It's Cold Tonight xXx Chapters 1-10

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CHAPTER ONE..//

The lipstick splattered red on clothes, as the matron comes to sweep the tears away.

The strobe lights flashing twisted patterns around the room as I leapt and jumped from side to side, my guitar swinging aimlessly as my fingers traced along the fretboard gracefully, each chord sending a ghostly chime out through the giant speakers at either side of the stage. I screamed out the words to myself, running backwards and forwards between the drum kit and center stage, a look of pure ecstasy on my face and an irresistible rush of adrenaline.

"AND I THINK I'M NEVER COMING BACK!" I yelled as I reached the microphone, Zoe stood right next to me screaming the lyrics too. I backed away from her, swung the guitar around my neck once more, leapt up onto the amp, and knew my grand finale was ready.
My fingers felt as if they were on fire. The fretboard was vibrating uncontrollably as each high-pitched note send a scream running through the crowd, the rhythm chords playing repetitively in the background. I screamed and nodded at the small fan base gathered, and then, running back onto the stage, I grabbed Holly's arm and we both dived into the crowd, the many hands pushing me along as I pushed the tremelo arm to end my solo....

And suddenly, it was over. Backstage - the screams of the audience faded away into the distance as they departed for their homes. I rubbed at my hair and tossed the towel onto my shoulder, wiping my face with makeup remover to get rid of the black stains that had formed around my dark brown eyes. The other band members were dotted around the dressing room, the instruments leaning against various walls and tables. Both my guitars were leant against the medical cabinet, where Zoe was knelt with a box of headache pills.

I wandered over on my tired legs, holding up my hand for a high-five, which she weakly returned.
"I have a headache," She sighed, putting the box away in its place and kicking the cabinet closed as she stood up, "But damn, it's worth it." I rose too, grinning happily.
"You sang great!" I smiled, "What did you think of my guitar solo?"
"Hardcore!" Zoe grinned, and I grinned back. I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was grinning and noticed two people missing.

"Say... where've Grace and Holly gone?"
Zoe looked blankly at Charlotte, who was sat in the corner with the latest Kerrang magazine and her drum sticks knotted into her hair somehow. Charlotte looked up at our clue faces and propped her magazine on her knee.
"Well, Grace is in the bathroom fixing her hair or something," She said, "And Holly... I've no idea where Holly's gone. Probably to screw the fans or something."
I nodded - that was pretty normal for Holly. She found it difficult to resist the crowds of emo lads that formed after every gig - lets face it, who couldn't?

I grabbed Jimmy from the medicine cabinet and started to play a little bit. The others were used to this and merely went back to their various hobbies - Charlotte continued reading her magazine and Zoe took a seat next to her, rubbing her head tiredly.
Then there was a knock at the door.

CHAPTER TWO..//

Everybody exchanged looks. It wasn't often we got visitors - in fact we never had in all of our ten minor gigs on our small local venues tour. Well, somebody had to answer it. Even though I didn't want to get mobbed by a ton of teeny girls, or guys from my old school who wanted to kill me.
I stood up with my head high in the air and strutted off towards the direction of the knocking,hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening behind me. I reached the door knob and burst out laughing as Charlotte began humming a funeral-type tune. I doubled over and wrenched open the door, laughing hysterically for no reason.

I froze. A pair of pinstripe converses were stood in the doorway, belonging to a person in very tight black jeans. The shoes had red ribbons for laces, and tiny bats painted onto them. They were breath-taking. I carefully moved my eyes up, taking in the studded belt with the chains,the white-splattered black shirt similar to my own, the leather jacket. And then I reached the face. And screamed.

No, literally screamed. Because I had come face to face with my idol, my inspiration, my biggest influence over the years. Gerard Way was standing right in front of me.
"Gee...Gera...oh my god..." I said leaning on the doorway for support as Gerard looked at me with a slightly concerned look in his bright green eyes.
"Erm, hey, everyone," He said brightly, and I turned around to see the entire band had reappeared in the dressing room in various states of shock. Holly seemed to of climbed in through the window and looked a total mess, with lipstick smudged all over her face. Gerard appeared to be slightly worried about this too, so he just turned back to me. Everyone stood in silence for several moments, the awkward shuffling of my feet providing the only noise before I sparked up some courage.

