his is my first Twilight fic ever. This is a cross over, and it may sound weird, but it's a My Chemical Romance/Twilight cross over. Don't be weirded out. Just read it. I swear you'll love it. Bella, Edward, Emmett, Esme, Carlisle, Alice, Jasper... your favorite vampires plus a new addition :)
I don't own or know Gerard Way or Ray Toro... though I wish I did.
Preface
Cause I've spent the night dancing
I'm drunk, I suppose
If it looks like I'm laughing
I'm really just asking to leave
Life is full of surprises, but I'm sure that turn of phrase is nothing new to you. I was one of those typically boring, predictable types—with an irritably dry sense of humor and a fascination with the ordinary. I made straight A's all through high school, never attended school dances, parties, or any other social event that might force me to communicate with the opposite sex. I was a jumpy, paranoid guy on the brink of hysteria at any given moment—a mess really—and wouldn't you know that I'm the biggest perfectionist. I chose not to attend the college of my first choice, because I'd be forced to room with someone I didn't know—my best friend since first grade decided to go to University of Southern California. Since I scored unbelievably high on the SAT, had a 4.0 GPA, and a ridiculous amount of volunteer hours, I was a shoo-in with a full ride.
I was sailing through college, numbly aware of my non-existent social life—apart from classes and Ray—my roommate and best friend. Ray is an extremely patient and understanding person, knowing my quirks and OCD tendencies, he stays out of the room most of the time—giving me the alone time I treasure most—that was until I saw her.
That brings us about-face to this very moment in time—I sit nervously, fidgeting with my glass of water in an unfamiliar place filled with the smells of tobacco, perfumes and colons of every variety, and the frenzied mass of sweaty bodies, dancing feverishly in the center of the large oval room. Not my typical scene. I drew in a deep breath and sighed loudly, staring at my glass of water that was empty, yet again.
I waved to get the waitress's attention. She was a very pretty girl, tall, blond, tanned skin that would surely be like leather by the time she was 30. She smiled coyly at me, I smiled tightly back, handing her my glass.
"May I have more water please?" I asked, trying not to sound as impatient as I felt. My more-than-human status still didn't keep anxiety at bay. Some luck.
Ray, who was sitting next to me, was entangled in his girlfriend of about a year, Julie, who was a sweet brunette. They fit well with one another, I'm very happy for him; I was beginning to think I was keeping him from having a life.
He looked over at me gulping down the icy water, some dribbling down my chin, my head tilted back.
"Hey, calm down. You're gonna have to hit the can when she does show up." He patted me affectionately on the shoulder.
Julie peered at me with chocolate brown eyes, and her sweet smile that always left a warm feeling in the room—I could see what made Ray fall for her.
"Don't be so nervous Gerard. You're fully capable of sweeping her off her feet and making her yours. Don't doubt yourself so much." She looked at me with a concerned expression that turned upward into a smile.
Although I knew that Julie didn't have the slightest clue as to the why I was nervous, she still did her best to comfort me in any way she could. It had been Ray's decision to keep her out of the loop—for his own peace of mind.
"I don't even know what I'm doing here." I scoffed. The truth was, not that I wasn't confident in my ability to be prince charming for tonight. I was not the same paranoid chump I had been only a year ago—but it was beyond that. I knew she felt strongly for me, as did I for her. The question was, would all the impossible phenomena that had occurred in just a year's time, keep her from choosing me to be something more than just a friend?
I wasn't sure at all.