Author's Note - hi. So who's ready for an awesome My Chem story? Hell yes! Of course you do!
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Summer break, what more can I say? I wasn't even home yet and I was already planning my summer out: lying out by the pool, barbeques, and parties. No, wait, that's what my sister is doing. I'm going to be spending my whole summer away from the sun playing video games, reading comics and hanging out with my friends. Really summer is the only time I can hang out with my friends a lot. During the rest of the year I'm away at college studying to be some big time doctor. Well, that's what I'm hoping to do, become the best doctor in all of New Jersey. Until then, I'm just an undergraduate studying premed.
"Hello?" I said, answering my cell phone.
"Is this Victoria?" A horrible British accent asked.
"Yes, Is this Ray?" I asked.
"Fuck! How'd you figure me out?" He exclaimed.
"You've tried to prank me using that horrid accent before," I explained.
"Well, your home right?" Ray inquired.
"Hell yes!" I laughed.
"Good, we're coming to get you!" He warned me, and then hung up.
"Crap!" I yelled as I ran around my room.
I darted to and fro, changing into my Super Girl shirt, tight black jeans and a pair of chucks. I threw on my eyeliner and my hair up in a pony tail. Just as I grabbed my purse I heard banging on my front door.
"Oh hi boys, are you here for Victoria?" I heard my mother ask downstairs.
"Yes, you don't mind if we kidnap her for a few hours do you?" I heard Mikey ask as heavy footsteps made their way upstairs.
"Not at all. But if you ask, then it's not really kidnapping," my mother laughed.
"Well, then we'll just hold her ransom," Mikey replied, laughing as well.
I knew who the two running up the stairs were, Frank and Gerard. As I darted from my bathroom to my room I saw them on the top landing. Before I could reach for my door handle, Gerard picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Hi Gee, Hi Frank!" I said gleefully.
"What's up doc?" Frank joked.
"That's going to get old fast," I commented as I was carried down the stairs.
"Bye you guys! I want her back in one piece and preferably alive!" My mother joked.
"Oh no, I have Stockholm Syndrome! Bye!" I laughed as I attempted to wave at my mom.
"So what's the plan?" I asked as Gerard place me on my feet.
"We're thinking mall. New comics came out today," Gerard grinned.
"Of course, new comic book day," I laughed.
Ray was sitting in the driver's seat of the car that was parked outside my house with Mikey in shotgun. I climbed into the backseat of the car and sat in between Gerard and Frank.
"How's college life?" Mikey asked me from the front.
"Not bad. For my roommate it's basically go to class, copy some one's homework and then party. For me it's go to class, do homework, and study," I laughed.
"Well you sound like a party animal," Ray joked.
"Oh you know it," I smiled as Gerard took my hand in his.
"What have you guys been up to? I have heard that there is this awesome band called My Chemical Romance, and oddly enough, you guys look like the members," I joked.
"And you said my British accent prank was old?" Ray said.
"Sorry, I think of something new next time," I told him with attitude.
"And I will be expecting it," he grinned, looking in the review mirror.
"We have a show tonight. You should definitely come see us," Frank told me.
"If you want to. I mean, we're not trying to pressure you into coming," Gerard said uneasily.
"I'll be there. About how many people are you expecting to show up?" I asked curiously.
"Including you, maybe sixty. We're becoming really popular," Frank answered.
"Ooo, that's almost forty five more than last time I saw you guys," I laughed.
"Just wait until we really start touring," Mikey beamed, turning around to face me.
"And then I shall follow you to maybe two stops," I said.
"Two?" He questioned.
"I'm a premed student, I don't have much of a life," I answered.
"We will help you live this summer to the fullest then," Frank smiled.
"Thanks," I replied, squeezing Gerard's hand.
Minutes later we pulled up to the mall and got out of the car. Gerard and I were still hand in hand when we walked up to the mall. I was shocked at how empty it was. Usually during the summer the place was swarming with people, but it seemed like it was over fifty percent empty. We made our way to the comic book store and found it to be pretty busy. Gerard pulled me over towards the wall in the back where the new comics were.
"So, what are we?" I asked him.
"I'm going to say boyfriend girlfriend," he replied, his eyes darting from cover to cover.
"Gerard, you know how I feel about you, but what happens in the fall? Do what we did last time and just be friends." I asked.
"You're the one who doesn't want a boy friend during school," he replied, quickly letting go of my hand to grab a comic and examine it closely.
"That's because I can't have any distractions. I need to maintain my GPA. I can't lose my scholarship," I explained, taking the comic from his hands and looking at it myself.
"Sometimes a distraction can be a good thing. But I promise I'll try my hardest not to distract you," he grinned.
"Let's give it a shot," I told him, kissing his cheek.
I wandered away from him with comic book in hand and started to sift through the comics to see what I didn't have. Three Avengers comics later and I was at the register paying for them all. Gerard was waiting for me with his purchases in hand by the entrance.
