He's Mikey Way. And I want you to remember that.
Yeah, I was looking back through all the pages of My Chemical Romance fics, and I found the section where all of the stories were posted on the 10th of September called 'Happy Birthday Mikey!' or something similar, and it made me realise that I love Mikey and haven't written enough fiction about him. This, I suppose, is a start at least. It's in Gerard's POV. Please read, rate and review? PLEASE?! Thank you! :3
I'm the frontman. When you say 'My Chemical Romance', my face is the one that pops into everyone's heads first. I'm the one who's face is plastered on teenagers' bedroom walls around the world. I'm the one who's had the wackiest hairstyles and the most distinct colour changes. Long, black and messy to the short silver crop, back to black, then bright cherry-red, and now to that kind of awkward ginger that I'm telling you I'm NOT keeping. I'm the one that all the fangirls swoon over and fantasise about. I am the eye candy. The singer. The one that everyone 'loves' and everyone says that I'm 'sexy' even though they've never met me and most of whom have only seen me in airbrushed pictures. I'm the 'sassy' one, the one who knows how to wiggle their ass when they walk and flirt with Frank onstage. I'm the one who suffered with drink and drugs and I'm the one you're all proud of for getting over it.
I'm Gerard Way.
But you knew that.
He's the lead guitarist, the one with the quickest fingers - and yes, you may take that in any way you wish. He gets the juiciest guitar parts, because he's just amazingly awesome at what he does. He's the tall one, he towers over the rest of us, and he always looks out for us because he's the 'sensible' one, and makes sure we don't get into too much trouble. He's not known for being the best looking, but he's instantly recognisable by his shock-mop 'fro that every fan secretly wants to touch. He's the one who 'stuck his hand in the cupcake' and the one who stopped Frank from climbing into that coffin in that documentary-movie they made of us. He's the one with the voice that you just love to listen to, even if you won't admit it, and when he sings back up, damn this guy can harmonise!
He's Ray Toro.
But you knew that too.
He plays guitar too, and he's the midget- sorry, fun-sized one. He's the hyper, eccentric one, the youngest of us who is more than a little crazy. He's the other one that the fangirls want to marry, and he's the one who they love to pair off with me in their fanfiction. He's the one who's not afraid of anything - except maybe spiders - and he's the one who I kiss on stage to make the fangirls swoon even more. He's the one who's gone from chocolate dreads, to that cutsey floppy black mowhawk that you loved with the blonde-then-red shaved sides, back to black where he's kept it and grown it long. He's the adorable one with the drop-dead-gorgeous smile. He's the ball of energy that keeps us on our toes, and he's the funny one who gets on really well with everyone. He's the one who comes out with the most random of things to say, and he's the one with the adorable little giggle that makes you melt.
He's Frank Iero.
But you knew that as well.
But he's here too. The tall, awkward blonde one. He's the quiet one, the one who rarely smiles and doesn't talk much. You know him as the baby of the band, even though he's older than Frank, just because he seems to be the most innocent. He's the one you know the least about, simply because he's not so outgoing. He's the one who is underestimated and underrated. He's had just as many changes as me; he's been that mousey brown kid with the huge glasses and the straighteners, then the glasses free one with the short dark hair, then the happier looking blonde man who is still somewhat in the background. He's the one who stuck a fork in a toaster that time. The one who plays bass. He's the one who learned how to play bass guitar in a week to join my band. He's the one who gave up everything that he'd ever wanted to do with his future to help his big brother realise his dream of being in a successful band. He's the one who's made me laugh the most, he's the one who's shared the most memories and stories and smiles with me, he's shared his whole life with me, the ups and downs. You don't see us turning out like Noel and Liam, do you? He's the one who also struggled with drink and drugs, but you seem to give me all the credit for getting through it in one piece. He went through just as much pain and hardship as I did, and he deserves to be recognised for it. He lives in my shadow too often - although sometimes I think that's what he prefers under certain circumstances, I think that mostly it's because I'm casting too big a shadow. That I'm shrouding out his light in my own snatch at greatness. But I don't want that for him. Because he's not just my little brother, he's my best friend. Always has been. Always will be.
He's Mikey Way.
And I want you to remember that.
How was that? Not too bad I hope; in my defence it was written past midnight when my brain was crying for sleep. Please R&R? Thank you so much for reading! :D