Old habits die hard... and create a hell of a mess
Disclaimer- I do not own My Chemical romance; Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar or Ray Toro- Ortiz, I do not own any of the songs (these are all owned by the legendary My Chemical Romance) or The Ways parents. I also know that Bob Bryar was not in My Chemical Romance when they made the Bullets album, but I decided to use him instead of the original drummer. I also know that Frank Iero was not in the same school as Mikey, Ray and Gerard, but hell... THIS IS CALLED FANFICTION! I also know that the band wasn't started until later on in time and there are over fact problems that I do know exist but if we're corrected would make the story bull shit. If you dislike stories with cursing, alcohol and love in, generally real things and you are more into fluffy bunnies and baby squirrels I regret to say this is not your story, I have left in all the details... everything that makes life as bad yet as amazing as it is. ENJOY!
EMMA
At this moment in time I was sure of 4 things: My name was Emma; I was suffering from a really awful hangover; I had lost my best friend and after all the things that had happened to me there couldn't possibly be a God.
My eyes opened slowly, the image in front of me became less hazy. My Iron Maiden, Misfits, Alice Cooper, Nirvana and GreenDay posters greeted me good morning. I sighed; today was the last day of school; then would come the holidays, the same as every day, but you can spend your time cramped up in your bedroom instead of a classroom. I rolled out of bed and pulled myself to my bathroom. I didn't dare look in the mirror, because I knew what would be there. He was always there, was I going crazy? I didn't know. I picked up my makeup wipes and rubbed them across my face, I then brushed my teeth lifelessly. I carried on my daily routine until I needed to do my hair, I figured I had to look in the mirror to do this so I left it for after I got changed. I pulled on my black combats, an Iron Maiden t-shirt and some black baseball boots. I ran my hand through my hair, I needed to re-dye it; the black dye was beginning to wear out slightly, almost showing my blond roots. As I picked up my hair brush my eye lingered on the boy who had been haunting me through the mirror. His shoulder length glossy, black hair seemed to fall beautifully over his pale white face, hiding his chocolate eyes. His chin was resting on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my waist. It looked so lifelike that I had to look around to make sure he wasn't really behind me; no it was just me being a psycho. Ouch, being so preoccupied with the guy in the mirror I stabbed my eye with my eye liner, I blinked wildly. I wondered if mom was up in the kitchen or still in bed.
Mom stirred her coffee aimlessly in the kitchen, yawning as she did so. "Hey Hun, you want some coffee?" she asked me, stifling her yawn. I smiled, nodding my head. She poured out some delicious coffee for me. As I sipped at it I savoured the taste. My head pounded; yesterday I skipped school after lunch and got hammered and this was my punishment, the hangover from hell. My mom stared at me curiously.
"You okay?" her voice seemed hoarse. I smiled falsely again, not like I was going to tell her that her daughter had a taste for vodka.
"Yer, I'm fine. I just stayed up late last night doing an essay." I replied. She looked satisfied. My eyes floated up to the clock. "Shit" I mumbled under my breath. I was late. I jumped up grabbing my Misfit note bag and ran out the door.
I got to school just before the bell, so I didn't get to see Frank. I met Frank a couple of months ago, he was a good friend of mine now and we would hang around and just be a nuisance together. I walked briskly to class; I positioned myself near the back. Now all I needed to do was to look out the window and drift into my own world.
I didn't get to see Frank until lunch, as I slammed my locker close after pulling out my scruffy books I saw him. He had been waiting next to the locker.
"Hiya." I said simply.
He smiled then said. "You know my band, right? Well we have got a gig coming up and I was wondering if you would like to come." He asked. Truthfully I was excited at the thought of going to see his band play, they were a Punk/Death- Rock band and I had heard Frank humming some of the songs, which all seemed pretty good.
"Oh yer, it sounds sweet. Just tell me when and where." I said happily.
"Yer... that's the thing, we know where, but they still have not told us when. I am expecting a call from them tonight. So umm, I could ring you and give you the details." He said sounding seriously stolked. I just nodded stupidly.
