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Chapter 1: Inspiration

Gerard:

"Fuck, I can't think of anything!" I yelled out in frustration while covering my face with my hands. Where the hell was my inspiration? It was so odd of me to be so blank like this. Usually my head was swarming with ideas.

"Knock Knock Knock!"

I removed my hands from my face and glared at the door.

"Come in!" I replied. Just then, she entered. The best thing that has ever happened to me. My girlfriend, Lindsey.

"I made you some coffee, sleepy head. You've been in here all night! Did you think of anything yet?" She said with her perfect smile which was painted bright with that blood-red lipstick she always wore.

I looked up from my desk and gave her a cheeky grin. "Unfortuantely not." I said getting up from my chair where I'd been sitting for what felt like ages. I walked around the desk and stepped towards her. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards me. Her hair was shiney today. A perfect shade of black. Much like mine, but more full of life.

"Gee, I know that you are struggling with ideas for this album, but don't you think its time to take a break? You've been sitting here all night. And to be honest with you, I missed you in bed last night." She said raising her eyebrows and biting her bottom lip.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I just didn't have a clue about what to do. I still don't." I said frowning.

She took both my hands off her hips and held them.

"I have faith in you, Gee. I know you are gonna come up with something extraordinary!" She said while throwing her arms around my neck. I hugged her as tight as I could and stuck my face in her neck. Her perfume reminded me of the day we met.

It was 2003. My band, My Chemical Romance, opened for her band, Mindless Self Indulgence. I had a different girlfriend at the time, but when I saw Lindsey... My whole body felt weak, and my haed was spinning. From the moment she did her famous "Lindsey bend" with her bass guitar. I felt something going on in my heart.

Now we live together, here in Burbank California. I don't plan on committing any time soon, due to my career. I mean if I'm gonna be out there on tour all the time, she is gonna feel totally neglected, right?

"I have to go for band practice now, we're recording a new song in two days." She said playing with my hair. She always seemed to do that. I mean, it was shoulder-length. It was so long she probably couldn't resist it. I leaned in and kissed her passionately. She delivered the same amount of passion. She moaned out of pleasure.

"Okay, but don't be too long." I Said leaning my forehead up against hers. She gazed into my eyes.

"I won't be long." She said with one of her adorable smiles. I helped her to her car by carrying her bass. I pressed a button on the car remote and the trunk popped open. I slid the bass in gently and slammed the trunk shut. I quickly ran over to the car door. She gave me a passionate hug and sat down in the driver's seat.

"See ya later!" She smiled. I shut the car door and watched as she pulled out of the driveway. I gave her a wave goodbye just before I went inside. I grabbed the coffee she had made me on the counter. I sipped it with enjoyment and walked over to the lounge, where I found myself with my feet on the coffee table and my lazy ass on the three-seater couch.

I glanced out the window. It was so sunny and hot today. I sipped my coffee a second time. I placed the mug on the table. I saw a comic book I had left on the coffee table yesterday. I picked it up and flipped through the pages. I noticed a picture of a young boy at a funeral. He looked so sad, so lost and alone. I brought the comic closer to my eyes and noticed an old woman laying in a coffin which stood before the young boy. I wondered what could have caused her to die. This picture reminded me of when I was younger, and I had to attend my grandmother's funeral. I was so changed after that day. My brother and I both were completely different boys after her death. We both became...dark. From that day forward I had so many questions about death. Like, where do we go after death; how do we know we're gonna die; why do we have to die, etc.

That's when it hit me. The perfect idea for a new album. I finally figured it out. In my imagination I have always believed that death comes in the form of your most fondest memory. I don't know why I believe that. I guess its just what I choose to believe.

I ripped my phone out of my pocket and dialled my band's manager. I told him I have a plan.

A WEEK LATER.

Frank:

I was just taking a nice, calm nap when suddenly... "BANG!" my bedroom door slammed open.

"Frank! Get up!" I fell off my bed and hit my head on the side of the bed. The hard part of it.

I looked around to see who had just almost caused me to die. It was Gerard Way, my band mate.

"Fuck, Gerard you scared the living shit out of me! What are you doing here?!" I said laughing and holding my head which was pounding with pain.

"Oh! Frank I'm so sorry I scared you!" Gerard said walking over to me. He put his hand on my head and rubbed it. I moaned with pleasure as the pain started to ease. He had a way with massaging people. Everyone who has gotten a massage from Gerard says that they have never felt such relief. I guess its because he has strong hands from all the drawing he does. He is such an amazing artisit. He's so passionate. It actually makes me wish I could draw as good as him sometimes.

"Oh Gerard, that's so good, don't stop." I said smiling as the pain began to fade away.

He smiled and helped me off the floor. He sat me on my bed and sat down next to me. It was good to see him again. Ever since I've moved here to California for this album. Its been good hanging around with Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob, but If I had a choice I'd stay in Belleville, New Jersey with my girlfriend, Jamia. God, I missed her. We've been dating since High School. So I can't wait to see her when this album gets planned out. To be honest with you I was excited about this album. I had a good feeling about it. Even though we had nothing planned yet.

"What are you doing here?" I asked looking rather confused. He turned his head and looked straight at me.

"We have an idea for our album!" He said with one of his most adorable smiles. I don't know why but I've always found his smiles to be one of the most adorable things on earth. I try to ignore that thought when it comes around, because its kinda odd to think that your band mate has an adorable smile.

"No way Gee! Oh my God!" I said with a huge grin. I had been waiting for him to say that for the passed two years! Now finally, he has said it! I felt the need to give him a hug. So I leaned over and swung my arms around his belly. He giggled and threw his arms under my arms and hugged me back. He has never hugged me so tight like this before. We stayed in that position for about five seconds. As I pulled away its like he didn't wanna let go for some reason, but he quickly realized and let go.

"I've already told Mikey, Ray and Bob! We're going to be recording and writing the album at the Paramour Mansion!" He said with great excitement in his eyes.

"Hold up, isn't that place haunted?" I asked raising my eyebrows and holding my chin.

"Well its supposedly haunted. But plenty of other bands go there to record, Frank. Its gonna be awesome!" He said putting his hand on my shoulder.

I had heard about this place. It was built in 1923 and its a 22,000-square-foot mansion. It was first owned by a slient film star and his wife. They were constantly throwing lavish parties for members of high society. One cold, foggy night as the flim star's wife was travelling home, her car plunged off the side of the road. She was instantly killed. After that some rich, old lady decided to turn it into a school for girls. Due to an earthquake in the area the old lady got paranoid and shut down the school. A couple years after that a woman by the name of Dana Hollister buys the place and turns it into a recording studio.

"You sure its safe, Gee? I mean I've heard some crazy shit about this place." I said biting my index finger.

"Frank, trust me. I've done my research. Its completely safe. Besides, if our manager says its gonna take a lot of work for this album to be perfcet, we have to stay there for a couple weeks." He said putting his hand on my thigh. I don't think he noticed he did that. I kept my head completely still and glanced down at his hand. It was so warm. He followed my eyes, quickly pulled his hand away and cleared his throat.

"So watcha say Frankie, you in?" He said with that adorable smile which I couldn't resist even if I tried.

I sighed. "Yes, of course, anything you want Gerard." I said wrapping my arm around his shouders.

"YES!" He said while grabbing me and huggimg me again.

Maybe this would be a fun experience, just me, my band mates and my music. Who knows maybe its not haunted after all?