Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Nobody's Perfect, So Stop Trying.

27- Sing

by BulletproofNinja 14 reviews

Gerard is finally happy, with a few suggestions that could change their lives.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Romance - Characters: Bob Bryar,Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Published: 2012-10-17 - Updated: 2012-10-18 - 3390 words

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Hi guys! So this is it.... The last proper chapter. I worked my arse off on this, so don't hate too much. I struggled to find something to write about, considering that the only thing I had left to do was to tie up loose ends and stuff. But I'm quite happy with this chapter.... Most of it, anyway... And I hope you like it too. I'm actually quite sad that this is coming to an end. I feel all emotional D': Leave a rate and review to make me happy?

Ooh, by the way, when Gerard sings in this, I want you guys to imagine Cancer live in Mexico, because that's how I feel it would sound. Just saying.... O.o

Chapter title is pretty obvious, so I'm not even going to bother explaining. XD

~BulletproofNinja xo


Chapter 27- Sing

Gerard's POV

"Mikey, you know I love you right?" I whisper into my brother's ear as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Upon hearing me, I can feel him relax as he hugs me back just as tightly.

I pull away from his arms. "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Mikey gives a sniff as he smiles and nods. I walk out of the room, and out into the back yard, Mikey trailing behind me.

I sigh heavily to myself before slumping down onto the damp bench on the patio. Mikey doesn't follow suit, he just stands in front of me awkwardly, waiting for me to speak. "Are you.... Okay?" I ask him hesitantly. "With this?" I add, gesturing to my bare arms. Now that I'm seeing them in broad daylight, they seem more prominent and I can't help but feel a little exposed. Mikey looks shocked for a second, before apologising hurriedly.

"Of course Gerard! Geez, I'm sorry. I think it's great that you're comfortable enough with it to let us in. I'm so proud of you, you've been so strong!" I smile weakly, resting my head in my hands as I stare at the floor.

"Have I really though?" I give a laugh, the sound bitter. "I mean, look at me!" My head shoots up as I release another burst of sarcastic laughter. "This!" My hands run over my scars on each arm. "This isn't strong, Mikey."

"You know what I mean, Gerard." Mikey replies sternly, sounding as though he's talking to a small child. "So don't be so darn stubborn. I know that you don't want to be like that anymore, that's why you've made yourself change! And as a matter of fact I am looking at your arms, and not a single one of those scars looks recent. So you Have gotten better! Not completely, but you've made so much progress! No matter how much you deny it, I will always think you're a strong person, I'll always look up to you as the big brother that I want to be like." I look at him in awe, at a loss as to how someone can be so kind-hearted anforgiving.

"Mikey.... Mikes, I honestly love you so much. You're so good, such an awesome guy. I want you to know how much I appreciate all you've done for me. I know it sounds
all sappy and sentimental, but I love you, bro'."

"Aww, Gee! Stop it, I'm gonna cry!" He says with a happy but tearful voice, flapping his hands in front of his face. "God, anyone would think I was the gay one in the family!" I laugh at the sight of him flailing on the spot and gesture for him to sit next to me.

"We all know you're the most flamboyant of the group, that's for sure. But, it puts a smile on everyone's face, so don't you ever change!" I chuckle softly again and raise my thumb to his cheek, wiping away a big fat tear that had leaked out of the corner of his eye.

"I promise Gee." He laughs loudly and clears his throat, trying to regain some of his manliness.

I reach out an arm to my side, and Mikey falls into my embrace, exhaling with a shaky sigh.

"You know what I did today?" I ask him, rubbing the side of his head. "Or, rather, what I didn't do?" Mikey moves his head up slightly, turning his eyes to me.

"Uhh.... What?" He asks cautiously.

"I didn't, uh... I didn't cut. I was alone all day with loads of oppurtunities to, but I didn't. For you and Frankie." I look out at the back yard, avoiding Mikey's gaze as he pulls away from me.

"Gee.... Aww, Gee, I'm so fucking proud of you!!!!!" He ruffles my hair and squeezes me into another big hug. "I love you, bro'."

"Yeah.... Love you too, Mikes. But, I kinda wanna go back inside before you attack me like that again. Plus, I'm freezing my balls off out here!" We both laugh before walking back into the house.