"Okay, cool. I will ring you tonight." Frank laughed. Just then I heard the shouts from down the corridor, "Frankie come on!" I knew who it was; Gerard, Ray and Mikey. They were a part of his band and his best friends. Frank looked at me and smiled sheepishly. "Hey why don't you come and meet the guys, it will be a laugh?" He proposed. I shook my head and made some excuse about me needing to catch up on some home work. He then turned away and jumped down the corridor to his mates. I then heard his voice faintly. "Gee, Mikey, Ray!" he said in that weird way he always does. I knew their names, there was also Bob, but he went to a different school. Gerard /Gee was his best mate, he was always talking about him. I then started to walk down the hall, when all the sudden I heard someone say into my ear "Hey babe, thinking I might just satisfy your needs seeing as you're not getting any." My head spun around. I faced the guy behind me, I knew who he was, a jock, part of the soccer team.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm doing just fine without your help." I spat at him, I then turned my head to Frank direction. He was still there talking to my mates.
"Hey Frankie, Aren't I getting some from you, baby." I laughed. I saw him smile cheekily. Then he shouted back "Hell yer, I ride you every night." He laughed. I turned my face back around and smiled sourly at the guy in front of me; I then lifted my knee, hitting him in the balls. He winced, then stumbled back letting me walk on. I could hear people screaming with laughter behind me, I smiled proudly.
As I opened the door to my house I could smell the Mac-cheese, god my mom made the best Mac ever. "Hiya! How long 'till tea is ready?" I asked. I could hear her merry humming, drifting in from the kitchen. "5 mins" she said happily. I narrowed my eyes, ***hmmmm I wonder why my mom is being so ... happy*** I came through to the kitchen, "Mom I was wondering if you would dye my hair for me tonight." I said trying to take advantage of her recent good mood.
"Yer, why don't you go and get the dye now, when you get out tea will be on the table." I raised my eyebrow.
"I am stuck between going that cherry red I had before or black. What do you think I should get?" I asked her. She thought for a second then said, "Hey, why don't you get both, then we can dye you hair black, but make it go red and the ends." She seemed rather proud of her idea, and yes it was a good idea, I have to admit. I scooped out the car keys from the bowl on the table then headed out again to the shop.
I was really lucky, because even though I was born with blonde hair, I have really pale skin and no freckles, so I could get away with black hair really well. Thank god.
When I got home again, I could see dinner on the table, I smiled gratefully for the fact that my mom was a mean cook. I joined my mom at the table, placing my bag with dye in beside me. She put out her hand, I rolled my eyes at dropped the car keys in it. I then tucked into my tea. My phone then started blearing out Horror Business, I picked it up.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hiya!" It was Frank. I sat up, hoping that he had the details for the gig, he did.
"It's tomorrow night at The Beat." He said.
"What time should I get there?" I asked. He answered telling me that I should come about 7 so we could hang around before the show. I hung my phone up and smiled excitedly at my mom.
"Guess what I am doing tomorrow night!" I literally shrieked. Mom rolled her eyes like a stroppy teenager.
"Dunno." She said. I sighed, god sometimes she can be such a bummer.
"I am going to see Franks band at The Beat." She seemed to perk up at the mention of a boy's name.
"Frank?" she asked, smiling at me as if she had something to smile about.
"Gross mom, don't even say it like that Franks more of a brother than what you where thinking." I said my voice tainted with disgust.
"Your already have a perfectly good brother!" Mom whined at me. I didn't want to talk about him so I changed the subject. I picked up her plate and mine and took them into the kitchen. When I came through my mom was scrutinizing the instructions on the dye box. She then took my hand and led me upstairs when she started at my hair. First she washed it then applied the black dye, then we waited for twenty minutes, while we did she painted my toe and finger nails black. She then rinsed my hair again and applied the red dye at the ends of my hair. As we waited she said "To say, if I was asked out by a guy who is really hot and loaded, sweet and funny you think I should go out with him." My head flipped around.
