Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > In with the old Ways
The next two weeks went flying by faster that I thought, and soon it was the day before we had to leave Donna and go on tour, our first gig playing in New Jersey.
I was sad to be leaving her, as were the boys, but it had to be done.
The boys decided that even though I had a pretty good style in clothing, I would need more clothes, so they took me shopping. Man I love being friends with rock stars! They buy you stuff.
First stop, of course, HotTopic. I had missed HotTopic so much, as they didn’t have them back in the U.K, but I did have Camden town to shop in. We bought around seven more band Tee’s (Them sneaking in a MCR one of course), three more pairs of skinny black jeans, two with rips in them, one for ‘smarter’ days out, three studded belts and some black boots. Along with a couple of long-sleeve netted shirts to wear under my band Tee’s and two black Hoodies. One Hoodie was Black flag, and the other was Iron maiden. Good to see their taste in music hasn’t changed.
“I have an idea!” Oh no, that’s Gerard’s I’m gonna love it, but your totally gonna hate it, voice.
“What?” I asked, soon regretting it.
He grabbed my hand and led me somewhere around the corner. Soon I found out what his grand idea was.
“Oh no, NO way are you doing this, no way, no how.” I stood my ground.
“Oh c’mon it won’t hurt!!”
“NO! You are not cutting my hair!!”
“Oh, but yes I am.” With that he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hair salon. “Excuse me kind sir, my friend would like to have her hair cut.” He addressed the man sitting at the desk. His hair was styled in a short lime green Mohawk that came over one of his eyes, and the sides were dyed pink. He looked like a piece of candy.
“Sure thing sweet cheeks,” he turned to me. “What would you like done?”
What was I supposed to say? I didn’t want my hair cut, I liked it the way it was, long dark brown curls that went to the bottom of my ribs, it was easy and I didn’t have to style it, simple. I didn’t know what to tell the man, so it just looked over to Gerard and shot my famous death glare. Apparently it no longer works on Gerard.
“Well I was thinking since she has such gorgeous curls, something a bit shorter and layered so they have freedom to bounce all that want.” Gerard suggested. I swear he knows too much about girls hair.
“Sure thing,” He wrote something down. “You got any input in this Hun?” he directed at me.
I just shook my head terrified about losing my hair, but if Gerard thinks it will look good, then I’m too scared to say no, he’s REALY fuckin' strong.
“Fine, do what you want, just don’t shave it all of, that’s all I ask.” Ok I can be a bit of a push over with Gerard, anyone else and I would have smacked them and ran by now, but no. I’m such a whimp, but hell, he can be scary when he wants to be.
“OH lets dye it black!” Mikey chipped in, man; I forgot he was still there.
“NO!”
“YES!” great, Gerard always has to make it worse.
“NO! Gee you’ve done enough!”
“Oh common! It will look really good!” He batted his eyelashes at me, oh no. “Plus! We can put bits of red in it! I know you love red!” he started fiddling with my hair and stared lovingly into my eyes as if it would convince me. Well it’s not gonna work!
“NO, coz it you put red in it, we will have to bleach it first! You’re not bleaching my hair! You can dye it black if you want but NO BLEACH!” damn I’m such a push over. I think that was his plan all along.
“YAY!” he sprang back clapping his hands, I swear, if I didn’t know him any better he would look gayer than a rainbow right now. And that’s a lot for Gerard, ‘coz there is NO way he’s gay. I’ve herd about his little stage performance with his guitarist, but hell he is one of the least gay people I know.
“Arghhhh.” He dragged me towards the chair and Mr.Candy-man started his magic.
Before I knew it he was finished, the whole time I was too scared to watch him, so this would be my first look at the new me.
And I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Before me I saw a completely different girl, but I knew it was me, because I was the only one that had those eyes.
My hair was in its natural curl, but it was even bigger and fluffier now it wasn’t weighing it’s self down. Jet black (just like Gerard’s) curls just skimming my shoulders; layers all over so the curls would do their own thing (Just like Gerard had instructed), not so that it looked like an afro, but so it had a lot of volume to it. I had a large messy fringe on the right side of my face and my curls fit round my face, giving me a more defended rock chick look.
I looked round to Gerard with a stunned expression on my face. Much like the one he was sporting himself.
“Wow…” was all he could squeeze out.
