So this is a completely random fanfic I decided to write! Gerard way is never going to be related to me but like many people, I do wish! Although the only part of this story that is true is the bit where someone tells me I have similar features to him because in real life, this did actually happen to me! Oh, and also the part where I see them in concert because I did do that when it was my birthday last year! XD
"Jemma, have you got any homework?" My mom asked. Truth was, I had but I couldn't be bothered to do it. It was Friday and I'd not long got back from school. A few minutes of being home and the first thing I was met by was my mom my asking if I had got any homework. Lovely. Nice to see you too mom. She had been acting funny all week and I couldn't understand why. When I wasn't doing my homework I was doing chores because apparently the house had to look 'decent' for the weekend. I didn't know what was happening the weekend though apart from the fact I was going to see My Chemical Romance on their World Contamination Tour on the Saturday with my mate Courtney. It was part of my birthday present even though my birthday was on the Sunday. But I didn't mind.
"Jemma!" She repeated. "Do you have any homework? For the second time!"
I sighed. "Yes mom, I do. But it doesn't have to be in till next Friday can't I leave it?"
"No it'll be hanging over your head like a cloud all weekend and you don't want that do you?" She asked, getting out the vacuum for possibly the second time today.
So off I went upstairs and began doing my maths homework with NA NA NA blasting in the background to get me in the mood for the next night. Unfortunately, MCR wasn't helping me with my homework. In the end, I managed to fill in 2 graphs, do 6 questions on algebra and do some simple multiplication questions. I still hadn't finished. But mom didn't need to know that. I folded the paper neatly and put it back inside my bag before pulling out some blank paper and a pencil from my draw and began to do some crap drawings of mine. As DESTROYA came to an end, I gave up trying to draw Frank Iero's facial features. I blew the rubber bits of my page and admired my work. Not bad. Not bad at all. Okay, Gerard Way's hair looked little more like Ray Toro's but in red and Mikey Way's poker face looked more like he was about to kiss someone but it was one of my better efforts so ignored all of that and smiled at the brightly coloured picture in front of me.
The evening flew by after more chores were done and after I did much playing with my four year old brother, David. When I had done cleaning the dishes with my ipod on incredibly loud, my mom walked in the kitchen. I was listening to MCR's 3 Cheers for Sweet Revenge album and was dancing away quiet happily to their song: Hang Em High when an ear phone was pulled out of my ear.
"For the third time Jemma." My mom began. I loved how she liked to count each time she said something. "We're having visitors on Sunday."
"Are we having a party?" I wondered. My mom looked at me as if I had 3 heads.
"Are you joking? Jemma this house isn't big enough for a party. Nor can I afford to hire a place out for the night either."
"Right. Course. I knew that…Are Nan and Granddad coming then?"
"They're still on holiday, remember?"
Okay, now I was confused for sure. Clearly I wasn't having a party of any form and my Nan and Granddad weren't coming round either so after that there was only one more thing I could think of.
"Are my mates coming over?" I finally asked.
"Did you ask them over?" My mom replied with another question.
"You never said I could ask them…"
"No they're not then." She said flatly.
"So who the hell is coming over Sunday?" I exclaimed.
"Dunno." My mom went back into the living room and sat down with my brother. I followed her in.
"So you invited these visitors to come over and now you don't know who they are?" I asked. My mom said something though I didn't catch what she said since she practically mumbled it. I checked the clock on the fireplace. 7.00pm. "Anyway, I'm having a shower and grabbing an early night then." I mumbled, making my way up the stairs.
That was typical of my mom. She always told me something knowing full well I'd have millions of questions to ask afterwards only for her to reply with something like "I dunno." Bloody typical. After my shower I threw on my pj's and got into bed. I was surprisingly tired. I thought about the past week and smiled repeatedly like the Cheshire Cat. All of my mates knew I was going to a concert. It was mainly the only thing I'd talked about for the past week. Even my English teacher knew! We sat on front row right in front her desk not really doing any work. We had been talking about this concert for most of the lesson and taking the piss out of people who "head-bang" to heavy music. Eventually my teacher decided to join the conversation.
"What's this concert you keep going on about?" She asked. My English teacher was awesome. She liked the same music as me and we both knew that we both had the same taste in music. Once, on the last day of term, she even put our kind of music on to which a good chunk of the class immediately thought we were emo's. Also typical.
"I'm going to see My Chemical Romance this weekend." I replied with a huge grin. My teacher laughed.
"I remember when I saw them on tour when they were doing their older stuff. It was great but this guy in front of me had seriously long hair and was all sweaty and e kept head-banging. As you can imagine, it wasn't nice!"
Me and my mates screwed our faces up in disgust and began to laugh.
"Imagine if that happens to you on Sunday?" One of my mates, Lucy asked.
"Oh I can picture it now!" My other mate, Leah chipped in.
"Jem, you best take a portable hair dryer with you!" My other mate, Sophie laughed. We all fell about laughing in hysterics.
If only my mate Courtney went to the same school as me, it could've been so much better! My mates at school didn't really have the same music taste as me but I think I was beginning to turn Sophie onto the 'Dark Side' as we called it. Thinking about this made me laugh quietly to myself. I turned off my lamp and eventually fell asleep.