Gerard ...
I turned to face Frank again after finishing the combinations and while waiting
for the kettle to come to a boil. I arched a brow and he lifted both his in
question.
"Are we going to talk
any more about what we've been avoiding?" I asked him finally, tired of
only our eyebrows conversing.
"I've not been
avoiding it. Have you been avoiding it?"
"No. I've just been
waiting for it to just, you know, come up into conversation."
"So you’re asking if
we're going to talk about it some more is it coming up into conversation?"
"Well I thought you
were avoiding it!"
He raised his eyebrows
again and said infuriatingly, "I wasn't avoiding it."
"Well, neither was
I."
"I gathered that some
time after you forced it to 'come up into conversation'."
"There was no forcing,
I - Gah, Frank!"
He started laughing.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You're just too easy at this time of
morning."
I glared playfully at him
and mumbled half-hearted obscenities under my breath. "So ..." I
paused and coughed. "We're eloping pretty soon, huh?"
"Yep."
"You're going to make
this as difficult as if possibly could be for me, aren't you, Iero?" He
smirked and nodded. "So, what? You have no idea you'd like to input?"
"Not as such but I
guess we'd better set down a few basic details. For instance: mode of
transport?"
I chewed on the inside of
my lip. I knew that he had a slight fear - not a phobia of but he was
definitely a little afraid- of flying but getting to Las
Vegas from Jersey by driving was
going to be no small feat. Frank saw the contemplative look on my face as I
argued with myself internally and sighed, "You want to fly, don't
you?"
"Well... yes, I do.
But you'd rather drive?"
"I'm sorry."
I continued chewing on my
lip. "Don't be." I turned again to fill the mugs with hot water, as
the kettle had just begun to whistle, before continuing, "How hard can
driving across all those states be, anyway?"
"Well," Frank said
hesitantly, "I actually kind of thought it would be, er, fun."
I snorted while stirring
the four coffees. "'Fun', Frank? It'll take ages and it'll just be me and
you, so -"
"Mmhm, That's exactly
why I want to travel by car. Because it'll just be us two and ... yeah" He
looked up for my reaction but I was keeping my expression blank so that he
would continue "It's just we'll be keeping married and all... And, its
just sinking in that it really is for real, so some 'us time' would probably
good for us, yeah?"
I smiled at the underlying
sweetness of his reasoning and stated softly, "Okay, we can go by
car."
He moved closer towards me,
the smile stretching across his face threatening to split his head in two.
"Yeah?" I nodded and he stopped in front of me, reaching behind me to
rest his hands on the bench at my back. I was caught in between it and him.
"So... you want some 'us time' too?"
I gripped his lower arms
but he moved them to wrap around my waist instead so I replaced my hands
lightly on his shoulders. "Maybe ..."
I trailed off and by now I was refusing to look anywhere but his lips.
"But maybe, first, we should ... um, we sh-should ..." Look away and
form proper and complete sentences, goddammit! "We should probably finish
making the plans for the, erm, the elopement?"
His fingertips travelled
down my sides and then over my arms. He stopped at the inside of my elbow and
gave it the barest of caresses. I shuddered and wondered how he knew that
touching there would bring about that kind of reaction. Hell, I didn't even
know that. When I opened my eyes again, he was smirking at the obvious effect
he had on me. "Sorry but what was that, Carrie? I couldn't quite make it
out with all that stuttering."
He bent his head down to my neck, stopping before his lips made contact with my
skin, and blew where my neck met shoulder. I gripped his shoulders harder and
dug my fingernails into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.
"Um ..." I tried
to form a coherent sentence in reply and resolved to try harder when seeing the
satisfied smirk he wore after my first try at a response, "God, stop touching
me like that! I can't even think!"
My waist was released again
as he moved his hands up to stroke along my jaw. My eyelids fluttered closed in
anticipation when I felt his fingertips brush against my lips but then he
stopped until I opened my eyes again. "Ah, I thought you wanted
some 'us time'? But I can't touch you?" He pretended to look confused and
started to slowly peel his body weight off of mine. I quickly grabbed his hips
and pulled them back against mine. He moaned deep in his throat so that I only
caught the slightest of sounds coming from his hung open mouth and
instinctively rocked his hips against my own. He quickly recovered, looking
down at me and chuckling. "But you just said that I couldn't touch you-"
Cutting him off in the most
effective way, I pulled his face roughly down to mine, with hands firmly on
either side of his face, and covered his lips, which I'd been eyeing, with
mine. His hands were left in mid-air, in the space next to my face, until he
dropped them down to his sides once more. When he started to kiss back and I
was sure he wouldn't move, I released my hands from their clasp at the back of
his neck and grabbed his hands. I guided them to the bottom of my shirt, making
his thumbs slip under and touch the skin there. He groaned and accidentally bit
my bottom lip. He pulled back a little, looking unsure, but I smiled back to
reassure him that I didn't mind the biting. In fact, I actually liked it.