All of the others are talking quietly amongst themselves. Frank, however, is detatched from the rest of the group. I begin to make my way over to him when a familiar scent hits my nose. I freeze on the spot, looking around at each person.

"Where did they get the coffee? Why didn't you tell me there was coffee?" I whine, continuing on my way to Frank and flopping my head on his shoulder.

"Chill out, Gerard, I made you one too." I lift my head up, a grin already placed wide on my face. Mikey makes a whiny sound too, and Frank laughs. "Yeah, I made one for you too, Mikes." Mikey jumps up and down on the spot, squealing and clapping his hands like a mental idiot.

"Thanks Frank. Love you dude." Mikey walks over and seizes his mug, cradling it tightly to his chest. Instead of cradling it, I take a massive gulp of the bittersweet substance, the liquid warming my body all over.

"What is it with you Way brothers and your coffee?" Both Mikey and I look at him blankly.

"Don't ever try to understand the Way brothers." I say, snapping my fingers.

"Mm-hmm. We're just too awesome for you muggles to understand." Mikey attempts to do the same as me, but his fingers fail to make a noise. "Aww, man! That was Pathetic." He cries at his hand.

Everyone else laughs at him. "Okay, Gerard just turned into the biggest diva I've ever seen! And Mikey..... Well, nice try there... The muggle thing was good though!" Becky laughs at Mikey's slumped figure, still trying to snap his fingers.

"Why won't you work?" We all laugh again. "Shut up, you guys." He huffs and puts his coffee down on the side, before hopping up onto the counter. I sip my coffee again and look to my brother.

"Oh, shut up and drink your coffee, you big unicorn loving moron!"


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Endless bickering and about three cups of coffee later, and it's now 8 o'clock. Frank, Mikey, Ray, Bob, Becky and I are all sitting downstairs in my room. Ronnie and Alicia had to go home about an hour ago, so it's just us now. It's kinda strange, really, no one has ever been down here before- with the exception of Mikey and Frank, of course. It's quite nice actually, makes me feel more connected to people, knowing that they've seen within my personal space.

I sit silently, sipping my coffee as I watch Frank and Mikey talk about music they like. I'm not really paying attention to much they're saying, but it's just relaxing watching them be so calm. Bob and Becky are doing one of those weird hand clapping rhythms... Bob is surprisingly good at it, actually, not missing a beat as they continue to talk at the same time. Ray, on the other hand, is sitting on the floor, gazing up at the walls with his mouth hanging open.

"Dude, seriously, your room is awesome!" He laughs in disbelief, still gazing at the poster covered walls. "Wait a sec, are those drawings?!" He points at a group of my art on the wall above the desk.

"Uh, yeah... I did them a while ago, they're not very good." I mumble quietly, my cheeks flushing.

"What?" Bob asks incredulously. "You don't think they're good?"

"Not particularly, no..." I reply, frowning slightly. Frank gives me a gentle shove. "Hey!" I shout. "Watch the coffee!!!"

"You and your coffee..." Frank laughs. "You need to shut up about those drawings though, they're awesome."

"Yeah, I mean, Mikey told us you were a good artist, but these are just insane!" Ray walks over to my desk, poking the drawing of Mikey. "It's so life-like..." He says dreamily. " I can almost feel his annoying personality coming through the page."

Everyone laughs, except Mikey, who huffs grumpily and throws a pillow at Ray. "Hey!!!" He cries defensively. "I'm not that annoying!" I laugh at the intense frown upon his face.

"Of course you aren't, Mikes..." He turns his glare on me, and I struggle to bite back a laugh.

"Watch it, Gerard..." He threatens, pointing at me with narrowed eyes.

"Aww, you know I love you..." I grin stupidly at him, the grin getting wider when I notice him holding back a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, you bastard." He reaches over and ruffles my hair. I'm about to shout at him when Ray interrupts my thoughts.

"Hey, do you play guitar?" Everyone turns their attention to the fluffy haired boy, who is peering into my cupboard, looking at an old accoustic guitar in there.

"Uhh... Tried to. Didn't work, so I haven't played since." I shrug my shoulders, and return my attention to my coffee.

"Oh, yeah, I remember that. You really DID suck." Mikey laughs.

