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.
This is the last chapter she uploaded. I don't know if it was meant to end like it does, but... it is all there is. Enjoy.
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"Is he okay with
it?" I asked Frank at 11:30 that same night, struggling with the lock on a
suitcase. We didn't have any lights on and had to whisper so as not to wake
Mikey who we wanted to remain oblivious and unconscious. We'd managed to elude
everyone to the fact that we were leaving. No one had known until a little
while ago, thanks to Frank's clumsiness, Frank had finished packing a while ago
and, since returning from the kitchen, had been leaning against the doorframe
watching me, with folded arms across his chest and blank expression, for almost
twenty minutes without offering any help.
"No," he
answered, scratching his chin and rolling his eyes. "It's Gerard,
what do you expect?"
Rubbing my hands over my
face and stepping away from the stubborn piece of luggage, which sat there
innocently, lid open three inches, I laughed. "A police lined up waiting
outside and on the roof to stop us."
"You'd better not say
that too loudly or he'll hear and actually do it. Feeding Gerard’s ideas,
is not good."
"Do you think," I
started while returning to my packing, every word coming out as a grunt,
"he'll forcibly prevent us from leaving or should we risk it? Charge our
way out, suitcases up to shield faces, and hope for the best? Oh for fuck's
sake! You little piece of fucking shit - gah, Frank, come over here.
Sit."
"Way to make me feel
like a dog," he sighed but did as he was told nonetheless.
"You're hardly
complaining," I grunted.
"Yeah, well, you scare
me sometimes."
I scoffed but did not reply
as the suitcase finally cooperating distracted me. After jumping backwards with
arms raised in triumph, I roughly shoved Frank off to pick it up, exclaiming,
"Yes, I'm a genius!"
"You? I did all
the work."
"What're you getting
at with this? Because I am not paying you for putting your ass on my
luggage-"
"God, shut up,"
Frank hissed, "or you'll wake Mikey up and we'll never get out of here.
Come on, we have to try placate Gerard one more time or charge through the
police line up, suitcases drawn. Your choice."
When pouting didn't work
and he refused to climb through our bedroom window, I led him into the kitchen
where Gerard was yawning into a cup of either coffee or, well it was Gerard so,
coffee and sitting on a counter top, swinging his legs.
"Gerard-" I started cautiously when he didn't look up at us.
"No," he answered
in a tired voice, taking a sip of his drink. I frowned.
"What do you mean
'no'?"
"It's a refusal."
"I know what it is but
that's bullshit. Why?"
"I don't want you to.
I want you to get married in Jersey where I
can be best man and you're wed by a proper priest, not Elvis. So, you see, you
can absolutely not leave."
Frank's lip twitched and he
tried. "Gerard-"
"No."
"Gerard-"
"Dipshit," he cut
off my fiancée, "you wake me up at," he paused to check his watch
which apparently wasn't working as he then turned around to look at the clock
on the wall, "nearly midnight by trampling on my head-"
I smirked and Frank looked
indignant. "I didn't know you were sleeping on my floor!"
"Well a little warning
before you kick my head in would be nice. Now, I would like us all to go to bed
and sleep into a rational frame of mind. One in which good decisions are made
and you will both see things from my point of view, a happy place where eloping
is frowned upon. Sleep is good, so off you go to bed and we will talk about
this again in the morning."
"No."
Gerard looked from me to
Frank numerous times. "What do you mean 'no'?! You can't do this, you have
to get married properly!"
I kissed his cheek as Frank
opened the door for us to leave. "We'll send you a postcard."
Gerard grabbed my wrist and
hooked his other arm around Frank's neck as we started to move. "No, I
don't want a postcard, I want you to stay put! You're making a big mistake,
you'll regret it for the rest of your lives, you're not being sensible - just
fucking listen to me."
I sighed while trying to
inconspicuously pry off his fingers but they were holding on firmly.
"Gerard-" I paused to violently try to shake him off but he's a
stubborn boy "-we're going to get married whether it be here or in Vegas,
what does it matter?"
He reluctantly loosened his
hold and we immediately, and in unison, stepped a safe distance away. "I
don't know ... It's just so much more like a real wedding when there are
guests, tuxes and dresses, annoying mothers and a reception - you know, the
works. Doing it in Las Vegas
I bit my lip. "Gerard,
you are here for us and not being there won't change that. That's exactly why
we're doing this. We love you all but there's just too much pressure, and there
shouldn't be. It's our wedding, you know. And neither of us want a really big fancy
one with lots of fuss so this is just better."
"I kind of
figured." He looked from Frank's face to mine, frowning, before sighing
loudly. "Okay, if it's what you both want, I'm not going to stop you.
Besides, going by this morning, I'm guessing you just want to get it over with
so you can go on your honeymoon," he added, causing Frank to roll his eyes
and me to blush bright red.
Frank and I took turns
hugging him goodbye and we were out of the door when I turned back.
