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"What's on your mind Gee?" Mikey looked at his brother curiously.
Gerard, taken aback by Mikey's sudden direct question, deflected with a shrug. "I'm just pissed that I can't get my head in to my art."
"You sure that's all it is?"
Mikey knew his brother well and Gerard feared that if he didn't steer the conversation away from what was wrong, Mikey would wheedle the truth out of him.
"Yeah, and I'm worried about the new album, we start promo in a few days and-"
"It's our best work yet and you know it." Mikey slapped his brother's shoulder and smiled broadly. "Just wait and see everyone'll love it."
"Everyone?" Gerard arched his brow.
"Sure why not." Mikey laughed.
"Dude, you're not nervous at all?" Frank asked, peering at Mikey through suspicious eyes.
Gerard looked over at the sprawled body of Frank and smirked. He was sat on the leather seat with his ripped jeans, scruffy sneakers and tattered tee-shirt looking completely at ease and out of place in the plush office.
"Nah, I'm Mikey fuckin' Way; my word is the absolute truth and The Black Parade fuckin' rocks man!"
Despite his heavy mood Gerard laughed, reaching forward to punch Mickey's arm. "Way to jinx the new material."
Before anyone could reply a small robust man in a tedious grey suit walked in to the room and ushered Gerard and his four band members in to a large glass walled room. He invited them to sit around the highly polished conference table and introduced them to the other suits sat waiting.
*
Gerard's mind had been elsewhere during the afternoons various meetings. He knew the drill, they'd been through it twice before with their previous albums. He'd spent the time musing over what to have for his dinner, weather to call his mom or not, if he should go shopping before the arduous task of promoting began - anything that kept his mind off what he really wanted to think about.
Kelly.
Kelly, who was now very much single and most probably in pain. He could comfort her, he could be her shoulder to cry on, God knows she'd done it often enough for him.
He shook his head and glared at the laptop sitting too innocently on the table. He sighed. Why bother fighting it? He knew that sooner or later he would log in and check her account. And then he would spend the rest of the night obsessing about contacting her again and what to say if he did.
He flicked the ash of his burning cigarette before taking one last drag and stubbing it out. He might as well start his self destructive evening already.
The flood of comments on her page did not surprise him; she had a lot of friends. He sat reading through them, pouring over the words written by her closest friend over and over again.
If only this had happened a few years earlier, you could have saved yourself a bucket full of heartache. Still, onwards an upwards, he was never good enough for you anyway. Just remember Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us. Love you xo
What did she mean? What the hell? He hated cryptic messages, why couldn't she just come out and say what she meant. And why the hell did she have to use his words to say it? Was it a reference to the song? The lyrics? Him?
He clicked on to her friend's profile and chewed on his bottom lip. What if he messaged her friend? He wasn't directly contacting Kelly but he could find out if she was okay without breaking his promise. But what would he say? Wouldn't she wonder why he wasn't asking Kelly directly? His eyes skimmed her page and his heart stuttered as he read Kelly's reply.
Life's full of what ifs and maybe's, you can't dwell on them. But yeah, if fuckin' only! One true love and all that jazz. And hell the mirror wasn't problem, the reflection was. It was the wrong man. I should have cut and run and opened my mouth when I had the chance. Oh well like I said what ifs and maybe's, you live, you learn and you grow. Or die trying.
Gerard slammed his fist down causing the contents on the table to jump slightly. What were they talking about? The wrong man? Opened her mouth?
He tore a cigarette from the packet and lit it. Leaning back in the chair he inhaled deeply allowing the hot smoke to travel deep into his lungs. He held it there momentarily before breathing it out slowly.
Quickly he reached forward and clicked, not waiting for his rational thought to catch up with his actions, he began to type.
Hey, I'm an old friend of Kelly's and I noticed she's having a tough time. I didn't want to contact her directly because we didn't part on the best of terms but I was wondering if she's ok. Message me back.
He hovered over the send tab for a split second before jabbing the appropriate button. He sighed, his shaking hand picking up the cigarette again. What had he done? He cursed and snubbed out the burning cigarette. Pushing up from his seat he went through to the kitchen and paced.
Okay, he rationalized, there was nothing on his profile to suggest who he was and he hadn't given a name. There was nothing to link him to this and if needs be he could delete this pseudo-profile and create another. His heart rate slowed slightly as he nodded to himself. He was safe.
As he calmed down, allowing the adrenaline pumping through his system to subside, he made himself a hot coffee. Padding back through, he set his drink by his computer and fell heavily in to the chair, the brief moment of excitement draining him.