Answering his previously cut off question, I told him, "I do want
some us time, right now."
Frank brought us back into
the kiss, immediately slipping his tongue into my mouth as my lips had been
parted slightly. All of a sudden, things had slowed back down. As our tongues
brushed once, twice and laid still before continuing, my hands, still over his,
directed him to pull my shirt over my head. His lips broke away from mine to
move down my neck, along my clavicle and finally to the swell of my breasts
above the pink bra I wore.
He smiled against my flesh as I made pleased noises and I smiled too, but at
his cockiness. His face made it's way back to mine, kissing me again, Harder
and rougher this time, making me respond by pressing myself completely and
suggestively against him, thinking about how long I'd been wanting this. Frank
broke the kiss and threw back his head, moaning loudly, due to the friction our
bodies were creating, which only served to turn me on anymore. I took the
opportunity to start kissing along his neck and, as I worked over his throat
and started to nip at his shoulder, his hands moved around to unlatch my bra.
As his fingers were
fumbling, a door somewhere else in the apartment slammed open, and we jumped
apart. Guiltily, I attempted to smooth down my hair and, the smirk no longer in
place, Frank handed me my shirt back. When Gerard entered, without Bob, I had
redressed even if my shirt was inside out and back to front.
"Sorry for coming over
so early, my pretties. I just-" He stopped as he stepped fully into the
kitchen and looked us over. We were both flushed, had messed up hair, crumpled
clothes and were avoiding looking at each other in fear of giving anything
away. Although our appearances could have been explained by just waking up and
getting out of bed, I could see Gerard's brain ticking over and was convinced
he knew what he'd interrupted. Looking back and forth between Frank and I,
Gerard started again, slowly, "Um ... hi?"
"Hi!" Frank
replied too brightly, causing me to wince and then glare at him. But I was only
glaring at his back as he'd turned. He faced our way again, this time with
Gerard's pre-made coffee to offer him. "Coffee?"
The suspicious look on our
friend's face slipped away as he moved forward to gratefully accept the mug. "Oh, thank you! I knew you'd have one ready for me, thank you! You would
NOT believe the morning I've had," He paused, smiled affectionately
at the coffee and then took a sip. "ARGH!!" He shouted at the top of
his voice, spitting the liquid back into the mug. He looked up at us with, what
I'm sure was, the most disgusted and accusatory look he could manage.
"What are you trying to do?! Make me want to give up caffeine?! That -
that - 'coffee' is cold and has no sugar in it!"
"It does have
sugar!" I defended quickly but took the mug off him anyway and threw its
contents down the sink. "I just may have not stirred it all that
well as I was distracted."
Gerard narrowed his eyes.
"What about the reason it’s so fucking cold?!" Frank and I exchanged
a look as we thought of what excuse could possibly work. Gerard caught this and
then grinned widely. "OH!" When Frank and I started to protest his
[correct] assumption, he flailed his hands around wildly, the grin still on his face. "No, no, it's okay. I get it, no need to explain."
I looked down at my feet.
"We didn't do t-"
"Did I
interrupt?" He interrupted, looking aghast.
"Kinda," Frank
answered, shrugging, "Yeah."
"Oh man, I am so
sorry," Gerard said sincerely after looking from me to Frank. "I just
came around to suggest we all go around to the hospital to see how Ray's going
- Bob's already there - but I can leave. Yeah, I'll just go and you can pretend
I never came in and continue from which ever part it was that you left off."
I blushed furiously and covered my face with my hands.
Frank punched Gerard's
shoulder. "Dude, shut up. Carrie, what do you think?" I peered
through my fingers at them both, still embarrassed. "Want to go see
Ray?"
I took away my hands and
nodded. "Yeah, I'll just go get dressed."
He scratched the back of
his head, looking away from me but desperately not in the smirking Gerard's
direction. "Yeah, I'll just, you know, wait out here. You go get, um,
dressed and I'll wait out here."
I raised my eyebrows and
said quietly, "You're just making it awkward, you do realize that,
right?"
"Actually, I'm trying
not to." He looked over his shoulder and saw Gerard, now sitting in a
chair at the table, watching us amusedly and with a hugely arrogant smirk on
his face. "Oh God."
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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