"Wait!" Frank made an impatient noise and looked at the ceiling but
let me continue. "Ray's not out of hospital yet, we can't just leave him
while he's sick without even an explanation of 'we're getting married in Vegas,
see you later - Oh, almost forgot, get better'."
"I'll explain
everything, don't worry about it," Gerard assured me. "Besides, he
seemed fine when we saw him today - er," he looked at the clock again,
"yesterday. He'll probably be free to go tomor- today, I mean. God, I need
sleep," he added, rubbing his face furiously.
I smiled as I remembered
how perky and eager to leave the hospital Ray had been when we'd visited.
"Okay, he'll be fine," I repeated to myself as we turned again to
leave after Frank had finished attacking Gerard with another hug. "Bye
Gee."
"Bye! Take lots of photos
and, I swear to God, if you do one of those stupid, lame and tacky
themed-weddings I will kick both of your skinny asses!"
This time we'd only gotten
a few steps down the hallway before Gerard came out, looking weary and telling
us that there was something we'd probably like to hear before he led us back
into Frank's apartment.
"Don't give me that look, dipshit-"
"Well then quit trying
to stop us from leaving," Frank shot back at Gerard.
"I swear I'm
not. And if you twats actually checked your messages on the answering machine
every once in a while I wouldn't have had to call you back in." Once he'd
finished defending himself he pressed the 'play' button before jumping back
onto the counter beside the machine.
"You have 1 unread
message.
Message 1, 8:01 a.m.
'Hello Carrie'," Came my mother's voice and I opened my mouth to reply
but Frank shook his head. He knows me too well, '"and, um, Frank I
guess. If you're listening too. On that note, hello to all the other people you
hang around with and know I don't approve of. I suppose they'll be there aswell
since they always are and you refuse to take my advice of telling them
to find someone else to mooch off of. You're getting married, you can't keep
letting four un-housetrained men'-" Mom paused to listen to someone on
her end and we heard the muffled sounds of an argument for nearly a minute "'Oh
alright, but really it's what's best for her' ... 'She's our daughter,
John, I have every right' ... 'Fine, fine. Anyway, Carrie, back to the reason I
called. I have taken the responsibility- you're welcome, by the way- of
arranging your bachelorette party since you probably haven't even thought
of it, despite there being just barely enough time for one now since
you're hardly an efficient planner for events such as weddings' ... 'I am not
'nagging her', I am simply reminding her that this is important - and that she
has pretty much shifted all responsibility and work involved onto other people-
that's all' ... 'Oh, I am not. I'm sorry about that, Carrie, your father has
been rather moody lately. Anyway, you have to call me so I can tell you what
I've arranged. I'm not happy that you hardly call anymore - I am your mother
and I must know what is going on at all times. So you will call me as
soon as you get this message and, from now on, I will be calling every day - if
you can't muster the decency to keep in contact with the woman you lived inside
of for nine months and who bravely pushed you out' ... 'I am not. Just leave me
alone' ... 'No, go read your newspaper somewhere else please' ... 'Please! ...
Thank you. Anyway, Carrie, the point is that I want this wedding to be a
success, as I am sure you do too. So, we will be talking more regularly. Okay,
I have to go. Call me back soon.'
End of mess-"
Beep. Gerard looked up at Frank and I, after deleting the message, and I
stared back, tapping my fingers on my chin.
"Gerard, the next time
she calls can you please give her - Hold on, I'll get a pen and write it
down-" After watching me search around for a pen frantically, Frank calmly
reached behind Gerard's head and retrieved a pencil from the shelf there to
hand to me "-Oh, thank you. Gerard, can you give her this - my cell
number- and tell her that we are more likely to be able to talk if she uses
this number." I placed the pencil down after scribbling down the number
and held out the piece of paper for Gerard.
He looked down at it and
then up at me. "Okay, will do. But what do I say to explain when she does
call here?"
"I work," I said,
trying to keep the indignation in my voice to a minimum,
"But knowing dear old
Hannah she'll try the apartment numerous times even after I give her your cell.
You know, because she doesn't like or trust me and hates that I 'mooch' off of
you and Frank."
"Just say anything.
Rambling usually makes her hang up; try that."
Gerard nodded and I quickly
said 'bye' one more time just in case Frank remembered Madonna and held us up
further. Gerard ushered us out and, as he closed the door on our backs, I
turned to Frank and hoped I was conveying my nervousness well through the look
I sent him. "We're going to elope."
He stopped walking, causing
me to do the same and look around at him. A grin broke out across his face as
he stopped immediately in front of me, placing his arms around my waist. I
smirked, remembering what Gerard had interrupted earlier, and Frank must have
been thinking along the same lines because his expression mirrored mine.
I pulled his face down and kissed him. He kissed back briefly before pulling
away and resting his forehead against mine in one of those sickly-sweet moments
single people always gag at.
"You sure you want to
do this, Carrie?"
"Yeah."
He kissed me again and then
stepped back, slinging an arm across my shoulder as we started walking again. "Okay."
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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