“Good wow? Or ‘OH SHIT what have I done’ wow?” I timidly asked him, but his expression didn’t change. He just stared at me; he wasn’t even looking at my hair anymore, just staring into my eyes like they were the meaning of life.
“Well?” I was more frightened than ever now.
“You look… beautiful.”
My heart thumped like it hadn’t in years, and suddenly it wanted to make up for it.
“Really?...”
He bent down on one knee in front of me to get a closer look, overlooking every last curl, before looking me in the eyes once again. He delicately brushed my fringe slightly out of my eyes as his own darted around my face.
He suddenly corrected him self and averted his eyes to look down at the floor beside us hiding he face with his own hair.
He stood up without another word and looked back up at me with a new look plastered across his face the same cheeky grin I have seen a thousand times before when we were younger.
“I’m a genius.” He stated still grinning like a child that has just managed to persuade his mother into letting him stay up past his bed time to watch cartoons. (This for the record is something he has done many times before.)
“You’ve always been the modest one haven’t you?” Mikey popped up out of nowhere sipping at a Starbucks coffee.
“Of course I have little bro, now gimmie that!” he said snatching at Mikey’s coffee.
And failing.
“NOOOOO way, go get your own!”
“Gee, seeing as you’re the one who made me do this, and yourself being the rock star, you can pay the nice man for my haircut and we can go get our own coffee. On you of course.” I said, turning out my pockets and plastering an innocent grin on my face.
Before I knew it he was slamming money into the guy’s hand, instructing him to keep the change and dragging me away by the hand, in the general direction of Starbucks.
We got there and ordered our coffees. It was then that I noticed that are hands were still entwined, he was one of my best friends after all so it didn’t faze me, not until I herd a clicking sound in the back round. I knew instantly what it was and notified Gerard of this, it was him that was the rock star anyway.
“That your girlfriend Gerard?” The greasy creep with the camera questioned Gee still taking pictures.
It was the day that I found out that Gerard doesn’t like paparazzi very much.
He then released my hand and moved behind me putting an arm around my waist and the other across my shoulders, as to protect me as he turned to the middle aged man with the camera.
“FUCK YOU! This is happens to be mine and my little Brother’s best friend.” He said sternly to the creep. He tightened his grip around me and rested his head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear to not let the man bother me and that he would handle it, although it was not looking good for the image he had just given the man. I didn’t care, it was a nice feeling being held like this, and for him to show that he was going to protect me from this prick. I just held my hands over where his hands were rested and gave them a squeeze to show him that I was okay. Truth was, I wasn’t. I didn’t like the idea of being exploited as his little whore, especially as I was still getting used to the idea of him being famous around here. Although his band was still big in England, I never read magazines or watched the news, so I had no idea he was in it.
“But you clearly have feelings for this girl, your protecting her in this way. She must mean more to you than what you are saying.” Creepy man had a point, we was being a bit over protective over me. But it didn’t exactly mean he had those kinds of feelings for me.
Right? I was just new to this and he wanted me to be alright with it, right? I mean, this was bound to happen sooner or later.
“Piss off man; I care about her, that’s all. I don’t want creeps like you to scare her off.” Gerard stood his ground holding tighter onto me and shooting death glares at the man. To be honest, I was kind of scared. This man was really sleazy and grimy, he obviously oiled his hair back, and he was wearing a long black trench coat, His slacks were way to high, and his socks were a dirty white colour. He really freaked me out, and I certainly didn’t want to be in any magazines.
“Look all I’m saying it that you to seem to be a very cute couple. And it’s my job to find out these things. If you wanna deny it then so be it, but we will just see what the fans think about these pictures.”
There, that was it, we were going to be all over the internet, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
Gerard grabbed our now ready coffees and stormed out of Starbucks once again holding my hand.
He walked us out of the shopping mall, still clearly angry and sat down us on a patch of grass outside. As we both hated the sun, it was up against a tree in the shade.
“I’m so fucking sorry about that guy, I should of warned you that this sort of thing would happen, I shouldn’t of been holding your hand anyway, that was wrong of me, I just didn’t see it that big of a deal to let go. And when that creep started on us like that. Oh god. I shouldn’t have held you that way, I wasn’t appropriate, I just made it look worse, but I just wanted to protect you. I’m still getting used to having you around again, I just didn’t want you to get freaked out and leave me, I missed you so much and I-“ I had to stop him from apologising, he would probably go on all night if I let him. I just held my finger against his lips to silence him.