"So, Mr. Way... were you watching us tonight?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on his awesome converses.
"Yeah!" He said happily, obviously pleased to have something to talk about, though I couldn't help thinking he had another reason to be here, "You all played really well!"
"Thank you," everybody chimed happily. I smiled proudly to myself but jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Gerard's face next to mine.
"Can I speak to you a sec please, Alison?" He asked quietly. I nodded solemnly but inside I was a bundle of nerves as he lead me out of the door. He closed it behind us and there we were in the deserted corridor, in total silence.

"Gerard, can I just say, you are like THE biggest inspiration in my life, your band is amazing, and your voice, and your lyrics, I just brought the new album, it's amazing, Drowning Lessons is really..."
Gerard waved his hand slightly to signify he wanted to speak. I shut up straight away and felt a pale blush forming on my cheeks. He smiled and cleared his throat.
"Well, uh, when I said your band played well tonight - I lied. Truth be told, you played amazingly well."
I gasped and clapped my hands, "Thank you!"
He nodded in agreement, "And, well, our support band for our first US tour ducked out, and, well we need a great band, and coming here tonight has made me decide..."

He didn't need to finish his sentence before I flung my arms around his neck, squeezing him as tight as I could manage after two hours of hardcore rocking out.

CHAPTER THREE..//

"JOHN!" I screamed, running through the aisles of instruments, "JOHHNNNN!"
It was midday - I was tired and stressed. We were due to meet Gerard and the rest of My Chemical Romance at the airport at 2pm, and it would take a few hours to get there. And here I was, trying to find our manager.

I cast a meaningful look at the white Les Paul in the corner. It was the object of my lust - the most beautiful guitar I'd ever seen; when I didn't look at the ugly £699 price tag next to it. It was John's personal favourite too - he had a name for it, and treated it like the kid he never had. He treats me like that too, then again. Which is why I'm constantly trying to pry the guitar away from the store. I've never succeeded, though.

I wandered into the storeroom and found Yazz in there, tottering under the weight of a few amps and technical stuff. She looked up as I came in and made a noise that sounded like a strangled duck. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Sometimes, I regret ever offering to be a roadie for you lot," She grinned, a false look of self-pity on her face, "But I get to hang out with my second favourite band and actually meet my very favourite, so however could I complain?"
I laughed and patted her on the shoulder, causing her to wobble slightly. I picked up my distortion pedal from the corner when I remembered what I was doing.

"By the by, Yazz, you seen John anywhere?" I shouted after her as she made her way to the back door.
"Yeah," She called back, "He's out here loading up the equipment."
I grinned and followed after her with pace, easily out running her and slowing down as I saw the back of John's brown afro crouched beside the back of the van. I snuck up behind him and carefully placed my hands over his eyes.

He roared comically and turned to bite my arm. He succeeded and I jumped back with an equally silly look of shock and collapsed on the floor, screaming "I'm dying!". Zoe's head appeared at the side of the van and she bounded out to join me, pulling me up off the concrete. Suddenly my mind clicked and I raced back into the store, John yelling after me, "No! Wait, I haven't finished devouring you yet!"

I returned a few minutes with the guitar in hand. John's eyes widened as I approached.
"Nu uh. No damn way, Allie. There is no way you're taking my Pansy off to America." He rambled, flailing his hands around in protest. I winked at him and climbed into the van putting it into a spare case and piling it under the other guitars to stop it being broken. When I came back out of the van John was giving me evils - but he didn't physically stop me, so he probably wanted to see Pansy on stage after all.

I climbed into the van with Zoe, to be joined shortly after by Yazz. The sun was pounding down on the roof and it was boiling hot, but I didn't care as I watched Charlotte shove My Chemical Romance's CD into the stereo. Hearing the first notes of Romance play, I leaned back against my seat, smiling at the tour poster someone had pinned to the roof.

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
The 'Ghosts In The Pit' tour
19.7.02-10.9.02
With support from
A BELOVED TRAGEDY
This holiday, get out the bandages.

