Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > lust
okay this is like my first time writing fan fiction. so like please tell me what you think of it, when you get done, i would so appericate it.
and also if something doesn't make sense or you think i should change it, please tell me that.
I walk out of the gas station and my eyes land on Gerard leaning up against the van smoking a cigarette. First inhaling then exhaling, then over and over again, sometimes he can be so hypnotizing. Fuck Frank get a hold of yourself I tell myself. I glance back over at Gerard, before I continue walking back to the van.
"Shit." I hear somebody say behind me, I turn around and see Mikey desperately trying not to get gas on his favorite shirt, but failing miserably, which makes me laugh to myself, shit just always happens to him. I look back at Gerard then Mikey, I would of never thought I would be on the road with the way brothers, not that I dislike them or anything, it's just that, pency used to be my everything, my life revolved around them, that was my ticket out of New Jersey, to show that I was something and not like everyone else, and now I'm on the road with another band, it seems so strange, but in a good way, if strange can be in a good way.
I open the van door and get in the back, hoping to get some sleep before we get to the next city. It feels like I'm asleep for a few minutes before some asshole is tapping me. I open my eyes and see Gerard, as he taps me on the shoulder very lightly as though I have one of those signs that say be considerate of others, or be careful, kind of like the signs that my mom would hang up around the house to remind others to be respectful. Gerard doesn't even have to tap me, because I'm already looking up at him, watching that uncontrollable wild hair fall right into his face, covering his left eye, which looks green instead of hazel now. I most of been staring at his face longer than I'm supposed to, because a grin spreads across his face like a disease, faster than I can direct my vision somewhere else. And I suddenly get red.
"Uhh....Could I sit with you?" asked Gerard with that same sight grin. I sit up and scoot closer to the window. How was I possible going to get some sleep while Gerard sitting right next to me? I wonder if he thinks something, cause he still has that grin, and it's bothering me.
Now this silence is bothering me, I though Matt was in here, but I guess not, since I don't hear any snoring. Mikey is still trying to put the gas in the car, and ray must be in the gas station with the cool air. So it's quiet, because me and Gerard don't talk much to each other.
Gerard and I hadn't really hadn't had a real conversation; well I mean we never hung out before. The only time I see him is at practice, he's not all that social, well he's not social with me. Well we have talked about the band but that was like a group conversation we hadn't had a one on one conversation.
I start to listen to what ever is coming out of the radio. What ever it is, it's really good. That could be a good conversation starter.
"Do you like this?" How stupid can I be he doesn't know what I'm talking about.
Without even looking at me, he tells me "I don't even know them" well I guess he did know what I was talking about.
"I know but like, do you like there sound?" I try again. He turns to me this time, making I contact.
"There okay I guess. You like them?" He asks breaking the stare, and concentrating on finding whatever he's looking for in that dirty bag. I take a good long stare at Gerard's bag he's digging in. I can't believe he carries that dirty thing around, I would be ashamed, but that's Gerard.
"Yeahhh... There song is really catchy."
"Mhm...Really?" Gerard asks frustrated on not finding whatever he probably left in the last hotel. I nod my head, knowing full well that Gerard can't see me nodding. But I keep on, like he's going to realize it sooner or later.
"What bands did you really like when you were growing up?" I ask him. What the hell is taking ray and Matt so long, does it really take that long to shit, and pay? I think not. Plus it's getting to fucking hot to be in this van without air conditioning, we need to get on the freeway fast, I need some air. I start to pull at my collar, pissed because I knew I should of wore something lighter, but Ray made me wear the sweater because this morning it was "too chilly, for someone like you that grew up with a lot of sickly problems." He's exact word. That's the last time I listen to Ray. It feels like it's fucking 200 degrees, even though I know it's not, but this sweater is making it feel like it.
