My Angel Is a Vampire

It was Saturday and nothing was happening. My mom worked Saturday evenings; she wouldn't be home till around ten. I was watching trash on TV. My guitar was leaning against the couch; I had sort of been playing earlier, without the amp. I was tired and not really interested now. I brushed my hair out of my eyes, and then my phone rang. Gerard's name was on the screen.

I snatched the phone off the couch. I couldn't answer it fast enough. "Hello?"

"Hey, Frank, it's Gerard."

"Hey, Gerard!" Oh em gee, I was so happy. I had no reason to be so happy from just one phone call. Yeah, I had just spent my entire Saturday alone and it was now dark and slightly rainy and cold and very dreary in my house, but it doesn't matter. I had no reason to be so happy from just one phone call.

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

"No, I'm kind of sitting at home alone," I said, smiling a little, my heartbeat quickening. What was he thinking?

"Well…do you want Chinese food? Because…I know this sounds really weird, but, um, Mikey and I were talking about Chinese food earlier before I had to leave…and he's out with friends right now and my parents are gone, and I haven't had dinner, but I'd hate to eat Chinese food alone, so…"

"Um…yeah, I'd love some Chinese. I haven't had dinner either."

"Oh, good. Um…what do you want, I'll buy you dinner and just, come over, if that's okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. I really am completely alone right now, my mom won't be back till after ten."

"Okay, cool. So what do you want?"

"Um, just, something without meat."

"What?" he asked, sounding amused.

"Don't buy me anything with meat. I'm a vegetarian."

"Really?" he asked; I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah. Deal with it."

"No, that's cool," he said. I heard a sudden screeching-tires sound and my heart jumped into my throat. "Gerard, are you all right? Gee!" I shouted before I could stop myself or re-evaluate. I heard him muttering something that made it very clear to me that he wasn't involved in whatever had just happened.

"You okay, man?" I asked again, my heartbeat starting to slow.

"Yeah, someone just cut me off," he said, sounding irritated. "Idiots. And um…whatever. Anyway. Um…I'll see you in like, fifteen minutes, okay? And I'll be bringing you dinner."

"Sweet. Okay, I'll see you then. And I'm glad you didn't die."

"Thanks, me too."

I laughed a little and the line went dead.

When you haven't had dinner, and it's eight o'clock, and your mom's out and you're the only one at home and you haven't heard from anyone all day, and there's trash on TV and rain outside, a vampiric guy carrying the brown paper bags reminiscent of Chinese food is completely like an angel. Yes, Gerard Way looked like an angel when I opened the door to let him into my house. He was even standing in this personal halo caused by the rainbow lights reflected off the misty rain by my porch light.

"Hey, you brought food!" I said excitedly…I think more of that excitement was from seeing him than I'm willing to admit. Less than a week, Frank. You probably shouldn't even let him in your house.

But he had Chinese food. I would probably have let him in if he was a masked murderer.

"Warmth! Light!" he responded, stepping into the house. His hair was damp from the misty rain. "It is horrible out there."

"I can tell," I said, gazing at his damp hair, hanging in slightly curled tangles around his face. "What were you doing today?"

"Looking at job opportunities," he answered, coming into the house, leaving wet Converse tracks across the hardwood floor. "I didn't actually GET a new job. That's why they call them opportunities. I'm good at missing those," he muttered, musing. "But whatever. Point is, I've got Chinese food. And now I've got you. Mikey's gonna be jealous." He smiled as he set the paper sacks on my table. I came to join him, the words he had just said reverberating inside my head. And now I've got you. Something about that was just… And now I've got you, I've got you, got you, got you. I've got you.

"Frank?"

Mental slap. I'm doing that a lot lately. "Yeah? Sorry…I'm mentally unstable tonight."

"I got you this. It has no meat whatsoever. It's like, vegetables and tofu."

My mouth watered at the thought, my personal choir singing Gerard's I've got you song fading to the back of my mind. "That sounds awesome. Oh, man, I'm so hungry!"

"Yeah, I skipped lunch today, so… That was about when Mikey and I were fantasizing about Chinese food, actually…"

I stepped into the kitchen to find plates. "Here. And…yeah, we can sit on the couch. The table's too uninteresting."

He laughed a little and followed me into the living room.

