Jamie Gunter, formerly Jamie Whaley, is deceased. I am her husband, Kit, and I will check all reviews to keep the memory of her writings alive, so the stories will remain on this site.
Gerard Way was absolutely disgusted. He'd gotten another email from one of his fans that had a link for yet another fan fiction slash and it was, in his opionion, absolutely disgusting. He couldn't believe that people actually wrote this stuff about them! As if 'Frerard' and 'Frikey' weren't bad enough, they had to create 'Waycest'?! Gross. Did people seriously think that incest was hot? Ew. "Ugh..." he groaned as he read: '"Now it's my turn," he looked into my eyes, winking seductively before he moved his hand around to my front and began stroking me slowly. I leaned against the cold tiles as Frank moved his hand faster...' He did not continue reading; he didn't even want to think about it. Just out of curiosity, though, he clicked on the author-information link attached to the page. The thirty-six-year-old singer fought back the urge to retch when he read that an eleven-year-old girl from Georgia had written this particular Frerard slash. Gerard was fuming; he was just so angry. Didn't his fans care that he was happily married? And a father? And incest on any planet is just wrong. Poor Mikey... Poor Alicia. And what about poor Frank; his supposed "partner" in the majority of their slash stories? Didn't they care about him? And Jamia? And the twins? 'No, of course not,' he sighed to himself. Just as he was closing the slim, black laptop he heard the door to the bus slam open and then close as Frank stormed in and plopped down heavily on the couch beside him clutching a piece of paper tightly, as if to squeeze it to death. "What's that? Is everthing okay?" Gerard had an idea of what his friend was upset about. He was right. Frank rolled his eyes and huffed; he made a noise that definitely could have been called a growl. "No, I'm not okay. This-," he shook the paper violently in his fist before slamming it down on the counter beside him. "Kis another Frerard slash from a fan; and Jamia called me, crying into her cell, saying that some "freakieforfrerard"-," he shuddered at the name of the slash site. "-fan contacted her and told her that he knew she and the girls were just decoys, 'cover-ups' for our-," he nodded at Gerard sarcastically. "-relationship!" Gerard closed his eyes and shook his head sadly; he was honestly regretting ever having started My Chemical Romance. "This has to stop." Something similar had happened to his Lyn-z the day before, after they had played the venue. Frank just crossed his arms and said, "Fuck this. I think I'm ready..." "Ready for what?" "To stop. The band. The tours. Everything." Gerard nodded slowly, before replying, "Me too."
Frank and Gerard voiced their opinions on how to handle this "problem"' this "disease" that seemed to be infecting a large number of their fans, to the other guys. Ray and Mikey couldn't have agreed more.
THREE MONTHS LATER - END OF THE WORLD CONTAMINATION TOUR
They announced it that night at the very end of their performance... their last performance together together as a group. There were sobbing fans everywhere.
A/N: This was a nightmare I had.... it was so awful... they were reading our stories and all... Hehe, we know Frank Iero loves reading our stories because that's just the way he is, and you know Gerard is such a diva hes gonna love anything that makes him seem cooler or puts him in the spotlight doing things he wants to do (because you know he does) but feels like he can't... i am so rambling about a bunch of non-sense and don't know what i'm saying, R&R, Bye! xoxo Jamie