I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

A My Chemical Romance Fan-Fiction

By

Sara LaTurneau

"What do you want to be when you grow up, Eli?" A small boy asked as he sat on the worn steps of a front porch. Shaggy dark brown hair hung over his dark grey eyes that peered over to the girl who sat next to him. Long blonde that hair was tied into cute pigtails fluttered in the warm summer breeze, as she brought her knees to her chest.

"I dunno . . . " She began, turning her pale face to the blue sky above. "Maybe a singer or something."

She paused, looking at the boy beside her with an inquisitive look. "What about you, Gerard?"

"I wanna be a robber." He said earnestly. "Ya' know, like when we play cops and robbers."

Eli laughed. "Why would you wanna be the bad guy?"

"So I can kidnap the damsel in distress." He said cleverly, smiling. "Would you be my damsel?"

"Of course." She said, leaning against Gerard. Gerard stiffened under her weight, but soon eased into a warm embrace.

-Chapter One-

-Demolition Lovers-

Bright lights shone down upon an empty stage filled with nothing but a microphone. The crowd that filled the theatre was becoming restless, calling out to the performer that was hiding in the shadows backstage. Soon they began to curse and boo, wanting to be entertained.

"Come on now, El." Said a tall and lean man, crouched beside a girl who sat on a broken chair, her head in her hands. "They want to hear you, and I'm sure that you'll do fine."

"I dunno . . . " The girl said, fear filling her cracking voice. "What if . . . if he shows up?"

"He hasn't shown up once yet." The man said, pushing thick black glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You have a beautiful voice, don't let him distract you. Now get out there before they kill us."

The girl stood up, wiping the sweat off of her pale forehead. She gulped, before heading out onto the stage. Light flooded over her long mousy brown curls and filled her lapis eyes. She stood before the microphone, staring out into the crowd. A cold chill swept up her spine, before the music suddenly began and her lips began to form words.

Her sweet and mournful voice echoed through the theatre, seemingly enchanting the crowd. But there was one among them who merely sat back in his seat with his arms crossed, a smug smile over his face. He brushed a tuft of shaggy black hair out of his eyes with his thin hands.

At the end of her set he stood, smoothing his black suit over his chest. He strode through the theatre with a strut, making his way backstage. He stood outside the dressing room door of the young vocalist, and rapped on the door gently.

The door slowly cracked open, revealing the girl's youthful face and scarcely dressed frame. The man smiled rather deviously at the girl, who had a look of shock on her pastel face.

"G-Gerard!?" She exclaimed, opening the door completely. He smiled at her, holding up a dirty and tattered envelope.

"Good thing I went back home Eli, or I wouldn't have gotten this." He smiled warmly, before entering her dressing room.

—

"You have no idea how hard I looked for you." Eli said as she sat at her vanity, removing the thick stage make-up from her face. "I've probably called every member of the Way family in fucking New Jersey and New York. No one knew what the hell happened to you. It was like you just up and disappeared."

"I did." Gerard replied as he sat on the corner of the vanity, his arms crossed. "I got away from it all. It was for the best."

"Even leaving behind your brother?" Eli said turning to look at him.

"Mikey doesn't need me to live, you know." He said sighing.

"What about me?" Eli replied in a hushed whisper as she brushed out her long curls.

For what seemed like an eternity the two were locked in silence as Gerard smoked cigarette after cigarette. Eli was soon dressed, her coat and purse slung over her shoulder.

"Come on, Ger-Bear." She said smiling. Gerard looked at her with a nostalgic look, before smiling too. "Lets go get some pie."