He reread Kelly's message and frowned. Why did he have to fuck everything up? If he'd just been any kind of a friend to her, if only he'd just told her the truth... He smirked, she was right, life was indeed full of what ifs and maybe's and what good did it actually do to dwell on them?
He switched back to her profile, his pulse speeding again as it showed her online. He smiled sadly as he acknowledged the comfort he found in knowing what she was doing at that moment. Right now he didn't have to wonder where she was, he knew. She was online; she was just a simple click away.
The sharp shrill tone of his phone echoed through the empty apartment as it burst into life next to his cup. He snatched it up and opened it.
"Hello?"
"'Sup dude, just wondering if you had a ride tomorrow?" Ray sang down the line, his enthusiasm for the upcoming months hard to ignore.
"Uh, no, I was just gonna grab a cab." Gerard mumbled, his eyes glued to Kelly's smile as it beamed up from his screen.
"Don't worry, we'll swing by about six and collect you."
"We?"
"Yeah. What's with you? You were so spaced out earlier didn't you listen to anything that was said?" Ray chuckled as he mocked his friend.
Gerard bit his lip feeling guilty at his lack of interest. "Sorry man I was a little preoccupied."
"Yeah, I noticed. Anyway I'm collecting Mikey so figured it wouldn't be too much hassle to come get you after. Frank and Bob are coming together but I told them we'd swing by your place for you. That okay?"
Gerard clicked back to his own profile and gasped. He had a reply.
"Gee? Is everything okay?" Ray's voice was laced with concern.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. Uh yeah, sorry Ray," Gerard collected his thoughts quickly, "I'm trying to draw and I just fucked up because I'm not concentrating."
"Oh, sorry my fault I guess, I'll leave you to it then. See you bright and early man." Ray chirped.
"Yeah." Gerard, distracted by his laptop, hung up.
Tom if this is you leave her the hell alone, you've done enough damage you sick, twisted fucker. If you try and contact her I swear I'll rip out your dead heart and feed it to Drummer.
If it's not Tom then yeah, she's fine.
Gerard slammed the lid of his laptop down again and cursed. He was still completely in the dark. What had happened? He moved over to his workstation and pulled out his art supplies. He felt the need to draw. As he sketched out what was smothering his mind he smiled. In his picture he stood side by side with Kelly, their hands interlaced their faces exuding blissful joy. Before them stood a mirror and in it a pathway sat waiting for them to walk down, together, into their future.
Yeah. If only. Gerard thought sadly.
Gerard, taken aback by Mikey's sudden direct question, deflected with a shrug. "I'm just pissed that I can't get my head in to my art."
"You sure that's all it is?"
Mikey knew his brother well and Gerard feared that if he didn't steer the conversation away from what was wrong, Mikey would wheedle the truth out of him.
"Yeah, and I'm worried about the new album, we start promo in a few days and-"
"It's our best work yet and you know it." Mikey slapped his brother's shoulder and smiled broadly. "Just wait and see everyone'll love it."
"Everyone?" Gerard arched his brow.
"Sure why not." Mikey laughed.
"Dude, you're not nervous at all?" Frank asked, peering at Mikey through suspicious eyes.
Gerard looked over at the sprawled body of Frank and smirked. He was sat on the leather seat with his ripped jeans, scruffy sneakers and tattered tee-shirt looking completely at ease and out of place in the plush office.
"Nah, I'm Mikey fuckin' Way; my word is the absolute truth and The Black Parade fuckin' rocks man!"
Despite his heavy mood Gerard laughed, reaching forward to punch Mickey's arm. "Way to jinx the new material."
Before anyone could reply a small robust man in a tedious grey suit walked in to the room and ushered Gerard and his four band members in to a large glass walled room. He invited them to sit around the highly polished conference table and introduced them to the other suits sat waiting.
*
Gerard's mind had been elsewhere during the afternoons various meetings. He knew the drill, they'd been through it twice before with their previous albums. He'd spent the time musing over what to have for his dinner, weather to call his mom or not, if he should go shopping before the arduous task of promoting began - anything that kept his mind off what he really wanted to think about.
Kelly.
Kelly, who was now very much single and most probably in pain. He could comfort her, he could be her shoulder to cry on, God knows she'd done it often enough for him.
He shook his head and glared at the laptop sitting too innocently on the table. He sighed. Why bother fighting it? He knew that sooner or later he would log in and check her account. And then he would spend the rest of the night obsessing about contacting her again and what to say if he did.
He flicked the ash of his burning cigarette before taking one last drag and stubbing it out. He might as well start his self destructive evening already.
The flood of comments on her page did not surprise him; she had a lot of friends. He sat reading through them, pouring over the words written by her closest friend over and over again.
