So Donna finally is talking to Gerard Way, and finds out why he's in Australia.
Okay... so I wanted to act normal and not act like some star-struck, love-crazed fan. I lead Gerard into my hallway, and quickly tried to kick the front mat over a dark red stain on the floor. I didn't particularly want to explain what it was... not just yet coz I didn't really want sympathy for Gerard - also, I think it would either freak him out or make him disappointed.
"Well, um, do you want a drink?" I asked him as we both went into the kitchen.
"Yes please." He politely replied.
I cursed in my head at the fact that I never had coffee in the house. All I had at the moment was Milo. "Umm... I don't have any coffee or tea at the mo, but do you like Milo?"
Gerard frowned a little bit. "What's 'Milo'" he asked.
"Milo is, like, the best drink ever... to me that is. It's a chocolate-malt drink and it comes as a grainy powder which you mix in with milk. It’s the best. D'you wants to try it?"
Gerard shrugged his shoulders. "Sure... it sounds awesome."
I pulled the green tin out of the cupboard and put two of the biggest teaspoonfuls into a blue mug, and did the same to a black one. I poured milk into each mug and stirred it so that the milk was turning a nice chocolaty brown, but there was still Milo floating on the top. I put the mugs into the microwave for a minute to make them hot and to melt the top. Yum.
I noticed that Gerard was watching me closely while I was preparing his drink, so I made sure that my sleeves covered my arms. Again, because I didn't really want to explain.
"So..." I started to say, trying to put up conversation. "What are doing in Australia? I mean, I didn’t hear about any tours coming up. Is this a secret tour?" the microwave beeped, and I walked across the kitchen to grab our drinks.
"Well... I just wanted to escape. Our 'Life on the Murder Scene' tour finished a little while ago, and basically everything was driving me crazy. I needed to get away... and Australia was pretty far away, so I decided here. In fact, I was just driving along through the street when my car broke down. I dunno why coz it's fine and everything." Gerard explained.
"Bummer." I replied.
Why am I explaining why I’m here to Donna? I barely even know her, yet I’m explaining to her stuff I have only told one other person and that person wasn't even Mikey, my own brother.
I had a look at the drink Donna handed to me. What was it called again? Milo wasn't it? The top had a chocolate layer. Donna gave me a teaspoon as well, probably so I could get the choco layer off it. I took a cautious sip... and instantly loved it. Dude, why doesn't America have this awesome drink?
"Oh god... this drink is fuckin fantastic." I exclaimed. Donna smiled and offered me a piece of ginger slice. I took a bite and decided that slice should NOT be spicy... this chick must be obsessed with hot stuff... shit that sounded wrong...
"Is the rest of the band here? Or is it just you?" Donna asked curiously.
"No, it's just me and Frank. No one else knows... yet." eh, whatever. I’ve already told this girl why I’m here, I might as well tell her the whole story.
"Frank?" Donna asked. "Is he in your car waiting for you?"
"Nahh... he should only just be getting on a plane, and will arrive tomorrow."
"Why travel separately?"
"To avoid detction from the fans and shit."
"So is the 'Freard' stuff true? I don't believe it but still..."
"No, it's not. We're both straight, okay?" I cut her off, a sharp tone creeping into my voice. I was SO sick of being asked that... it was just a stage stunt thing.
"I'm sorry, I’m sorry!" Donna said quickly, throwing her hands up. "I know, that it gets annoying, but how you were explaining things you made it sound... ya know... sorry."
Shit, I must have scared her. Donna looks like a pretty confident but can be easily upset. I noticed that she tried to indiscreetly cover something by the front door, and now she was constantly shoving down her sleaves. I didn’t like what the sigs were saying...
"GERARD!" Donna shouted, awakening me from my deep thoughts.
"Huh?" I asked confused.
"You said you wanted help. Is it coz of your car?" Donna asked.
"Yeah... the bitch isn't working. And I need a mechanic and a place to stay the night... I didn't really plan on where I was gonna go. I was just going to drive around and see how it went and tell Frank where I was staying so that we could meet up when he get here."
"You can stay here for the night, if you want." Donna offered shyly, then she shoved up her sleeves as she took my now empty black mug to wash.
"Sure... but first, what is that on your arm?" I asked quietly, dreading for her sake what her answer was.
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