The ultimate revenge? He thought so. One-shot.
"Hello?" she sounded annoyed, or frustrated. This stung.
"Hey Kat, I was wondering–"
She cut him off, "Oh, I've been meaning to talk to you,"
"What a coincidence, I've been meaning to talk to you too." he replied.
"I need to go first." she said, followed by a long pause. "I'm sick of pretending that I'm okay. We both know this isn't working out."
He felt as though he had been punched in the gut. "We do?" he choked out.
"I am sick of hearing about how your going to make a living with your music. This can't go anywhere. If you don't have a future, I can't picture one with you,"
Tears were pouring down his cheeks, "You can't be serious,"
"You're 22 and you live in your mother's basement! What am I supposed to think?"
He couldn't figure out what hurt the most. What she was saying, or the fact that he could hear a male's voice in the background saying come back to bed. "Alright, well I guess I'll drop off your stuff tomorrow or something." she said, since he had been speechless for over five minutes. "I have to go,"
He sat alone in his room, crying to a dead phone. He squeezed the small, red velvet box in his hand. His heart was cracked, and lying in pieces on the floor.
Five Years Later
They were at their billionth television interview. He was the happiest he had ever been. The producers urged to audience to cheer really loud, and they did. It was deafening. The cameramen counted down from five.
"Welcome back! We are here with My Chemical Romance!" the hostess said. The crowd, though he didn't think it was possible, screamed louder. The producers urged the crowd to calm down so she could speak.
"So guys, the disc is called Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. Now, tell me, what is the sweetest revenge you've ever experienced?"
Katrina's face flashed into his mind. How he wished she could see him now. He pictured her sitting in a home, located in a trailer park, with a child on each hip and and another running around her feet. She was fat now, in his vision, and her husband, the asshole on the phone, was a good for nothing drunk. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.
"Gerard?" she asked, turning to him.
"I wouldn't call myself the vengeful type."
A/N: Hey there, just a shitty little oneshot for you. The idea just RANDOMLY popped into my head at work so I had to get it down. Tell me what you think!!