“Shhhhhhh-shut up! Stop apologising its okay! I figured this would happen at some point, I just didn’t realize it would be so soon, it just caught me of guard, that’s all. Thank you for protecting me the way you did. I felt a lot safer like that, in your arms. Don’t worry about it.” I snaked my hands around his waist and rested my head on his chest. He put his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in closer resting his chin on my head. He shifted me so my legs swung over his lap and we just sat there holding each other for a wile. He sat up slightly and pulled my chin up with his curled finger so I would face him.
His eyes darted around my face and settled on my eyes, just like he did before in the hair salon.
“I was so scared you were going to freak out and leave me. I just got you back and that idea scared the shit out of me.” His voice careful and even.
“I would never leave you guys again, hell; it wasn’t even my choice the first time. I missed you so much.” My voice just as gentle as his was.
“Ehem.”
We turned to see Mikey standing awkwardly looking at his shoes.
“Sorry to brake up the love fest, but we should be heading home, mom’s making dinner for our last night here before we hit the road again tomorrow.” He trailed off obviously uncomfortable with the way me and Gerard were behaving. We silently agreed with him.
We slowly released each other and Gee got up first and held out a hand to help me out.
We all slowly and awkwardly walked back to Gee’s car, none of us really wanting to bring up what had just happened.
The car ride home was to quiet for my liking so I decided to bring up a conversation.
“I’m really looking forward to meeting the rest of the band tomorrow. Are you sure they will be okay with me bunking with you guys? Coz I’m sure I can stay with the crew if their not. It’s no big deal.”
“Rox, they will love you. I know it. Plus they will be thrilled to have a chick on the bus, so watch your back; only Ray has a girlfriend at the moment as far as I know. As Mikey is bringing his girlfriend, Alicia, you’re going to be on a bus with other three Horney single guys.” Gerard replied to me turning is gaze from the road every now and then to look over to me.
“Three?” I questioned, trying to do the math, as there was only two other single guys I didn't already know.
“Yep. I was counting myself in that one.” He said not tearing his gaze on the road wile smirking to him self.
I didn’t say anything back to him on that one. After all, what could I say?
I just changed the subject to Mikey’s girlfriend for the rest of the drive home.
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I was sad to be leaving her, as were the boys, but it had to be done.
The boys decided that even though I had a pretty good style in clothing, I would need more clothes, so they took me shopping. Man I love being friends with rock stars! They buy you stuff.
First stop, of course, HotTopic. I had missed HotTopic so much, as they didn’t have them back in the U.K, but I did have Camden town to shop in. We bought around seven more band Tee’s (Them sneaking in a MCR one of course), three more pairs of skinny black jeans, two with rips in them, one for ‘smarter’ days out, three studded belts and some black boots. Along with a couple of long-sleeve netted shirts to wear under my band Tee’s and two black Hoodies. One Hoodie was Black flag, and the other was Iron maiden. Good to see their taste in music hasn’t changed.
“I have an idea!” Oh no, that’s Gerard’s I’m gonna love it, but your totally gonna hate it, voice.
“What?” I asked, soon regretting it.
He grabbed my hand and led me somewhere around the corner. Soon I found out what his grand idea was.
“Oh no, NO way are you doing this, no way, no how.” I stood my ground.
“Oh c’mon it won’t hurt!!”
“NO! You are not cutting my hair!!”
“Oh, but yes I am.” With that he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hair salon. “Excuse me kind sir, my friend would like to have her hair cut.” He addressed the man sitting at the desk. His hair was styled in a short lime green Mohawk that came over one of his eyes, and the sides were dyed pink. He looked like a piece of candy.
“Sure thing sweet cheeks,” he turned to me. “What would you like done?”
What was I supposed to say? I didn’t want my hair cut, I liked it the way it was, long dark brown curls that went to the bottom of my ribs, it was easy and I didn’t have to style it, simple. I didn’t know what to tell the man, so it just looked over to Gerard and shot my famous death glare. Apparently it no longer works on Gerard.
“Well I was thinking since she has such gorgeous curls, something a bit shorter and layered so they have freedom to bounce all that want.” Gerard suggested. I swear he knows too much about girls hair.
“Sure thing,” He wrote something down. “You got any input in this Hun?” he directed at me.
