BLAH CHAPTER TWO. DISCLAIMER:::::I don't own mcr. If I did Sarah would be in a cage, and mikey and Alicia would be super glued together lynz and Jamia would be oblivious to the fact their husbands are shagging each other, ray would be ray, Bob would still be here, and My Chem will be together and still working on their album that supposedly does not exiSt. Wow long disclaimer.
here we go!
Gerard:
May 3rd, 2020, my father died of a heart attack. The next week we found his will, and added onto it was that I, his son, takes over his reign. Why couldn't it be Michael though? Oh yeah that's right, that's irresponsible bastard. He'll just throw all of us under the bus and save himself. I'm only 20 years old though! I'm not READY to be a leader, I'm still a KID.
I was on tour, introducing myself to everyone, just like my father did last year. Here we are, Belleville, New Jersey once more, and I was half expecting to see that boy from our last visit. That mysterious boy, the one that has been haunting my dreams for the past few weeks. In fact, I asked the mayor if I could hold the whole shebang in the same spot I saw him, hoping he would remember. Hoping he would be there.
"Hello everyone," I said, stopping every now and then for the cheers and excitement. "Now this isn't really my thing, I'm more of a 'Leave-me-be-lurking-in-the-shadows' type of guy, so being in the spotlight it's a little new to me. So lets hope I don't mess up. A lot of people want to know who I, Gerard Arthur Way, is. Am I democratic, republican, national socialist? In all honesty I'm none. I'm the type of person who would send cupcakes to North Korea, hoping it would cheer them up. But this form of leadership my dad has adapted, it's great. Really, but I'm going to make some changes. Instead of your leader, I want to be your friend. I hope you all understand that. I mean, I'll still LEAD you, I just don't want my face to be paraded about like I'm some god. I don't want you guys to worship and idolize me, I just want to be another regular dude. That means no clearing a pathway for me, no letting me cut in line for coffee, treat me as if I wasn't some huge national icon. Treat me like who I am. A freak, a reject, a geek. Treat me like that, heroes are just ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. That's who I want to be, an ordinary person that's... Extra ordinary. Thank you."
Slowly, the crowed got quieter and quieter, and they just stared at me in awe. A female voice to my right called out first, "I LOVE YOU!"
One by one, all of Belleville started to chant my name and cheer. Well, all, but one. The duration of my speech, I was looking for that boy with black hair and couldn't find him. Maybe he moved, it's plausible. People move all the time anyways. I sighed, and sadly waved to crowd, before I left the platform with my remaining family.
Mother was gushing about how well I did, and Mikey just pat my back before running off with the guards. He was awkwardly shy, even with his own brother. I mean it's not like he doesn't talk, because he does, a lot. It's more like in public he feels pressured, and now that his family is on the top of the world, he just doesn't seem like he wants to spend time with me. But I don't want to spend time with him either,
"And that last part about being a hero," my mom said, hugging me. "Your father would be so proud."
"What did dad want out of all this," I asked, sitting down on a bench. "What was his goal?"
"Why, Gerard didn't you pay attention in tenth grade history?"
"Mom. This is me you're talking to, you should know the answer."
"Oh that's right, silly me! But Gerard, you should know the goals of your father and this party."
"Except for I don't."
"When, or if, you figure out what we are, we can talk. But for now have fun, be a kid for one more day."
I smiled, kissing her on the cheek. Mother stood up and made her way to where we were staying for the week, and I watched her go. She's so strong, after seeing her husband die. My mother was one of my biggest inspirations, except she doesn't know. I sighed once more, reality hitting me like a ton of bricks. I'm a leader. I'm a mother fucking leader.
"Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit," I cried into the afternoon skies. "IM NOT READY FOR THIS!"
I can't take care of a country, hell, I couldn't even take care of my pet goldfish in second grade. Shit, that's what America is going to turn too. Complete and utter shit.
A/N: YES. GERARD IS PRETTY MUCH HITLER IN THE SENSE HE IS IN CHARGE OF A COUNTRY. BUT THAT COMPARISON COMES IN PLAY LATER. now if you excuse me, Animals by Muse is playing in my ear and I'm crying cos I wish I had a Tardis in order to go back in time to the day of my muse concert that made me cry, so either way I'm crying.