"Who asked you out?" I asked eagerly, I had been trying to get my mom to start dating again for a while. She sighed "I guy from my work out classes." She sounded annoyed.
"So why aren't you going out with him? I asked confused. She looked like she didn't really know why either.
"I wanted to know if you where okay with it." She said, BIG FAT LIE!
"Of course I am!" I said excitedly. She bit her lip, she stayed still for a couple of seconds then she walked out the room. A couple of minutes later she came back in.
"Guess what I am going to be doing when you're watching your band tomorrow?" My eyes literally popped out of their sockets! I jumped up jumped around crazily, my mom laughed. "Okay, let's get your hair finished up!"
So my mom then washed out my hair then started the long and tiring process of straightening my hair. It's actually kind of annoying since my hair is not even curly, it just slightly wavy but it's so thick that it takes ages to straighten. By the end my mom got me to close my eyes so I couldn't see, I waited impatiently. When eventually my mom let me open my eyes, I nearly had a heart attack. My hair was ebony black, but then gently turned a red colour at the ends. It was pin straight with my side fringe over my eye. I jumped up and gave my mom a hug, "Hey, calm down or you will ruin the hair!" she giggled. I then lead her upstairs when I started to pick out her outfit for her date. I finally decided on Light blue jeans with rips in, a caramel polo top and a pain of brown woolly boots.
"Are you sure it doesn't look to casual?" My mom said, tilting her body so she could see herself in the mirror.
"No way, you look great, mom." I assured her. She smiled, excitedly, bearing her white teeth. "I'm going on a date!" She almost screamed. Afterward I went upstairs to my room, I pulled out my ongoing essay on the civil war, and I started writing. Soon I found myself searching under my bed, for the left over bottle of dry gin. I found it and unscrewed the top, I took a swig. I fiery liquid burned my throat as it skimmed down it. I smiled and took another swig.
I woke up, fully dressed lying on top of my home work. I groaned. I pushed my head up from the comfort of my table. On the floor lay the bottle of gin. I picked it up and slid it under my bed, and then I put away my essay which I think I wrote about two words of the night before. I then went into the bathroom and splashed some water onto my face, I noticed my hair first in the mirror, I smiled playing with the end of it. Then I looked closer in the mirror and I remembered the strange boy. This time his was slumped on the towel rack looking at me. I decided to ignore him, which was easier said than done. I finished my usual routine; brush my teeth, mouthwash, deodorant, eyeliner. I then got changed into my specially selected outfit: a black short sleeved top with an electric blue lightning bolt on and electric blue long sleeved under top; my black netted mini skirt with electric blue under material; electric blue and black stripy tights and my black platform heels. I then re straightened my hair and finally applied my black lipstick. I smiled at my reflection. I then grabbed my bouncing souls hoody and went downstairs. There was a note left from my mom on the sideboard. Emma,
Went out to buy groceries, be back later. Call me when you can.
See you when ever,
Mom x
I scanned the note, I loved my Moms handwriting; it was nice yet completely wild, just like her. I then grabbed my keys and left the house. I took the bus into town. I did have my licence, but I didn't have a car and most the time I would prefer to take the bus than my mom's car. When I got into town I decided to go for a coffee having loads of time to kill (My watch making it already 12:30) so I went to Starbucks, I got a latte to take out and I wondered aimlessly through the shops. All of the sudden I felt some one clash into me, I jumped back.
"Oh my god, Jamia ." I knew the girl; we had been best friends since 3rd grade, well until about a month ago. She scraped back her brown hair from her eyes.
"Emma! God, it's great to see you. How are you?" She said with a hint of sympathy.
"Yer, I'm good... what about you, I mean you look great!" I laughed, she really did though.
"I'm great, you know me. Hey you want to grab a drink, I mean if you got nothing better to do." I thought for a seconds, this could either go well or terribly wrong.
"Okay."