I just shook my head terrified about losing my hair, but if Gerard thinks it will look good, then I’m too scared to say no, he’s REALY fuckin' strong.
“Fine, do what you want, just don’t shave it all of, that’s all I ask.” Ok I can be a bit of a push over with Gerard, anyone else and I would have smacked them and ran by now, but no. I’m such a whimp, but hell, he can be scary when he wants to be.
“OH lets dye it black!” Mikey chipped in, man; I forgot he was still there.
“NO!”
“YES!” great, Gerard always has to make it worse.
“NO! Gee you’ve done enough!”
“Oh common! It will look really good!” He batted his eyelashes at me, oh no. “Plus! We can put bits of red in it! I know you love red!” he started fiddling with my hair and stared lovingly into my eyes as if it would convince me. Well it’s not gonna work!
“NO, coz it you put red in it, we will have to bleach it first! You’re not bleaching my hair! You can dye it black if you want but NO BLEACH!” damn I’m such a push over. I think that was his plan all along.
“YAY!” he sprang back clapping his hands, I swear, if I didn’t know him any better he would look gayer than a rainbow right now. And that’s a lot for Gerard, ‘coz there is NO way he’s gay. I’ve herd about his little stage performance with his guitarist, but hell he is one of the least gay people I know.
“Arghhhh.” He dragged me towards the chair and Mr.Candy-man started his magic.
Before I knew it he was finished, the whole time I was too scared to watch him, so this would be my first look at the new me.
And I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Before me I saw a completely different girl, but I knew it was me, because I was the only one that had those eyes.
My hair was in its natural curl, but it was even bigger and fluffier now it wasn’t weighing it’s self down. Jet black (just like Gerard’s) curls just skimming my shoulders; layers all over so the curls would do their own thing (Just like Gerard had instructed), not so that it looked like an afro, but so it had a lot of volume to it. I had a large messy fringe on the right side of my face and my curls fit round my face, giving me a more defended rock chick look.
I looked round to Gerard with a stunned expression on my face. Much like the one he was sporting himself.
“Wow…” was all he could squeeze out.
“Good wow? Or ‘OH SHIT what have I done’ wow?” I timidly asked him, but his expression didn’t change. He just stared at me; he wasn’t even looking at my hair anymore, just staring into my eyes like they were the meaning of life.
“Well?” I was more frightened than ever now.
“You look… beautiful.”
My heart thumped like it hadn’t in years, and suddenly it wanted to make up for it.
“Really?...”
He bent down on one knee in front of me to get a closer look, overlooking every last curl, before looking me in the eyes once again. He delicately brushed my fringe slightly out of my eyes as his own darted around my face.
He suddenly corrected him self and averted his eyes to look down at the floor beside us hiding he face with his own hair.
He stood up without another word and looked back up at me with a new look plastered across his face the same cheeky grin I have seen a thousand times before when we were younger.
“I’m a genius.” He stated still grinning like a child that has just managed to persuade his mother into letting him stay up past his bed time to watch cartoons. (This for the record is something he has done many times before.)
“You’ve always been the modest one haven’t you?” Mikey popped up out of nowhere sipping at a Starbucks coffee.
“Of course I have little bro, now gimmie that!” he said snatching at Mikey’s coffee.
And failing.
“NOOOOO way, go get your own!”
“Gee, seeing as you’re the one who made me do this, and yourself being the rock star, you can pay the nice man for my haircut and we can go get our own coffee. On you of course.” I said, turning out my pockets and plastering an innocent grin on my face.
Before I knew it he was slamming money into the guy’s hand, instructing him to keep the change and dragging me away by the hand, in the general direction of Starbucks.
We got there and ordered our coffees. It was then that I noticed that are hands were still entwined, he was one of my best friends after all so it didn’t faze me, not until I herd a clicking sound in the back round. I knew instantly what it was and notified Gerard of this, it was him that was the rock star anyway.
“That your girlfriend Gerard?” The greasy creep with the camera questioned Gee still taking pictures.
It was the day that I found out that Gerard doesn’t like paparazzi very much.
He then released my hand and moved behind me putting an arm around my waist and the other across my shoulders, as to protect me as he turned to the middle aged man with the camera.
