A/N: So, I had this odd vision thing one day: what would happen if my best friends and I kidnapped Gerard? NO: SERIOUSLY! Picture that for a minute. I mean, what the fuck are you going to do with him? So I planned this story out. I really hope you enjoy it 'Cause it's probably my favorite story to write. By the way, around when Taylor and I talk to him: I wrote 500 words and that got deleted. So, if I seem enraged and befuddled around that point, I apologize.

On with the point.

P.S. I finally broke down and decided to post this. I already have 3 stories going that I try to regularly update and now I won't be able to update as much but... w/e. This is my favorite. I want to satesfy your lovely reviewer needs. xD

Thanks everyone who reviews, you're awesome!

Chapter one: A 34 Year Old Man

"SHIT, TAYLOR, IS HE ALIVE!" I screamed, dragging Gerard fucking Way's body along my best friend's tile floor. Taylor was rich as hell—she lived next to Tiger Wood's ex-wife for crying out loud. Her parents weren't home—they were on vacation in Fiji. Yeah, I said it. Fiji. And they didn't bring Taylor. I don't know why. She never got on with her mom and Keith, her stepdad.

Okay, I must sound insane, let me introduce myself, I'm Madison. I'm 15 years young and my favorite band is My Chemical Romance. My best friend is Taylor; she just turned 16 in December. It was January. We had a few days of winter break left.

"I… I think so. How do you tell? Holy fuck, can I give him mouth to mouth?" Taylor inquired as she tightened her grip on his legs.

"No… no. Let's put him on your bed for now—"

"—so we can?—"

"NO! HE'S MARRIED WITH A KID!" I argued. I knew she wanted to rape him or something. A 34 year old man… but… he was Gerard Way, right? So… NOPE! I couldn't rape him. That's just silly. Well, also illegal. But kidnapping him is illegal too, right?

I grabbed his shoulders as Taylor took his legs and we piled him onto her bed. She then ran over to the curtain and shut them.

"What do we do now?" Taylor blankly questioned. I shrugged. We captured the lead singer of My Chemical Romance.

One Hour Prior

"NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAN NA NA NA NA NA NA BU DUM BU DUM DUM!" Taylor and I sang along to Danger Days. She was driving her new car. It was her stepdad's old truck. It was pretty nice, actually.

"Fuck, I gotta get gas. You mind paying, Maddy?" Taylor begged me. I smirked.

"Nice try. Get yourself a job and pay it yourself," I sarcastically retorted. She groaned and got pulled into a local 7-11. I looked around. Being a natural people watcher, I stared at the different ethnicities and ages surrounding me.

A girl in her mid-20s… probably European… and a man who appeared to be African American… A young girl with her mother… A scarlet haired man in a leather jacket with impeccable bone structure on his face… A—WOAH! WAS THAT GERARD WAY?

He was carrying a package of cigarettes out of the store and heading to a car. A trans-am. The trans-am? Woah. It… it was Gerard Way. My idol... Woah. Okay, what do I do? I mean… do I approach him? Approach with caution? Or with sincerity? Jesus Christ. Decisions.

"Taylor!" I called to her, leaning over the driver's window.

She turned from pumping gas in the truck and made a muffled, "Hmm?"

"Gerard. Way. Over. There. Man with cigarettes. And the red hair. There!" I pointed to him. Her mouth literally fell onto the ugly disgusting concrete floor. She nearly screamed. She did scream, actually. This earned glances from spectators all around the gas station. The little girl with her mom locked the car. One guy was laughing. I facepalmed.

Taylor flipped out. I didn't know exactly what to do. I mean, approaching him would be a bit much, right?

"TAYLOR! HE'S DRIVING AWAY!" I screamed as the Trans-Am parked a few spaces away started to exit the 7-11.

She quickly finished getting gas, swiped her credit card and laughed at the price of gas, and hopped into the truck. I was breathing heavily and she was making awkward grunting noises. Wait-what did we plan on doing?

Taylor turned the car on and Danger Days blasted through the speakers. I freaked out-the fucking singer on the soundtrack was less than 300 feet away from me! Holy shit...

