Hi! So this is a My Chemical Romance fic. I have never met any of them, so if any fact about them are true or whatever, then I guess it was a very lucky guess. The fic is set in the present day, but all of guys in MCR are 10 years younger than they currently are. In addition, there may be another band(s) (i.e. Green Day) that will be mentioned in this fic later on, and they will be younger that they currently are as well (by 15 years, so that they are all around the same age. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this- don't expect update to be very quick at all, because I do have a tendency to forget about a fic and then come back to it a bit later on. Thank you for taking the time for me to bore your brain in to a sticky puddle of mush, I much appreciate it. :)
"Jamie!" I turned around to see who had called my name, but I was tackled to the floor. "Jammy, guess what!" I looked up at the happy face of my friend Claire who was sitting on my stomach.
"What? And get off of me!" I grumbled. She laughed and stood up, offering me a hand to help me up. "So what is it that has made you so darn excited?" She grinned at me and looked up at her cousin, Gemma, who nodded.
"Okay, well, Gem entered a competition to go see any band of choice with two friends…. And she won! She chose to go see My Chem and wants to take me and you with her!" I felt my jaw drop from this news. My Chemical Romance are my favourite band- I find their songs really inspiring and I can relate to them easily. I was torn from my thoughts as Gemma picked up from where Claire left off.
"But the best part is that I got backstage passes to meet them!" Claire squealed brought us all into a bone crushing hug.
That was a week ago, when I first found out about my two best friends and I going to see MCR. So her we are now at my house that I lived in with my adoptive father Tom Hiddleston (yes, the actor), as we got ready to leave for the concert.
I say Tom is my adoptive father, because well, he adopted me when I was 14. He's only 31 now; he adopted me when he was 25. He was visiting a nearby children's home to donate money there, where he spotted me being beaten by the other kids there while the carers didn't do anything about it. He got them away from me and I asked me if I was okay, and I told him that I was used to it as it happened at least twice a day. He told me that no one should be treated like that for whatever reason and demanded to the head carer for him to adopt me. When we were on our way to his house, he asked me about my family.
I don't remember any of my family; I was taken from them at the age of 4 by kidnappers and then taken in by the home a few months later. All I do know about them is that they live far away from here and that I have two brothers and that one of them is my twin. Most people think that the reason I have to know about the last point is a little mad. You see, when I was younger, between the ages of 11 and 17, I would frequently feel faint pains over my face, and body- as if someone had hit you. Sometime it would become really painful, like there was this one time where I felt like I couldn't use my left arm. Although the pain definitely isn't physical it is mental. I found out that I had brothers back when I was in my third year of living at the home. I had snuck into the office to hunt through my file to find out more about my family. I didn't get enough time to see what their names were or my parents' names, but I saw that my only siblings were two brothers that lived in America with my parents. I believed in the psychic link (not like mind reading, but the ability to feel one another's pain on a minor scale) between twins and triplets after finding that it had been proven on many occasions. I deduced from this that one of them must be my twin.
Anyways back to the present. I was sat on my bed waiting for the girls to finish getting ready. I was wearing my red skinny jeans, black t-shirt and converse and my black zip-up hoodie that hung low over my face, which looked quite creepy. Gemma was the first one of the two to finish getting ready. She wore light grey jeans, a baggy purple t-shirt with a black patterned skull on it and black military style combat boots. Gemma is a tall skinny girl, at about 5'10. She has long strawberry blond hair, and grey-blue eyes.
"Is Claire not done yet?" she asked, looking around the room. I nodded. We didn't have to wait for long until she strutted in the room in her bright blue ripped jeans, red vest top with a loose black see-through shirt over it, and red and black checker vans. Claire is fairly different from Gemma, but you could still tell that they were related. Claire is a small girl, about 5'2 in height. She has fiery red (aka red ginger) hair that is dip dyed black, and cerulean blue eyes.
"Bitches, bow down to your queen!" She stood up tall and pointed to the floor in front of her feet.
"Aha! But thou are not the true monarch! Abhor thy foul fancy! My cousin, it is rather zany of thee to make such a delation. What creature ravin thee to perpend of thy judicious, quaint thoughts, but switched to knap and mate thy dear cousins, by undergoing vile cunning! Oh, my! What has become of thee?!" I cried over dramatically.
Claire's face pulled into one of pure confusion. "Uh…. What?" Gemma rolled her eyes.
Tom walked into the room and chuckled. "Ehehe! I hear that you have been practising your Shakespearean, Jay. And Claire, I'll tell you what she just said in modern English: Ha! But you are not the true Queen! Reject your bad dream! My friend, it's rather idiotic of you to make such an accusation. What made you get rid of your fair, beautiful thoughts, but instead for hitting and confusing your dear friends, by going through with disgusting smarts! Oh, God! What has become of you?!" I burst our laughing. He copied how I had said it exactly.
"Oh…" Claire's face lit up brightly. "Thanks Tom!"
"You are most welcome," he bowed slightly to her "So, would you ladies like me to give you all a lift to the concert?" I glanced at Claire, who looked at Gemma, who winked back at me, and then we all jumped on Tom. "Ehehehehe! I take that as a yes then?" I nodded.
We walked outside and piled in to Tom's car. It was a black Land Rover Freelancer; although Tom is famous, he doesn't like to 'splash the cash'- he likes to be just like any other person. Tom grinned at us as he plugged in his iPod to the radio. He turned on Miami by Will Smith and we all soon singing along to it. We all laughed once the song finished, by this time we had arrived at the theatre.