We entered a small cafe; I bought myself a Dr. Pepper and Jamia got a Mineral water. I stared at her gobsmacked, I still couldn't believe she would want to talk to me, after what had happened, but she seemed eager to make peace with me.
"Hey, did you dye your hair red?" she said dumbly, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Very vigilant aren't you!" I giggled. I looked at my watch again, 2:45 pm.
"Hey, it was great catching up, but I think I better be going; home work and all." I said chirpily. We smiled then departed ways. I then took the bus home.
When I got home, I noticed my mom wasn't home yet. I pulled myself upstairs and started my homework, I grabbed at the pen, my eye wincing under the dim light of my room. I looked towards my stereo. I pulled out a CD from my vast collection, Iron Maiden - Fear of the Dark, I pushed it into the slot and pressed in the number for "Be quick or be dead." A smile swiped across my face. I pushed myself onto my bed then started jumping up and down on it, head bashing to the beat of the music. After I decided that I had done enough of my essay, I went downstairs and switched on the TV and flung myself onto the couch, hugging my legs op to my chest. I didn't look to change the channel, I just watched the adverts, a cheesy car advert was on, I yawned, showing my teeth. After about twenty minutes of boring muted TV the door opened my mom walking in holding three paper bags full of groceries, I hurried towards her taking two. I went into the kitchen and un packed them onto the work top.
"Thanks. Have you started on your civil war essay?" my mom asked me. I rolled my eyes, I was being nice taking the groceries and then she always had to ask for more.
"Yer," I moaned. She smiled nodding her head.
"You better get going for your gig." She said as if she wanted me out the way. I smiled cheekily and decided that I may as well go now. Before I opened the door I re applied my black lipstick to make sure it wasn't fading.
I sat, my legs crossed, tucked up on the seat in the bus. I was getting dirty looks from an old woman just in front of me. She wasn't even trying to hide it, so I just smiled sourly and stuck my finger up at her. She scowled angrily, but hey what do you expect from a Jersey kid, huh? The bus stopped about a block away from The Beat so I had to walk the rest. The bouncer at the door of The Beat could obviously tell that I was not 21 (but soon to be!), but I just smiled and fluttered my eyelashes at him and he let me in. I mean hell, they let Frank in and he was way younger than me. I looked around: it was dark, only being lit by the odd spot light. Everyone was crowed together pushing against each over and at the back of the room there was a bar. There were some wooden stairs to my right, which I knew leaded to the bands area. Another bouncer stood on the stairs, I walked up to him.
"Hi, I'm friends with the band My Chemical Romance; I was wondering if I could go up and see them."I said trying to make my voice as sexy as possible.
"Pass please." He said glumly. I bit my lip, damn it, I didn't have a pass.
"I don't have a pass." I said sheepishly. He frowned in another boring matter; damn everything about this guy was boring.
"No pass no entrance." He stated, with a hint of amusement.
"Please can you just let me up there?" I almost pleaded (damn me pleading, no way!) he raised one of his eyebrows and looked down at me patronisingly.
"Hell, if you don't let me through right now, I'm going take that smirk and shove it somewhere where the sun don't shine!" I shouted at him, feeling my temper flare. He looked taken back, but recovered rather quickly. "Please may you leave the premises by yourself, or I may have to get someone to escort you out." He snapped at me, grabbing my arm. I pulled it back, then turned around, ready to walk out when I heard someone shout my name "Emma! Wait up!" I turned around to see Frank on the stairs behind the bouncer; he put his hand out for me to grab it, as he did so the bouncer looked so pissed off.
"She is with me." He said stiffly. As the bouncer moved out of the way for me to get through, I smiled smugly at him.
"Thanks for that. Nervous?" I asked Frank. He smiled at me as if he was trying to prove to himself that he was alright more than me.
"Slightly," he looked at me now properly "wow Emma you look really great." ***Thank fuck, someone who finally appreciates good taste*** I looked at him, he was wearing a scruffy half tucked in, half out white shirt; a black pair of trousers and some scruffy black plimsolls. He had painted on a black cross through his eye with eye liner and a red circle around the other.
