FicWad

Hey, It's Static Urgency here. This is my first fanfic, and I hope you enjoy. Thanks and please rate and comment.

God, I never remembered Gerard looking THIS perfect. His long flowing black hair, hazel eyes surrounded by redish brown eyeshadow, making his pale complexion even more pale. He looked as if he was dead for weeks. It was beatuiful, he had such luicous pale lips... I craved for the day that our lips would touch and he would kiss me for the first time, I wanted it more than anything... WAIT. Why am I thinking this? I am not gay. I am completely straight. I mean, a kiss isn't gay... or is it? I don't know. I want to continue day dreaming about it, but we have a show in a few hours and I am still in my pajamas. I hastily jump up and go to my bunk, finding a large suitcase containing my clothes. I grabbed a red shirt, plain but I was going to change that. Also grabbing a pair of jeans with holes in the knees. I walked into the bathroom and saw Gerard leaning into the mirror lining his eyes with the usual makeup. I just stared, and he noticed my dazing and giggled. "Frank, are you okay?" He said, grinning ear to ear. "I'm not that fucking beautiful." He giggled. I snapped out of my trance, shaking my head lighty. "Oh god, I didn't mean to, y'know... stare." I mumbled, red as a tomato. "s'okay Frankie." He said, blushing. OH MY GOD!!! Does he like me? I am totally, 100% fangirling right now. I have known Gerard since middle school, us being misfits dragged us... the whole band together, I met Gerard before classes one day, and since then we've been close. Along with Gee, I became good friends with his brother, Michael. He perfered Mikey though. I found that adorable. Before me, Mikey and Ray were really close friends. And Gerard had picked up Matt a little bit after he met me. After high school, graduation, and 9/11 we all decided to make a band. Since then Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Matt, and I have been My Chemical Romance. We have done 16 shows so far, and tonight we are playing in New Jersey.. our home town. After the show, we are staying the week in Jersey to catch up on memories. I hear Mikey yell loudly "SHOW IN 30 MINUTES!!!" I flipped out, have I been daydreaming for that long? Well I must hurry. I quickly slipped on my jeans, making sure I didn't put my leg through the hole in the knee, not even caring that Gerard was right next to me. Then I grabbed my pink belt out of the pile of clothes in the corner. They smelt disgusting. Then I walked out of the bathroom shirtless, holding a plain red shirt in one hand, searching for a sharpie with the other. I found one under a pile of paper and I sat, thinking about what to put. Mikey tripped over my case, my bad. He yelled out what'd go perfect for my shirt.. "THAT''S GAY." I though to my self. That's what homophobics would say...I GOT IT. I grabbed the sharpie and scribbled on the shirt 'homophobia is gay' Brilliant. I ran to the bathroom, while putting on the shirt impatiently. I grabbed our eyeliner stick and traced my eyes with it, then taking a thicker one I drew 'x's over both eyes, and I worked at my lip ring, which was coming loose. I looked in the mirror, ruffled my hair, then walked out of the bathroom with pride, grinning. "OI. Frank, I like your shirt." Gerard said with a drunkily, and checked out the shirt some more. I was blushing so much right now. Mikey zoomed past us and grabbed his bass. That made me realize the show was about to start. I ran toward my guitar and I ran to the door. Ray walked by with his guitar as well. Matt came along, holding his drum sticks. Gerard followed me, with a beer bottle in hand. Of course, Gerard was drinking. I sighed to myself as I watched Gerard drink the poison from the bottle. I wish he'd stop all ready. He finished the bottle, and discarded it next to the 3 others he drank. He grabbed, yet another bottle.. almost chugging it. He was drinking it fast, like he was in a hurry to get wasted. He was starting to get there, along with the fact this was his 4th bottle, definately not his last. He franticly drank 3 more before we went rushing on to the stage, Gerard tripping over his own steps. He made it up to the microphone, suprisingly, and belted out the words to Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us. Every sentence that he sung, had the f-word somewhere in it. All of a sudden, he stumbled up to me, and grabbed my head.. pushing our lips together into a kiss. What was happening? He actually kissed me! He put one hand in my hair, another on my side. I just let Pansy hang on me, and slinked my arms around him. He quickly let go, pushing me away. I don't know why he did that, but I hope he does it more. It felt so right, I'm not gay. I swear. Before we knew it, the show was over, and we wondered around the gig and mingled with fans. Mikey, Ray, and I watched Gerard.. and Matt went back to the bus. He wasn't acting very happy. He seemed mad. He always did, so we got used to it. "I'm drunk, haha."or "Let's get wasted." Was what Gerard mumbled to the female fans. I walked up to Gerard and I whispered to him "I think it's time to go" He did the usual, and whined.. "Frank, but the fans love it." I felt bad, unsure why I did. I replied quickly "You need rest." and grabbed his arm, practially dragging him to the bus. Mikey and Ray followed. We got to the bus a few minutes later, we would have been quicker, but we had to fight off fans. Once we got in, the first thing Gerard went for was the fridge, to get a beer. He came back into the bunk room and sat on my bunk, next to me and cracked the lid. Right before he took the first sip, I grabbed it out of his hand, and threw it out the window. "GERARD!" I yelled, making him jump. He looked at me, confused "What was that for, Frank?" I just looked at my feet "You're hurting me, every can or bottle or cup of alcohol you drink is making you worse. YOU NEED T-TO S-STOP." I said, holding back tears. "Gerard, you are my best friend. Please?" My voice slightly cracked when I got to 'best'. I wasn't lying. Everytime he gets trashed it just hurts me, I really want him to stop. Gerard stood up and glared at me. "I'm going to bed. Good night." And he stomped to his bunk. I walked out of the bunk room, into the kitchen where the rest of the guys were. I sat down, and bit back my emotions. Mikey glanced up from his comic book and looked at me for a second and asked comfortingly what was wrong. All I could reply was "Gerard." I just kept quiet, trying not to cry, I felt the tears coming. Mikey stood up and kneeled next to me, and rubbed my back. "I know, it hurts us too, Frank."I saw a drop hit the table, before I knew it tears were streaming. "Ray and I have come up with an idea.. we can get rid of all the alcohol.. he won't drink then." Mikey suggested. I liked that idea. I just nodded my head in comfirmation. "Let's do it know, incase he wakes up in the middle of the night." Ray blurted out. "I'll go through the cabinets" Mikey said. Matt just walked out of the room, and layed in his bunk. I wiped the tears off my face and got out a trashbag. Grabbing cans of beer and bottles of whiskey, vodka, liquior and everything else and throwing them into the trash bag. After we searched every inch of the kitchen I thought of something... Check Gerard's bag. I went back there, and Ray questioned what I was doing. I just hushed him, and kept walking. I got to his bag and looked at the sleeping Gerard. He looked so peaceful. I grabbed it and examined the case. I found no alcohol. I re-zipped it and Gerard twitched in his sleep. He quickly opened his eyes. "Frank...?" I just looked at him, and kissed his forehead. "sshh.. Go to sleep, Gee." He followed my commands, and I walked away. "Nothing." I said to Ray and Mikey. They just looked confused. "We got it all." Ray said, as Mikey raised up a full trashbag. "Let's go" We went upfront, and told the driver to stop by a dumpster. Once we got there, We went out and threw the bag in the dumpster. Once it hit, it made a loud shatter of glass and clangs of the cans. We headed inside and we sat in the kitchen again. I sat for a few minutes, then stood up. "I'm going to bed guys" I mumbled to Mikey and Ray, and then headed towards the bunks. I went to mine, and then layed down and slept.