If only this had happened a few years earlier, you could have saved yourself a bucket full of heartache. Still, onwards an upwards, he was never good enough for you anyway. Just remember Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us. Love you xo
What did she mean? What the hell? He hated cryptic messages, why couldn't she just come out and say what she meant. And why the hell did she have to use his words to say it? Was it a reference to the song? The lyrics? Him?
He clicked on to her friend's profile and chewed on his bottom lip. What if he messaged her friend? He wasn't directly contacting Kelly but he could find out if she was okay without breaking his promise. But what would he say? Wouldn't she wonder why he wasn't asking Kelly directly? His eyes skimmed her page and his heart stuttered as he read Kelly's reply.
Life's full of what ifs and maybe's, you can't dwell on them. But yeah, if fuckin' only! One true love and all that jazz. And hell the mirror wasn't problem, the reflection was. It was the wrong man. I should have cut and run and opened my mouth when I had the chance. Oh well like I said what ifs and maybe's, you live, you learn and you grow. Or die trying.
Gerard slammed his fist down causing the contents on the table to jump slightly. What were they talking about? The wrong man? Opened her mouth?
He tore a cigarette from the packet and lit it. Leaning back in the chair he inhaled deeply allowing the hot smoke to travel deep into his lungs. He held it there momentarily before breathing it out slowly.
Quickly he reached forward and clicked, not waiting for his rational thought to catch up with his actions, he began to type.
Hey, I'm an old friend of Kelly's and I noticed she's having a tough time. I didn't want to contact her directly because we didn't part on the best of terms but I was wondering if she's ok. Message me back.
He hovered over the send tab for a split second before jabbing the appropriate button. He sighed, his shaking hand picking up the cigarette again. What had he done? He cursed and snubbed out the burning cigarette. Pushing up from his seat he went through to the kitchen and paced.
Okay, he rationalized, there was nothing on his profile to suggest who he was and he hadn't given a name. There was nothing to link him to this and if needs be he could delete this pseudo-profile and create another. His heart rate slowed slightly as he nodded to himself. He was safe.
As he calmed down, allowing the adrenaline pumping through his system to subside, he made himself a hot coffee. Padding back through, he set his drink by his computer and fell heavily in to the chair, the brief moment of excitement draining him.
He reread Kelly's message and frowned. Why did he have to fuck everything up? If he'd just been any kind of a friend to her, if only he'd just told her the truth... He smirked, she was right, life was indeed full of what ifs and maybe's and what good did it actually do to dwell on them?
He switched back to her profile, his pulse speeding again as it showed her online. He smiled sadly as he acknowledged the comfort he found in knowing what she was doing at that moment. Right now he didn't have to wonder where she was, he knew. She was online; she was just a simple click away.
The sharp shrill tone of his phone echoed through the empty apartment as it burst into life next to his cup. He snatched it up and opened it.
"Hello?"
"'Sup dude, just wondering if you had a ride tomorrow?" Ray sang down the line, his enthusiasm for the upcoming months hard to ignore.
"Uh, no, I was just gonna grab a cab." Gerard mumbled, his eyes glued to Kelly's smile as it beamed up from his screen.
"Don't worry, we'll swing by about six and collect you."
"We?"
"Yeah. What's with you? You were so spaced out earlier didn't you listen to anything that was said?" Ray chuckled as he mocked his friend.
Gerard bit his lip feeling guilty at his lack of interest. "Sorry man I was a little preoccupied."
"Yeah, I noticed. Anyway I'm collecting Mikey so figured it wouldn't be too much hassle to come get you after. Frank and Bob are coming together but I told them we'd swing by your place for you. That okay?"
Gerard clicked back to his own profile and gasped. He had a reply.
"Gee? Is everything okay?" Ray's voice was laced with concern.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. Uh yeah, sorry Ray," Gerard collected his thoughts quickly, "I'm trying to draw and I just fucked up because I'm not concentrating."
"Oh, sorry my fault I guess, I'll leave you to it then. See you bright and early man." Ray chirped.
"Yeah." Gerard, distracted by his laptop, hung up.
Tom if this is you leave her the hell alone, you've done enough damage you sick, twisted fucker. If you try and contact her I swear I'll rip out your dead heart and feed it to Drummer.
If it's not Tom then yeah, she's fine.
Gerard slammed the lid of his laptop down again and cursed. He was still completely in the dark. What had happened? He moved over to his workstation and pulled out his art supplies. He felt the need to draw. As he sketched out what was smothering his mind he smiled. In his picture he stood side by side with Kelly, their hands interlaced their faces exuding blissful joy. Before them stood a mirror and in it a pathway sat waiting for them to walk down, together, into their future.
Yeah. If only. Gerard thought sadly.
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