He thought about it for a while before he answered it, like he was solving his problems with one simple question." I like a lot of bands like, iron maiden, pink Floyd, queen, the Beatles, even poison, and even though Iggy pop, Bruce Spring stein, David Bowie, and Jimi Hendrix are not a band, they were still very awesome, and made a huge impact on my life. Did any band or person have an impact on your life?" It didn't look like Gerard was hot, or even bother by the change of weather. But then again why should he, he was wearing, a very thin white band t-shirt, and black pants, he was pretty much safe, except for the black pants thing.
"Definitely bands like Black Flag, and Green day, I was pretty big on." I waited for Gerard's face to twist and turn to a frown but it stayed the same.
"Oh, you liked the black flag. I'm not a big fan of them but after I heard their song revenge that's when I started to obsess about revenge and stuff," said Gerard. Mikey climb into the van and sat in the sit in front of us. It's about Mother Fucking time, now where is Ray and Matt? I look out the window to see if I can see them coming but I don't, it's completely empty at this gas station. I don't like this at all; it reminds me of Children of the corn with all these cornfields, and this vacant gas station.
Mikey turned around to face us with he's light brown hair in his face, but some of his hair was on the top his head spiked up just like Gerard's expect Gerard's hair is a darker brown then mikey's.
" So what are we talking about?" said mikey still out of breath, how could he be out of breathe, the only thing was doing was filling the tank up, I didn't know it took strength to go that. Gerard answered Mikey.
" We were talking mostly about our favorite bands."
" Oh then," Mikey said, "well my favorite band is would have to be the smashing pumpkins." As mikey was talking about the smashing pumpkins I examined him. I remember when I first met him. Mikey hair was puffy but not like rays. It was to his neck, straight, and light brown. He had Jeans that looked as though he borrowed them from a 10-year-old girl. Then he's glasses looked very weak, as if they were going to break if someone stared at them too long. Mikey's look hadn't really change, expect now he had a huge hole in his jeans right knee. Gerard started to speak so I quickly turned to him and examined him also, I guess I was staring at him for a long time once again, even after they stopped talking, because all of sudden he gave me a huge smile. I put my head on his shoulder and smiled to myself.
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and also if something doesn't make sense or you think i should change it, please tell me that.
I walk out of the gas station and my eyes land on Gerard leaning up against the van smoking a cigarette. First inhaling then exhaling, then over and over again, sometimes he can be so hypnotizing. Fuck Frank get a hold of yourself I tell myself. I glance back over at Gerard, before I continue walking back to the van.
"Shit." I hear somebody say behind me, I turn around and see Mikey desperately trying not to get gas on his favorite shirt, but failing miserably, which makes me laugh to myself, shit just always happens to him. I look back at Gerard then Mikey, I would of never thought I would be on the road with the way brothers, not that I dislike them or anything, it's just that, pency used to be my everything, my life revolved around them, that was my ticket out of New Jersey, to show that I was something and not like everyone else, and now I'm on the road with another band, it seems so strange, but in a good way, if strange can be in a good way.
I open the van door and get in the back, hoping to get some sleep before we get to the next city. It feels like I'm asleep for a few minutes before some asshole is tapping me. I open my eyes and see Gerard, as he taps me on the shoulder very lightly as though I have one of those signs that say be considerate of others, or be careful, kind of like the signs that my mom would hang up around the house to remind others to be respectful. Gerard doesn't even have to tap me, because I'm already looking up at him, watching that uncontrollable wild hair fall right into his face, covering his left eye, which looks green instead of hazel now. I most of been staring at his face longer than I'm supposed to, because a grin spreads across his face like a disease, faster than I can direct my vision somewhere else. And I suddenly get red.
"Uhh....Could I sit with you?" asked Gerard with that same sight grin. I sit up and scoot closer to the window. How was I possible going to get some sleep while Gerard sitting right next to me? I wonder if he thinks something, cause he still has that grin, and it's bothering me.
Now this silence is bothering me, I though Matt was in here, but I guess not, since I don't hear any snoring. Mikey is still trying to put the gas in the car, and ray must be in the gas station with the cool air. So it's quiet, because me and Gerard don't talk much to each other.