"Thanks, you look great to. Looks like school kid gone wrong." I laughed.
"Yer, that was the idea." He smiled appreciatively. Just as we reached the top of the stairs about to open the door he stopped.
"I'm sure everyone is going to be fine, but Mikey does tend to get a little nervous. So if he doesn't speak much, don't take it personally." He told me. He then tightened his grip around the handle to open the door. As he did he stepped in, letting me follow him in. It was a clean white room, littered with what I thought was the bands stuff: pictures, t-shirts, water bottles and makeup.
"Hey guys, this is Emma." Frank said standing aside, unveiling me like some prized toy.
"Emma, this is Mikey," pointing it at a skinny boy with sandy blond ear length hair and thick rimmed glasses, he wore similar clothes as Frank, but his trousers wear ripped and he didn't wear as extravagant make up, the boy looked up and smiled warmly at me, "this is Bob," he pointed at an average sized boy with light blonde hair, an unshaven beard and a lip ring just like Franks, he also wore similar clothes, "this is Ray." he said point towards a tall boy with a orangey- brown 'fro.
"Hey where is Gee?" Frank asked, Mikey pointed toward another door at the other end of the room.
"He is still doing his makeup?" Frank said slightly startled.
"Uhhuh." Mikey said half heartedly.
"Hey, Emma make yourself comfortable, I will be a minute." Frank told me. I sat down next to Mikey on the couch. He looked towards me in smiled again.
"So what instrument do you play?" I asked. He took a second to process this then said, "I'm bass, Ray," he pointed towards Ray "is lead guitar, Bob is drums and Gerard is Vocals." I looked towards Bob who was practising on the side of the table.
"You do know you're going to batter that table like fuck?" I laughed. As he turned to me I saw his devilish smile.
"Exactly what I intended" he smirked. I turned back to Mikey; he was staring at me curiously.
"So do you play any instruments?" he asked.
"Piano, Electric Guitar and Bass." I smiled. He looked rather taken back.
"Any reason?" he asked me. I thought a second, I didn't know why really.
"I guess, my dad forced me into playing Piano, but when he left I figured I didn't have to anymore. So I taught myself how to play guitar using my mom's old guitar, but when I decided that it wasn't going anywhere (meaning I completely sucked at it) I got my friend to teach me Bass and after a while, I bought a Bass for myself instead of borrowing hers." I explained. I could see him wince when I said that my dad left me, but he didn't bring it up. I could hear Ray tuning his guitar behind me.
"So, you nervous?" I asked, I knew Mikey was, not just because Frank told me he probably was, but the way he presented himself. He kept playing with things and his eyes kept darting about the place.
"Yer, kind of." He said whilst twiddling his thumbs.
"So what's the set up?" I asked him trying to make convocation.
"We don't really have one, Gerard just sort of comes out with the order on the night and we follow him." Mikey admitted to me.
"Isn't that hard?" I asked becoming curious.
"Very Hard." He laughed. Then the door opened and Frank came through it. He squeezed beside me onto the couch.
"So what music scene are you guys into?" I asked Ray. He looked confused for a couple of seconds, like he had no idea what I had said.
"Very similar to Frank, Iron Maiden, Misfits... what about you?" He questioned me.
""Umm, Iron Maiden, Smashing Pumpkins, Misfits, Bouncing Souls, GreenDay, Pixies, Dylan, AC/DC, Guns 'N' Roses, Metallica... stuff like that." I said honestly. Bob head turned towards me, he looked very surprised. My eyes wondered to the floor, even though I imagine they had only been there a couple of hours it was trashed with stuff. Then I saw an X-men comic.
"Sweet, whose is that?" I asked.
"Gerard's, he also has the Watchmen series somewhere around here to." Ray laughed.