"Oh, come on, I bet he wasnt that bad." Frank tries to defend me, but I just laugh.

"No, believe me, I really was. I'd show you, but it would end in disaster." Frank looks to Mikey, who nods in reassurance.

"Really. It's best if he doesn't." Everyone laughs at him, but I don't feel embarrassed, even though it's about me.

"Hey, are these songs?" Ray pulls out a small black notebook, the cover frayed at the sides and unable to close properly due to the large amount of paper in there, all containing very bad attempts at song writing. Oh, shit.

"Uhh... No. No they aren't." I put my coffee on the bedside table and jump off the bed, running to take the book off him. I snatch the book out of his hands, hiding it behind my back. "It's just some old notes for homework..." He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Oh, really? Then why so defensive, huh?" I stutter out an incoherent response, but I'm obviously digging myself a deeper hole.

As I'm stuttering like a maniac, I feel the book leave my grasp. I whirl around like a shot, only to see the little runt that is my brother scanning through the pages.

"Hey, guys, hold him off for me? I wanna read one." He jumps up onto the bed, and a barrier of our friends surrounds me.

"Seriously? You're really doing this?" I ask, bored. But inside I'm panicking. "Mikey, don't you fucking dare read them out loud! I will fucking kill you in your sleep, you slut!" I try to get past the barrier, but they continue to block me. Even Frank. "You too, Frankie? I thought you were on my side!"

"I am on your side, but I think you should let someone read them! I bet they're awesome." He smiles at me, and I can't help but smile back.

"Seriously, though, you read those out, I will end you." Mikey holds up a finger, gesturing for me to wait. I do so for another ten seconds, and Mikey closes the book again.

"Wow, Gerard..." He says, eyes shimmering. "That was.. That was absolutely beautiful." He climbs down from the bed again, makes his way through the barrier and hands me my notebook. "Why have I not seen those before?" The others eye him curiously, obviously wanting to read them too.

".... Which one did you read?" I ask, not looking at him as my face burns with shame.

"I think it was called 'Heaven Help Us'?... Gee, that was fucking beautiful!"

"Uhh.... Thanks." I smile weakly.

"Hey, don't be ashamed. They're really good." He pats me on the shoulder.

"Can we read some?" Becky asks, curiosity breaking her composure at last.

I sigh heavily. "... Yeah, whatever, Mikey's probably just going to steal it one day anyway, so you might as well read it now." I throw the book lazily at her, not waiting to see if she catches it or not, as I slump back over to my bed, flopping down on it.

The silence that follows is, for me, very tense. I can't see what their reactions are, so I'm listening out for any sign of laughter. I'm surprised to hear a sniff. This makes my head lift off of the pillow, and I crane my neck to see Becky wiping away a tear.

"Oh, god, which one did you read?" I groan, not wanting a response.

"Cancer... Man, these are good, Gee. Do you wanna maybe... I dunno, sing them for us?"

"Uh-uh. No. Hell no. I could play you the tune to Cancer on the piano upstairs if you want?"

"You have a piano upstairs? How did I not know this?" Bob asks.

"Because, dumbass, you're extremely unobservant." Ray laughs at him, giving him a kiss on the nose. "But, yeah, Gerard, we'd love that."

"Oh... I didn't think you'd agree..."

Frank suddenly stands up straight and points to the stairs. "Lead the way, young one!!!" He shouts in a posh British accent. Becky looks at him approvingly.

"Nice accent... A little old time, but nice." Frank laughs and then points again, making a weird whiny noise.

"Okay, okay!" I get off the bed and stomp up the stairs.

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"Are you sure you want to hear the tune? It might ruin the ly-" I'm silenced by Frank pointing at the piano I'm sat at. "Okay." I sigh, before putting my fingers to the keys.

By the time I'm finished, Becky is crying again, and Mikey clears his throat, his eyes glistening. "Oh my god, that just made the lyrics even more beautiful!" Cries Becky.

"Gerard, are you sure you won't sing it for us? We'll join in? I think we could figure it out from the melody." It's my turn to whine.

"B-But why, though?" I sound like a bratty child right now... "Do I really have to?"

"Well, let's just say if you don't, I'll show them that video of you in Peter Pan." My eyes widen in shock.

"You wouldn't...."