Gerard and I hadn't really hadn't had a real conversation; well I mean we never hung out before. The only time I see him is at practice, he's not all that social, well he's not social with me. Well we have talked about the band but that was like a group conversation we hadn't had a one on one conversation.
I start to listen to what ever is coming out of the radio. What ever it is, it's really good. That could be a good conversation starter.
"Do you like this?" How stupid can I be he doesn't know what I'm talking about.
Without even looking at me, he tells me "I don't even know them" well I guess he did know what I was talking about.
"I know but like, do you like there sound?" I try again. He turns to me this time, making I contact.
"There okay I guess. You like them?" He asks breaking the stare, and concentrating on finding whatever he's looking for in that dirty bag. I take a good long stare at Gerard's bag he's digging in. I can't believe he carries that dirty thing around, I would be ashamed, but that's Gerard.
"Yeahhh... There song is really catchy."
"Mhm...Really?" Gerard asks frustrated on not finding whatever he probably left in the last hotel. I nod my head, knowing full well that Gerard can't see me nodding. But I keep on, like he's going to realize it sooner or later.
"What bands did you really like when you were growing up?" I ask him. What the hell is taking ray and Matt so long, does it really take that long to shit, and pay? I think not. Plus it's getting to fucking hot to be in this van without air conditioning, we need to get on the freeway fast, I need some air. I start to pull at my collar, pissed because I knew I should of wore something lighter, but Ray made me wear the sweater because this morning it was "too chilly, for someone like you that grew up with a lot of sickly problems." He's exact word. That's the last time I listen to Ray. It feels like it's fucking 200 degrees, even though I know it's not, but this sweater is making it feel like it.
He thought about it for a while before he answered it, like he was solving his problems with one simple question." I like a lot of bands like, iron maiden, pink Floyd, queen, the Beatles, even poison, and even though Iggy pop, Bruce Spring stein, David Bowie, and Jimi Hendrix are not a band, they were still very awesome, and made a huge impact on my life. Did any band or person have an impact on your life?" It didn't look like Gerard was hot, or even bother by the change of weather. But then again why should he, he was wearing, a very thin white band t-shirt, and black pants, he was pretty much safe, except for the black pants thing.
"Definitely bands like Black Flag, and Green day, I was pretty big on." I waited for Gerard's face to twist and turn to a frown but it stayed the same.
"Oh, you liked the black flag. I'm not a big fan of them but after I heard their song revenge that's when I started to obsess about revenge and stuff," said Gerard. Mikey climb into the van and sat in the sit in front of us. It's about Mother Fucking time, now where is Ray and Matt? I look out the window to see if I can see them coming but I don't, it's completely empty at this gas station. I don't like this at all; it reminds me of Children of the corn with all these cornfields, and this vacant gas station.
Mikey turned around to face us with he's light brown hair in his face, but some of his hair was on the top his head spiked up just like Gerard's expect Gerard's hair is a darker brown then mikey's.
" So what are we talking about?" said mikey still out of breath, how could he be out of breathe, the only thing was doing was filling the tank up, I didn't know it took strength to go that. Gerard answered Mikey.
" We were talking mostly about our favorite bands."
" Oh then," Mikey said, "well my favorite band is would have to be the smashing pumpkins." As mikey was talking about the smashing pumpkins I examined him. I remember when I first met him. Mikey hair was puffy but not like rays. It was to his neck, straight, and light brown. He had Jeans that looked as though he borrowed them from a 10-year-old girl. Then he's glasses looked very weak, as if they were going to break if someone stared at them too long. Mikey's look hadn't really change, expect now he had a huge hole in his jeans right knee. Gerard started to speak so I quickly turned to him and examined him also, I guess I was staring at him for a long time once again, even after they stopped talking, because all of sudden he gave me a huge smile. I put my head on his shoulder and smiled to myself.
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