CHAPTER 3
When Kayla was through jumping on the bed, getting all her happy energy out the bed was really messed up. She slid onto the floor and began straightening the sheets and blankets as she sang "Demolition Lovers" to herself. While she did this, Gerard walked in and stood in the doorway.
"When I said make yourself comfortable I didn't mean for you to trash the room." Kayla turned around, startled at his voice.
"Oh, sorry." she replied, smiling sheepishly, "Couldn't resist, got a lot of happy energy!" she balanced on the balls of her feet to prove her hyperness.
"Ha ha it's okay. Now that I'm looking at this room with you in it, I realize I girl-ed it up a little too much huh?" Gerard walked in and ran his hand along the lavender wall. "I just wanted you to be comfortable"
"I couldn't care less really.," said Kayla, sitting on the edge of the bed and surveying the room, with an attempt at a real smile on her face. She really did care. "No one's ever done anything this nice for me before." That's gonna make him not feel bad right?"
"Alright, I believe you, and you're welcome," said Gerard, as Kayla opened her mouth to thank him. How the hell does he do that?
"So." he said "You like "Demolition Lovers"? He asked.
"I LOVE that song. It's so, sad. But so pretty at the same time. It's what I would listen to when I couldn't sleep. It's my lullaby." she replied. Gerard nodded.
"Well, goodnight Kayla. Wake up whenever the hell you feel like it, we all will. If you're up first, whatever, help yourself to the fridge okay?" said Gerard turning to leave.
"Oh, Gerard?" Kayla said, right before he left.
"Yeah Kayla?"
"Thank you. For everything, even the room. It means more than you know."
"No problem, just do me one favor?" he said
"Anything." said Kayla, smiling.
"You're with MCR now, call me Gee okay?" he said, winking.
"Okay." said Kayla breathlessly. Gerard left and Kayla collapsed on the bed with a soft moan, hand over her quickly beating heart. Had Gerard Way really just asked her to call him by a nickname? Use a term of endearment? A friend-to-friend name? Could she have dreamed that? No, it had really happened. She was somehow sure of that. And God did it feel right.
The next morning Kayla went upstairs and into the kitchen. It was small, just enough room for five or six people. She saw a counter attached to a sink and stove, a refrigerator stood at the end of the counter. At the end of this little three-sided square was a table with six mismatched chairs, four of which were filled up by Ray, Mikey, Bob, and Frank. Mikey and Frank were fighting over the box of Captain Crunch cereal, Bob and Ray just sat there laughing and eating their own breakfasts.
"Give it to me Frank I had it first!" said Mikey, sounding four years old.
"No way Mikey, I did. Back the hell off my Captain Crunch!" responded Frank in an equally immature tone.
"Is this how mornings usually go?" asked Kayla, coming up behind them and grabbing the box for herself. Frank and Mikey looked at her, surprised she was able to do it with such ease.
"No, believe me, this is a boring morning for us." said Ray. "Normally our mornings involve Mikey's high-pitched girlish screams from either Gerard or Frank scaring the shit out of him.
"Cant wait to see that." said Kayla, amused at the thought of waking up to a man's screams at the hands of his brother and best friend. As if on cue, Gerard came up the stairs in a black t-shirt and green plaid flannel pajama pants. His hair was tangled and messy, but still perfect. Was he BORN beautiful? thought Kayla. Then she looked down and realized something. She and Gerard were wearing the same pants. She looked at his pants, he looked at hers, and she just shrugged and said
"Oops. Ha ha. Wonder how that happened. Ha ha," Gerard smiled, laughed a little, then put his hands on his hips and smiled wider, deciding to mess around a little.
"Bitch! How dare you have the same outfit as me?! You social outcast!" he said in a rich-bitch valley girl voice. Kayla decided to play along, for lack of anything better to do.
"Oh gosh, oh gosh! I...I don't know what I was thinking!" she laughed, bent down and began to pretend to kiss his feet. He turned up his nose and put up his right hand in a "talk to the hand manner"
"Ugh! Bitch, I am from BEVERLY HILLS! Do not. TALK to me." she got up, and they both collapsed into each other, unable to hold in the laughter any longer. They supported each other's bodies as they laughed hysterically. Then she said
"Gee you Valley girl bitch!"
"Kayla you social outcast fashion victim" he said, chocking for air. Frank, Ray, Mikey, and Bob just watched, one eyebrow raised per face, jaws down. When they finally broke apart and sat down, wiping tears from their eyes Ray finally said
"These two are getting TOO MUCH sleep and not enough brain food. They are totally insane."
"Okay to business." said Frank "We leave to start the tour in, what? Four days? Yeah, four days. So we're all ready for that right?" Five "ready" s followed.
"Then off we shall go, on another traveling circus that is a My Chemical Romance tour. Screaming girls, signing autographs, mosh pits, EMS teams, hot arenas, microphone squeals. God I love the music biz" said Frank, raising his glass of orange juice. Five more glasses went up and they all did cheers. Kayla was ecstatic.