I turned the music down and focused on our target. Wait, what did we plan on doing once we caught up to Gerard? WOAH, WERE WE FOLLOWING HIM?

I heard an odd spilling noise but ignored it, considering the circumstances.

"TAYLOR?" I asked as she turned onto 42nd street. "WHERE ARE WE GOING?"

Her face tightened into a devious smile as she clearly said, "I never thought we'd stalk Gerard Way. My dream has come true. Can we steal him?"

I shot her an awkwardly surprised look. "Well... that's illegal..."

She snickered a bit and kept turning onto every street the Trans-Am decided to roam onto. I saw him looking back at us in his rear view mirror. Taylor started to giggle and nearly jump out of the driver's seat. I was a bit worried. Were we actually following him? Seriously?

"Taylor, what the hell are we doing?"

She finally had a sense of reality. "I think we should just get him to pull over, ask for an autograph, and be done with it. Right?"

I nodded. That sounded sensible. I hoped.

We both turned into a darkish alleyway behind a Super Target. Gerard pulled over. Taylor and I were still making strange giggling fangirl noises and jumping around in our seats.

Gerard pulled out a cigarette and exited his car as Taylor pulled over near him. He lit it, looking like a badass, being awesome. I wanted to scream.

"HEY!" Gerard yelled as he approached Taylor's car. If fate wanted me to die right then and there, I think I would've been okay with it.

Taylor leaped out the car and ran straight up to him. I followed close behind, nearly stumbling with every step.

"Uh... well... hi," I muttered as he took my hand and shook it. Tears formed at the bottom of my eyes. Gerard Way was shaking my hand. He... he made the music that saved my life... wow.

Taylor, in a daze, squealed and wrapped her arms around him. Out of surprise, the cigarette fell from his mouth and onto the dirty street, still lit. He didn't seem to care.

"Uh. Are you motherfucking following me?" he inquired as Taylor let go, trying to remember how to breathe and save her sanity.

"OH GOD, I'm sorry, Gerard. It was pure impulse. There was a voice in my head that told me to do that... and I listened... but I'm sorry," Taylor rambled. I could tell that she was about to faint or something.

I saved myself from looking like an idiot for being best friends with someone like Taylor (well, no one was like Taylor...) so I said, "No. We just wanted an autograph or something."

He nodded, smiling. I think he liked me more. Heh.

I handed him my phone as Taylor wondered around doing who knows what, looking at surrounding garbage cans and trash bags.

Gerard took out a sharpie (don't ask me why he kept one in his jacket pocket) and asked, "Who do I make this out to?"

I giggled. "Madison. I know, boring name... it wasn't my choice."

"No, no, it's fine."

He scribbled my name and his signature onto the back of my phone. I couldn't help but smile like a maniac.

"Well, I better get going, Lady B and LynZ will be wondering where I a—" he was cut off my the violent thrust of a trash can at his head and my scream. I prayed that no cars surrounding the alley saw what just happened.

Gerard fell to the ground with a crash as I turned to Taylor who was holding the plastic weapon above her head. My mouth formed an "o" shape. Taylor was appalled too.

"Did... did I just do that...?" she asked no one in particular.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't even process what just happened. Gerard. Phone. Trash can. Thud. Holy shit.

"What do we do?" Taylor screamed, tossing the can in the other direction, hitting a parked car and sounding an alarm. She started to cry. "FUCK! WHAT DO WE DO NOW?"

The alarm seemed to get louder. I started to pick up Gerard's unconscious body and opened the door to Taylor's truck. She stared at me.

"This is what we're doing! We'll take him back to your place and keep him there for a little while! What the hell should we do? Leave his fucking body here and wait for authorities or the owner of a fucking beeping car to get back and think he's dead? OUR FINGERPRINTS ARE ON HIS HANDS! LET'S GO!"

She nodded slightly, grabbing the other side of his body and throwing him into the back seat of her car. She climbed into the driver's seat as I nearly started crying too.