"Victoria Yale, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked on one knee when I approached.
"Yes, yes I will," I laughed as he placed a Green Lantern ring on my finger.
"Now that it's official," he said, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.
"Let's go find the others," I smiled as we walked away from the comic book store.
We made our way to throughout the mall, dodging little kids and their parents. We stopped by the Starbucks for our fix and continued on for our search. We navigated our to the food court and found the guys talking to a familiar looking girl with a pixie haircut. As we approached she got up and ran towards us. I stopped and smiled when I recognized her, handing my coffee to Gerard so I wouldn't drop it.
"Torrie!" she exclaimed.
"Jackie!" I replied throwing my arms around her.
"How's the schooling?' she asked, pulling me towards the table.
"Boring," I replied with a laugh.
"And the love life? Any partying at college?" She asked suggestively.
"No, no partying and Gerard and I are picking up where we left off," I smiled as I sat next to him.
"That's good, you two are cute together," She laughed as I blushed.
"So what are the plans for the rest of the day?" I asked, taking a drink of coffee.
"Eventually we'll have to leave, you know the show we've got tonight?" Ray answered.
"Are you going?" Jackie asked me.
"What do you think?" I replied.
The venue was small, but it was filled with over a hundred people. The band before them was finishing their set when Jackie walked up to me near the bar, handing me a drink.
"Jackie, I don't really drink," I told her, trying to give it back.
"One won't hurt, I promise," she grinned, taking a sip of hers.
"Fine, just one," I laughed, taking a sip of mine.
The band had left the stage and started to haul the gear off the stage and My Chem was loading theirs on. Somewhere off to the side a fight broke out. We quickly moved to the other side of the room.
"That fucker bit me! He broke the skin! I'm bleeding!" A voice yelled.
"What the fuck?" I said to Jackie.
"I know right? Who bites people?" She said in disbelief.
"Oh hey, look!" I exclaimed, pointing to the stage.
The guys had taken the stage and checked to make sure that everything was plugged in and ready to go. Gerard stood at the front of the stage and ran a hand through his hair while leaning on the mic stand.
"Does he look drunk?" I asked her.
"He drinks a little before he goes on. It varies from night to night depending on how nervous he is," she explained.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. Anyways, I think they're about to start," she said, trying to change the subject.
"This song's called Drowning Lessons," Gerard said into the mic as the guys started to play.
Without a sound I took her down
and dressed in red and blue I squeezed
Imaginary wedding gown
That you can't wear in front of me
About an hour later, Jackie and I were waiting out by the van while the guys finished loading up their trailer.
"Do you have a sharpie on you?" I asked her.
"Why?" she asked me suspiciously.
"I wanna doodle on their trailer," I grinned.
"I should have one," she said, digging into her purse.
Victoriously she handed it over and laughed as I skipped over to the trailer and started drawing a tombstone with a skull on it.
"Not bad," Frank commented, admiring my work.
"Thanks. You guys were great," I replied.
"Really? I felt like we did amazing but you know, not pure awesome though," he laughed.
"Yeah, so was or should I say, is Gerard still drunk?" I asked uneasily.
"Ah, that. That is actually why he didn't want you to show up tonight. He's been drinking a lot before shows. He says it helps him perform," Frank explained.
"Are you serious!" I exclaimed.
"Unfortunately; speaking of drunk, look at those two guys!" He said, pointing to two guys moaning near the entrance to the venue.
"Shit, I don't think they'll be driving," I laughed as we watched them stumble around.
"Hey good lookin," Gerard slurred as he pulled me into a hug.
"Get in the van," I smirked at him.
They dropped me off outside my house, against Gerard's wishes.
"Don't go," he begged.
"I'll see you tomorrow, I promise," I told him, kissing him on the lips.
"Mmm, okay," he smiled as I shut the door behind me.
I skipped up to my house and rummaged through my purse for my keys, dropping them once I found them. Bending over to pick them up, I noticed a guy stumbling through the streets.
"Really, it's called calling a taxi," I muttered as the man stumble passed me, moaning.
I opened the door and quickly jumped inside, locking it behind me. The light was on in the kitchen and distracted me from the stairs. Inside my mom was wrapping up my dad's arm.
"What happened?" I asked, going into doctor mode.
"Your father was taking the trash to the curb for pick-up tomorrow and some guy bit him," my mom explained.
"Really, who bites people?" I asked in disbelief.
"That's what your sister said," my mom replied.
"Mom, let me look at it; he might need stitches," I said, trying to take his arm in my hands.
"I'll be fine sweetie. I don't need any stitches. If it looks bad in the morning I promise I'll go to the hospital," my dad said, hugging me.
"Alright, I love you dad. I love you mom," I said, leaving the kitchen and heading up the stairs.