"Hey Gee you better get out here before our guest makes off with your comic book collection!" Mikey shouted. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh shit coming out now!" I heard a silky voice from the other room say. The door flung open, I looked at Gerard. He had almost black long straight hair, pale white skin and brown eyes that seemed almost familiar. He was wearing the same as the others, but his t-shirt had fake (hopefully) blood on and sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, plus his black trousers were held together along the seam with paperclips turning his trousers into skinny trousers. His eyes rested on me, his jaw slackened and a look of complete horror tainted his eyes. He turned back and slammed the door behind him. I looked towards Bob who just shrugged and got back to his practise.
"Grumpy shit." I heard Mikey mumble. I ignored Gerard reaction and continued to talk to Mikey who had his camera out and was looking through the pictures.
"Can I ask why you are looking at pictures?" I said slightly confused.
"It calms me." He laughed knowing how stupid it sounded. I pushed myself closer towards him so I could see the picture. There was one of Ray lifting Frank up in what looked like the biology room at school, one of Mikey and Ray and Bob and someone else I didn't know of jumping around on a bouncy castle and eventually he clicked onto one of him and Gerard. It looked about a year old, but I could still see them both there. I couldn't help but look at Gerard, there was something about him the clicked in my mind. I strained my eye staring at him. Then it hit me, Gerard was the boy in the mirror. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to split it open. I could feel Mikey's gaze on me.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Umm, yer... I just need some air, nice to meet you." I got up and walked towards the door.
"Hey Emma wait up!" I heard Frank say. I stopped before leaving, letting Frank say what he wanted to say.
"What's wrong?" How the hell could I tell him what was wrong? He would think I was some sort of psycho.
"I just need to go home, I feeling kind of faint." I felt really bad deserting Frank like this.
"Oh please don't go, just wait for our first song, you still feel bad I will personally take you home myself." He sounded like he was pleading (Frank Iero pleading, almost as weird as me pleading!) I rolled my eyes; he knew I wasn't going to let him down by going.
"Okay, I'm going to get some air, but I will wait till the first song. If I am still feeling ill, I'm going." I said trying to stand my ground. He smiled thankfully.
"Right, so see you then?" He asked, I nodded and walked out of the room.
Well you can hide a lot about yourself,
But honey, what're you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin,
But the past ain't through with you.
'Cause we are all a bunch of liars.
Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it,
'Cause it's tragic with a capital T.
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.
Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,
I'm shocked at what you're capable of.
And if this is a coronation,
I ain't feeling the love.
'Cause we are all a bunch of animals
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems;
I was killing before killing was cool.
You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
It's been nine bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.
You'll never take me alive.
You'll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
'Cause I'm still here.
You'll never get me alive.
You'll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I'm still here.
You'll never take me alive.
You'll never get me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I'm still here.
You'll never get me.
Get me!
You'll never take me.
Take me!
You'll never get me alive.
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
It's been ten fucking years since I've been seeing
Your face 'round here.
And you're walking away, and I will drown in the fear.
FRANK
I sighed and turned around to face the guys.
"Wow she was hot!" I heard Bob say. I felt disgusted with the way he had put.
"Yuck, please. She is like my sister Bob, that's really gross!" I moaned. I was so pissed off with Gerard for being so unwelcoming.
"Whatever then!" I heard Bob joke, in a girly voice. Gerard came out of the toilet, looking on edge.
"Hey thanks man," he looked confuse, but I continued, "I mean, I just asked you to be nice, but you had to be all grumpy and mean. She probably thinks your some sort of depressed psychotic freak who hates her!" I shouted at him, flinging myself onto the couch.
"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous." Gee said walking towards the couch.
"Well so are the rest of us, but we can still manage to be nice!" I said lowering my tone slightly.
"Okay, I'm sorry..." Gerard sighed "She was really hot." I heard him then whisper. I picked up a pillow and flung it at him, laughing.
Thank you for reading my first chapter of my (hopefully) trilogy. If you have any comments feel free to express on my comments page. The next chapter will (hopefully) be out soon-ish because it is not as long as this first one!
BuryMeInAThousandRoses x