Sorry guys I'm a horrible author

But I'm honestly gonna try and keep up with this story. I absolutely loved writing it! But don't forget to Read & Review, it helps motivate me to go on with the story. I do intend to have this story contain maybe 5 chapters, but other than that uhm please enjoy! I don't have many fans, but I do try and please the passer byers lol Leave a comment and if you have any personal questions don't be afraid to PM me. Love you all

~Gina-Kun


"Hurry Patrick! Hurry!" Anna pulled the dirty blonde, hazel eyed boy through the roaring crowd. "We need to get to the front! I wanna touch Gerard Way's hand!" Anna squealed, jumping and clapping to herself before dashing to the front near the stage, leaving Patrick in the dust. Patrick sighed and shook his head. He had to take her somewhere nice. Somewhere where she can be happy before he...tells her. "Patrick! Babe come on! I'm over here!" The strawberry blonde jumped in place, waving her hands in the air, her pigtail braids smacked her in the face a couple of times but she didn't seem to notice. Kicking a few rocks and sighing quite dramatically, the dirty blonde walked over to his girlfriend, carelessly bumping into fist pumping emo's and squealing fangirls.

Anna couldn't suppress her excitement anymore and began to scream in such a high-pitch tone that her boyfriend had to wince and plug up his ear closest to her before he went deaf. Gerard Way and the rest of the "My Chemical Romance" members walked on to the outdoor stage, waving and blowing kisses to their beloved fans. "OH. MY. FUCKING. AHHH!" Anna blindlessly slapped her boyfriend in the arm, squeezing his hand and biting her lip. Gerard slung his guitar over his shoulder in a 360º before catching it in his hands and strumming a G chord, nodding his head as the note echoed throughout the park. One of his band members tossed him a microphone and with the flip of his black bangs he screamed, "HELLO SAN FRANCISCOOO! ARE YOU READY TO GET MY. CHEMICALLY. ROMANCED!?"

The crowd went into a state of uproar; people were screaming, signs were being held up and glow sticks were thrown into the air. The drummer clacked his drum sticks three times chanting, "A one, two, three!" A soft piano began to play as Gerard walked up to the edge of the stage, his head hung in sorrow. Smoke traveled all across his feet, a red neon light casting down upon him. He sang:

"When I was a young boy

My father took me into the city

To see a marching band.

He said 'Son when you grow up

Will you be the savior of the broken

The beaten and the damned?' "

Anna squealed yet again. She turned to Patrick who seemed to be lost in thought. His hazel eyes were focused not on the singing hottie, but the darkness of the backstage. The freckled faced girl frowned and shook his arm which dangled helplessly. "Patrick? Hey baby? What's wrong?" Her attempts to catch his attention failed and she frowned harder. This day seemed to be taking a turn for the worst. Her stomach churned with a foreign uneasy-ness; something was troubling him. Was it her? Had she done something wrong? Was it her endless fan girl squealing? Or her infatuation with Gerard rather than her own boyfriend? Anna shook her head of the questioning thoughts and tried to focus on the concert.

The drums took an upbeat turn and the guitars began to play. Gerard gripped the mic tightly and grit his teeth. His voice became serious as he sang:

"Sometimes I get the feeling

She's watching over me

And other times i feel like i should go

And through it all

The rise and fall

The bodies in the streets

And when you're gone we want you all to knowww

WE'LL CARRY ON!

WE'LL CARRY ON!

And though you're dead and gone believe me

You're memory

WILL CARRY ON!

WILL CARRY ON!"

This time Patrick sneaked a peak at Anna. Her freckled cheeks were damp with sweat and tears. Her black My Chemical Romance shirt hung droopily over her right shoulder, exposing her pink bra strap, it was cut short enough to expose her navel. She wore shorts up to her mid thigh that were obviously regular jeans and cut up to become summer shorts. A checker black and white belt hand loosely around her tiny waist and on her feet were black, leather Doc Martens. "Do you it you coward! No matter how hard it is, you have to do it!" Patrick mentally yelled at himself. With a shaky breath, he tapped the strawberry blonde and cleared his throat. "Anna we need to talk!" He yelled over the cheering crowd. The band had just finished singing "Welcome to the Black Parade" and were getting prepped up to start their next hit , "Teenagers."

"What is it babe? They're about to sing my favorite song!" Anna winced at the sound of the crowd and brought her ear closer to her boyfriend. His blood went cold, his pupils dilated."Well the thing is...well..umm" That weird feeling is Anna's stomach came back. She chewed at her bottom lip and looked around herself. The crowd seemed to be closing in on her. "What is it Patrick? You can tell me anything." The boy sighed, placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry but this relationship is working out as I had planned. You're a sweet girl, but I'm breaking up with you." Anna felt her heart fall out of its chamber. Her knees went weak, her throat dried. With unshed tears, she croaked, "Excuse me?" Becoming irritated, he grit his teeth and yelled, "ANNA! I don't want to be with you. I gave you this one last day of happiness before I told you. It isn't working. I don't love you!"

Anna understood him quite clearly now. Tears began to trickle down her freckled cheeks. She shoved him roughly, making him stumble. "You asshole! It's because of that whore Rachel isn't it? Its always been her over me!" The crowd suddenly felt like it was drowning her. Anna breathed heavily, her turquoise eyes filled with sorrow, anger and despair. "Fuck you! Don't talk about Rachel like that! At least she gives better head!" That was her last straw. With a kick in the balls, Anna ran threw the crowd shoving everyone out of her way. Her wailing was drowned out by the drums and guitars of her favorite band. She forgot all about the concert, all about Gerard Way. All about her everything. Running into the nearest port-o-potty and slamming it shut, the heart broken girl cried her heart out, slamming her fists against the door. "You fucking asshole! You said you loved me!"

Opening her eyes slowly, she blindly reached out to find the toilet paper, but instead felt...hair? Anna fully opened her eyes now and stared down at the human in front of her. Icey blue eyes stared back. "Uhmm...o-ocupado?" Instead of screaming bloody murder, Anna took a few seconds to observe this stranger. Platinum gold hair was braided and tossed over the left shoulder, they wore a sleeveless Nirvana Shirt and a checkered black and red long sleeve flannel that was ripped at the elbows. Now their jeans were black, slightly baggy and ripped in a fashionable way. They also sported a pair of red Doc Martens. See, the reason Anna kept referring to this person as them or human was because...she wasn't exactly sure if that was a he...or a she.

"Uhm 'scuse me missy but I'm tryna smoke a bogey in here and you're uh all up in my personal space." The platinum stranger cocked an eyebrow and lit up their cigarette. "Oh...O-OH! I'm sorry it's just well my boyfriend just broke up with me like literally 5 minutes ago and I kicked him in the balls. Stupid jerk. And I ran crying and ran into the first place I found and well you didn't exactly lock the door so I thought it was empty, but then I saw you and you're just so gorgeous.. UHM! I mean handsome errr b-beautiful? well...Imma shut up now…" Anna's cheeks were dusted in a slight blush as she fidgeted in the tiny space. The stranger gave a low yet seductive chuckle and lifted Anna's chin so she could face them. "Why thank you beautiful." The word beautiful just seemed to flow out of those pink lips. The stranger gave one last puff to the bogey , crushed it against the wall and tossed it in the toilet.

"Now tell me feisty pants. What's your name?" Anna stuttered haven forgotten her name in that split second. "Uhm well...I-I'm Anna P-Peterson." The stranger chuckled again. "I don't need your entire government sweet cheeks. But I'm Elsa...Elsa Arendelle."