"Try me." He smirks evilly, knowing he's got me trapped. I sigh for what seems like the hundredth time today.

"Ugh, FINE!" I turn away from them all and put my entire focus into the song.

As I place my hands to the keys, I close my eyes, knowing exactly where to place each finger. This helps me calm myself more as I feel my cue to sing come up. I take a deep breath and start to sing the words I know so well.

'Turn away,
If you could get me a drink of water
'Cause my lips are chapped and faded,
Call my aunt Marie.
Help her gather all my things,
And bury me in all my favourite colours
My sisters and my brothers still.

I will not kiss you
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you...

Turn away,
'Cause I'm awful just to see
'Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body
Oh, my agony...
Know that I will never marry
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go

It just ain't living!
And I just hope you know!
That if you say, 'goodbye' today
I'd ask you to be true.
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you...

'Cause the hardest part of this... Is leaving you.....'

I open my eyes slowly, wiping away the tears that are now falling. That song is one that makes me cry whenever I sing it, it's the one that has the most emotion, the most pain. I close the piano lid and rest my head on it. After a few deep breaths, I remember my little audience. I freeze for a moment, scared of what they think. I sit up straight, dry my eyes with the bottom of my shirt and turn around to face them.

"So, uh... What did you... What did you think?" I ask shyly, rubbing the back of my neck. To my surprise, every single one of them is crying. Some more than others, though... Like Becky and Mikey, for example, who have turned into complete watery wrecks.

"That bad, huh?" I joke, still feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, Gerard, that was amazing! Your voice is stunning!" To my- and probably everyone else's- complete shock, Becky lunges forward and hugs me. She never hugs people. Ever.

"Becky? Are you okay?" I ask, stroking the back of her hair softly as she cries. She sniffs and calms herself a little bit, straightening up and pulling away from me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. But seriously, your voice... Oh my god." She laughs through her tears as she walks away again, moving to Mikey's side.

"Well, anyway, I'm going back downstairs, feel free to join me if you want." I turn on my heel and talk out of the room.

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It's dark outside now, I think it's about 10 o'clock or something. We're all still in my room, listening to music quietly in the background. Mikey's reading a book he found on my shelf, Bob and Ray are talking quietly amongst themselves, and Frank, Becky and I are just sitting there, enjoying the peace.

Unfortunately, that peace is rudely broken by Mikey. "Hey, guys, listen to this. 'A tale of a chemical romance'... That would make an awesome band name, don't you think?" His words seem to stir a lot of thought, or confusion in everyone.

"What, 'tale of a chemical romance'?" Ray asks, his nose wrinkling up in concentration.

"No, dumbass. I was think more 'My Chemical Romance', you know?" Everyone looks at each other, silently agreeing with him.

"You guys should totally start a band, that would be so cool!" Becky shouts excitedly.

"What, not you?" Frank asks, sitting up and looking at her.

"No, I'd suck in a band. You guys would totally rock, though!" I sit up too, looking around at the guys.

"What do you guys think?" I ask.

"I think it's a fucking awesome idea, man!" Ray bursts.

"Me too!" Mikey giggles.

"Yeah, I guess. It could be fun." Bob agrees, sounding a little less enthusiastic about it, but that's just him, really.

"What about you, Frankie?" He looks at me, a big smile on his face.

"That. Would. Be. Awesome!!!"

Everyone starts talking animatedly about the subject of our 'band'. Frankie and I get bored of it after a while and we lay back down on the bed again, letting the others continue with their conversations. I turn to face Frank, our faces inches apart.

"You never did tell me what you thought of my song.... Did you like it?" I ask, biting my lip nervously. He moves his face closer to mine, connecting our lips gently.

"You're amazing. You song, your voice, everything. My perfect little angel." I roll my eyes dramatically and look into his beautiful hazel eyes before kissing him full on the lips. I pull back and sigh dreamily.

"Nobody's perfect, Frank..."

So what did you think? The last official chapter.... -sheds tear- I know the ending is slightly cheesy, but I'm in a good mood, and I like it XD I hope you do too!
R&R for a slice of Pumpkin pie, motherfucker!
Ta ta for now!
~BulletproofNinja xo

EXTRA NOTE- The WILL be an epilogue, for all of you who are wondering, I'm not quite done with this yet XD
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