I was awaken by Mikey pouncing on me. "COME ONNNNN!!! Sleepy-head. It's noon." He giggled at me. I sat up and shook my head, waking up a little. I looked across to Gerard's bunk to see him still sleeping. I sighed. I went over to him and shook him. He opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes. He groaned unpleasntly, and I frowned. "You look like shit." I said, grabbing his hand, pulling him out of bed. "Mornin" I said to him, and he just faked a smile. "How'd you sleep?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "Horribly." He said, rubbing his temples. "You were wasted last night." I said quietly, knowing he had a killer headache. "I know, I-" He was inturrepted by retching, he ran toward the bathroom. I heard the distant sounds of vomit plopping and his gagging, ew. Several seconds later, he dry heaved a few times, then followed the flush of a toilet, causing him to groan at the noise. He walked out wiping his mouth. He was pale to the face, well.. paler. After him sleeping 13 hours, he looked like he hadn't slept in years. His hair was tangled and he was filthy. "Damn, I've never been so thirsty in my life." He mumbled, rubbing his forehead. "Water, Coke, Milk, Coffee?" I asked him. "Get me a beer, please." He replied quietly. I looked up at him, and frowned. "Not anymore." I mumbled to myself, but loud enough for him to hear. "What do you mean?" He looked puzzled. "We got rid of them. All the alcohol, you need to stop. Now." Mikey busted in. I just nodded. Gerard look pissed."I NEED MY ALCOHOL. I NEED IT." He almost yelled, putting emphasis on 'need'. "It's gone Gerard." Mikey said, frowning. Gerard looked hurt, but somewhat releived. He just went to a straight face and belted out one word... "okay." I felt a smile touch my lips, but I hid it. This moment was just too serious. "Sooo, this is our first show... that I'm going onstage sober?" He questioned, looking nervous. That made me think "We have a show, WE DO!" I had completely forgot. I walked up to Gerard and patted his back, causing him to flench. "You'll do fine, you'll do better." I said to Gee, with a soft smile. He looked up at me, with a scared out of his mind expression. I felt bad that he was so scared, but him being scared of not drinking is better than him drinking his life away. "When is this show?" I asked, still confused. "It's at 8 tonight." Mikey said with a straight facial expression. I should probably go shower. I went and got ready, putting on dirty clothes, knowing that all my clean clothes are used up and sweaty. I would have packed more if I knew about this show. I slipped on my "I'm a monster" shirt and sat on the couch, smiling as I saw Gerard drinking his non-alcohol. This was making me feel better about the tour already.

"FUCK YOU! YOU ARE THE REASON I'M PISSED. FUCK IT! I'M LEAVING. LIKE YOU CARE THOUGH!" Matt bursted out of the bunks, Ray following trying to stop him. He was out the door before he caught the angry drummer. "...well fuck you too then." Ray mumbled under his breath. "SHIT! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?!?" Mikey said, looking angry and nervous. "Maybe we could get a new drummer?.." Gerard suggested helplessly. "A new drummer in 7 hours?! We might as well quit here!" Mikey yelled. Frowning, I said something that changed us. "I know a guy, he's from around here, and he is a drummer, also he is a great guy. Bob Bryar." Ray smiled. "That seems like a good idea, call him." I picked up my phone and dialed the number.

Here's the end of chapter one. Please tell me how you are feeling on this.