"WAIT, his car!" I worried. She shrugged.

"Fuck it, we'll pick it up later!"

With that, we ignored the abnormal spilling noise, the fact that the amount of gas in her car was rapidly lowering, Gerard's lifeless body, and drove to Taylor's house.

It would be a long day.

One hour later

"We could make him food," I said, pushing Gerard's wild red hair out of his face. He was drooling in his sleep. D'aww.

"Meh, let's watch him till he wakes up," Taylor said, sitting on the bed next to him and staring at his gorgeous face. It was creepy.

I then looked around my best friend's room. I knew it well. Besides, I spent nearly every weekend and holiday at Taylor's house. My Chemical Romance posters, quotes, and her guitar that I wrote MCR lyrics all over surrounded us. This was a problem. He'd think we were obsessed—don't get me wrong, we were! We just didn't want Gerard to know that.

I walked over to the nearest one that was right above her TV and guitar hero system. I pulled it off the wall, careful not to rip off Gerard, Frank, Mikey or Ray's faces. She looked stunned.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Taylor asked. I beamed.

"What would you think if two guys followed you into a dark alley, started asking for your autograph, knocked you over the head with a trash can, and then you woke up in their room with a poster looming across from you?"

She shrugged, "I would think that they were pedophiles, of course. And that I was hungry. You'd be hungry after you wake up right?"

I rolled my eyes. She wasn't getting the point.

"If you were Gerard Way—"

"IF I WAS GERARD WAY, I WOULD DO NAUGHTY THINGS TO MYSELF," she blurted out. What the fuck was wrong with her?

"No. If you were him and you woke up with posters of your band and quotes you wrote around a teenager's room, what would you do?"

"I dunno, walk home?"

I facepalmed.

Gerard started to move around a bit and make noises.

I ripped down posters, quotes, sketches, pictures, anything related to My Chemical Romance off Taylor's walls and shoved them in the closet, closing the door.

"Wh—where am I?" Gerard asked, sitting up and rubbing his head. Taylor laughed fanatically. I tried to sooth him.

"Uh. You're at Taylor's house," I calmly explained. This didn't seem to go well with him.

"Who the fuck is Taylor? And who the fuck are you!" He stared at me for a second. Then he added, "You're that girl. Madison. I signed your phone."

My heart skipped a beat when he said my name but I peacefully smiled.

"Taylor hit you upside the head with a garbage pail—" I shot her a look. "So we brought you back here to rest. We didn't want to leave you in a dark alleyway I guess. You'd look dead."

He nodded, "Thanks, I guess. Can you drop me off to my car? LynZ is probably worried as hell."

Taylor nearly growled at Gerard's wife's name. When Gerard turned away, she pointed to her iPod speakers and mouthed, 'Should I use this?'

I madly shook my head no as Gerard turned back to us.

"Yeah, sure. I'll go get Taylor's keys."

Taylor seemed to be disappointed that he wasn't going to stick around any longer. I left her with him and walked out into the living room, grabbing the keys and a banana. The local news was on... something caught my attention. It was our town. Specifically near our neighborhood... near where we lived.

"...Local Super Target burst into flames. Fire started near an alleyway but spread to the shopping center. Authorities are speculating the cause—most likely from a careless smoker and some gasoline scattered around the street. More at 11," the news caster's voice robotically said. I widened my eyes. Did we set Target on fire?

"TAYLOR GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" I shouted to my friend who, still bemused, made her way out to where I was standing eating a banana.

"Yes? Oh and do we have to drop him off? Seriously?"

"Shut the fuck up. T.V. Look. Now."

She glanced to the screen which flashed a helicopter shot of a flaming Super Target. Her expression changed from excited to livid. Taylor grabbed the remote from the couch and turned the news off.

She whispered so Gerard couldn't eavesdrop, "His car is still out there. That means, he doesn't have a ride home unless he tells us where he lives... because I am NOT letting him take Keith's old car. Keith would throw a fit..."

"So, what do we do?"

There was a gauche silence.

A ring of the doorbell broke the silence, along with a scream.