“FUCK YOU! This is happens to be mine and my little Brother’s best friend.” He said sternly to the creep. He tightened his grip around me and rested his head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear to not let the man bother me and that he would handle it, although it was not looking good for the image he had just given the man. I didn’t care, it was a nice feeling being held like this, and for him to show that he was going to protect me from this prick. I just held my hands over where his hands were rested and gave them a squeeze to show him that I was okay. Truth was, I wasn’t. I didn’t like the idea of being exploited as his little whore, especially as I was still getting used to the idea of him being famous around here. Although his band was still big in England, I never read magazines or watched the news, so I had no idea he was in it.
“But you clearly have feelings for this girl, your protecting her in this way. She must mean more to you than what you are saying.” Creepy man had a point, we was being a bit over protective over me. But it didn’t exactly mean he had those kinds of feelings for me.
Right? I was just new to this and he wanted me to be alright with it, right? I mean, this was bound to happen sooner or later.
“Piss off man; I care about her, that’s all. I don’t want creeps like you to scare her off.” Gerard stood his ground holding tighter onto me and shooting death glares at the man. To be honest, I was kind of scared. This man was really sleazy and grimy, he obviously oiled his hair back, and he was wearing a long black trench coat, His slacks were way to high, and his socks were a dirty white colour. He really freaked me out, and I certainly didn’t want to be in any magazines.
“Look all I’m saying it that you to seem to be a very cute couple. And it’s my job to find out these things. If you wanna deny it then so be it, but we will just see what the fans think about these pictures.”
There, that was it, we were going to be all over the internet, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
Gerard grabbed our now ready coffees and stormed out of Starbucks once again holding my hand.
He walked us out of the shopping mall, still clearly angry and sat down us on a patch of grass outside. As we both hated the sun, it was up against a tree in the shade.
“I’m so fucking sorry about that guy, I should of warned you that this sort of thing would happen, I shouldn’t of been holding your hand anyway, that was wrong of me, I just didn’t see it that big of a deal to let go. And when that creep started on us like that. Oh god. I shouldn’t have held you that way, I wasn’t appropriate, I just made it look worse, but I just wanted to protect you. I’m still getting used to having you around again, I just didn’t want you to get freaked out and leave me, I missed you so much and I-“ I had to stop him from apologising, he would probably go on all night if I let him. I just held my finger against his lips to silence him.
“Shhhhhhh-shut up! Stop apologising its okay! I figured this would happen at some point, I just didn’t realize it would be so soon, it just caught me of guard, that’s all. Thank you for protecting me the way you did. I felt a lot safer like that, in your arms. Don’t worry about it.” I snaked my hands around his waist and rested my head on his chest. He put his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in closer resting his chin on my head. He shifted me so my legs swung over his lap and we just sat there holding each other for a wile. He sat up slightly and pulled my chin up with his curled finger so I would face him.
His eyes darted around my face and settled on my eyes, just like he did before in the hair salon.
“I was so scared you were going to freak out and leave me. I just got you back and that idea scared the shit out of me.” His voice careful and even.
“I would never leave you guys again, hell; it wasn’t even my choice the first time. I missed you so much.” My voice just as gentle as his was.
“Ehem.”
We turned to see Mikey standing awkwardly looking at his shoes.
“Sorry to brake up the love fest, but we should be heading home, mom’s making dinner for our last night here before we hit the road again tomorrow.” He trailed off obviously uncomfortable with the way me and Gerard were behaving. We silently agreed with him.
We slowly released each other and Gee got up first and held out a hand to help me out.
We all slowly and awkwardly walked back to Gee’s car, none of us really wanting to bring up what had just happened.
The car ride home was to quiet for my liking so I decided to bring up a conversation.
“I’m really looking forward to meeting the rest of the band tomorrow. Are you sure they will be okay with me bunking with you guys? Coz I’m sure I can stay with the crew if their not. It’s no big deal.”
“Rox, they will love you. I know it. Plus they will be thrilled to have a chick on the bus, so watch your back; only Ray has a girlfriend at the moment as far as I know. As Mikey is bringing his girlfriend, Alicia, you’re going to be on a bus with other three Horney single guys.” Gerard replied to me turning is gaze from the road every now and then to look over to me.
“Three?” I questioned, trying to do the math, as there was only two other single guys I didn't already know.
“Yep. I was counting myself in that one.” He said not tearing his gaze on the road wile smirking to him self.
I didn’t say anything back to him on that one. After all, what could I say?
I just changed the subject to Mikey’s girlfriend for the rest of the drive home.
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