Trash TV is so much better when you've got someone to watch it with. Watching guys randomly beat up themselves and their friends on MTV was so much more fun with Gerard. We criticized them and debated the aspects of the abuse they were giving themselves, suggested other bad things they could do to each other, and asked each other if we would do the things they were doing. I agreed to most of them. I was pretty daring. Gerard agreed to most of them, too, although he seemed more like he was agreeing out of a numb how-bad-could-that-actually-be? sort of feeling. He agreed to do some things that I cringed from, I think only because of that random numbness. He stared at the current catastrophe on screen with a placid expression on his face. I glanced at the craziness he had just agreed to do and cringed away. "You would honestly do that?" I said, staring at him. Although I honestly wanted to stare at him anyway. This was just a good excuse.

"Yeah," he said, watching the guy begin the first part of his self-inflicted pain, which involved jumping out of a second-story window.

"Dude, you're crazy," I decided, leaning back into the couch.

"I have a friend that did that once," he said serenely, watching the guy screaming in pain and his friends laughing at him. "He broke his foot, but other than that, it wasn't really that bad. Or he may have just thought that 'cause he was so high at the time…"

"You have drug addict friends, too?" I said, analyzing him.

"Yeah," he said, laughing a little. "Not many. Really just that one guy, and his friends. His name is Bert. He's in a band actually, you might like him."

"Really? What's the band called?""The Used. Kind of alternative rock, screamo. They're pretty good."

Gerard hung out until my mom got home. He was going to leave before…it's kind of awkward to introduce a new friend to your mom at ten-thirty at night…but I didn't want to explain the Chinese.

"Hey, Mom," I said as she walked through the door. "Um, this is my friend, Gerard," I said, gesturing to him from where we still sat on the couch.

She came into the living room. Once she saw Gerard she seemed to calm a little. He stood up to shake her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Gerard," she said, smiling.

"Likewise, Ms. Iero," he responded.

"I wondered whose car that was," she added, walking towards the kitchen. "Did you guys eat dinner?"

"Gerard brought Chinese," I said, grinning at him.

"Oh, good, I'm glad you did, Gerard. Sometimes when Frankie's on his own he ignores the fact that he needs to eat…" Her chatter continued even as she stepped out of hearing range somewhere deeper in the kitchen, probably digging in the pantry or something.

"No wonder he's so small," Gerard said, but only to me, giving me a playful push.

"Hey, no mocking about the height," I warned, pushing him back.

Gerard laughed, and started to get up. "Well, I should probably be leaving," he said. "My parents are going to worry," he added, smiling at my mom as he crossed to the door.

"Yeah, they might think you were involved in a collision or something," I said with a wink, remembering that he had nearly crashed earlier.

"Yeah," he said, laughing. "Good night, Ms. Iero."

"Good night, Gerard, it was nice to meet you."

"Good night, Frankie," he said.

And then he was gone.

I felt a faint chill lingering in my veins after his words. I needed to go to bed. "I'm gonna leave to, Mom. Good night," I said.

"Good night, Frankie," she said, echoing his words. I kissed her cheek on my way by, and hurried up the stairs to my room.

I fell onto my bed as soon as I was inside, the peace and familiarity of my own room helping to clear my head, letting me focus on my thoughts.

And my thoughts were of Gerard. All of them. My veins were on fire, my heartbeat a fast staccato. Gerard, Gerard…and what he had just said to me. Frankie.

I'm not…you know…I'm not gay or anything. Not that I think that's wrong, but, you know, I'm not, so deal with it. But…I've kind of desired guys before, like, I mean, I've never had a boyfriend or anything, but I'm kind of used to seeing guys as attractive in more than just a oh-yeah,-I'm-sure-girls-are-into-him sort of way. I mean…Gerard was beautiful. And I thought he was, and I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he was. And it wasn't just that he was physically attractive…which he was. I think I've explained that before. But he's also just…awesome, like, who he is, his personality, the way he smiles, his obsession over mass murderers, his self-deprecation. They were all endearing features.

I can't believe this. I don't even know if I want to believe it.

But I think I'm falling for Gerard Way.

I relate to Frank soooo much in this story. I play guitar, music is my favorite thing ever, I'm his age, I'm finishing school and I have NO idea what I'm going to do now, although I'm not going to college. We dress the same...skinny jeans, band t-shirts, Converse, eye make-up... And we're both completely obsessed with Gerard Way. :P

Hope you like this craziness, since it's distracting me from my real work XD

Xoxo,

Rebel Rose