I grinned to myself. I had Pansy, we had finally met one of our heroes, and we had a tour. This was the best day ever.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

wooo,, I get to be your roadie again =DD
eehee!
So Long And Goodnight...
Yazzay xoxox <33
PS: Is too hyped to sleep. And teh fanfic rawks \m/

[mcrXsavedXme]

Ee !!! coolage =]. And I'm seriously sorreh about yoo haffing to write it up again =[

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CHAPTER FOUR..//

"I'M TRYING, I'M TRYING, TO LET YOU KNOW, HOW MUCH YOU MEAN!"
"Cut it out!" John yelled from the steering wheel, his finger on the stop button. He put his hand back on the wheel when Zoe through a plectrum which hit him square behind the ear.
"At least it wasn't a skateboard this time," I grinned to her, remembering the time she chased a group of three boys with Joe's skateboard at the park one evening. Drunk? Surprisingly not.

We carried on singing along. And finally, as the last words of Demolition Lovers rang throughout the van, we stopped. Everyone hung out of the windows in awe as giant airplanes flew low overhead, the roar of the jet engines drowning out our excited yells and laughter. John maneuvered the van (badly) into a parking space and we all bounded out, eager to meet our tour buddies. Leaving John to get all the equipment out of the van with a couple of baggage handlers, we ran off through the huge revolving doors into the airport lobby.

The airport map was all but easy to understand. Unfortunately, we weren't quite sure which terminal we were supposed to be meeting the band at - in fact, we didn't know at all.
"What now then?" Yazz asked, starting to hyperventilate. I rubbed my feet on the shiny tile floor and shuffled around, gazing hopelessly at all the signs decorating the walls.
"Maybe we should..." Holly started, but trailed off as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped at turned around.

Gerard Way and his brother Mikey were stood behind me, and moping around in the corridor were the other members of the band, all waving in our direction happily, with the exception of one member who kept his back to us, a faint line of smoke rising upwards from the cigarette in his mouth. Everyone flocked round to shake hands with Gerard and Mikey before we all dispersed out into the corridor and heading off for the plane.

"So, how'd you know where we were?" I asked Gerard casually as we strolled past all the families, who all gave our uniforms of black fearful and prejudice looks. Gerard chuckled a bit.
"Your manager John got us first, carrying almost all of your luggage," I laughed at the thought of John in that situation. Gerard continued, "He told us that you lot had left before he could tell you where we were, so he told us you were probably standing around in the lobby. And suprise suprise, you were!"
I grinned even more when John reappeared, hot and bothered after having to force the baggage handlers to take all the equipment away.

"What's that!?" Zoe yelled, peering with curiosity down the tunnel to the plane. I laughed mockingly, telling her sarcastically that it was the way to hell. Whether she grinned because it was a joke, or because she actually liked the idea of a tunnel to hell, I'm not sure, but she followed us anyway, me walking beside her. I glanced to my other side and noticed that the silent smoking member of My Chemical Romance had joined us. I recognised him as Frank Iero. I watched him for a little while for interests sake, and he shot me an evil look.

"Now, now, lets not get ratty Frankie..." Gerard called out, walking back towards us and giving Frank a slight push forwards, indicating for him to keep going. Frank shot him an irritated stare and stomped out his fag, walking ahead of the others and getting into the plane. Gerard looked at me and Zoe apologetically; Yazz had managed to discreetly migrate to join us in Gerard's presence.
"I'm sorry 'bout that," He said, "Frank is a little... distracted recently. Withdrawn, upset, whatever. I don't really know why, but it should wear off once we get back on stage."

I watched the retreating back of Frank as we joined him on the airplane, accepting the complimentary towels the fake stewardess offered us. There were a few passengers on the plane; a couple raised their eyebrows and whispered to their friends and family but a small minority recognised My Chemical Romance, waving and grinning fanatically. We smiled too - they didn't know us, but I didn't care. As he waved to them all, Gerard bent down slightly to come level with my face. He wasn't that much taller than me.

"Who are you going to sit with?" He whispered. "Zoe," I replied, "Why?"
He blushed slightly - it was the first time I had seen Gerard blush in my few weeks of knowing him.
"Because, I was hoping you weren't going to sit with her," He waved a finger discreetly at Yazz, who was in front of us trying to find a seat, "Because, erm, I kinda want too. She seems cool. Is she cool?"
I grinned. Dumb question.
"The coolest of cool."

Gerard grinned and mouthed 'thank you' as he rushed over to Yazz and rushed over to sit in the seat next to the one she had just settled down in. I giggled to myself at the look of total ecstasy on her face as Gerard casually started talking to her. She looked up with the biggest grin I had ever seen and winked at me. I laughed harder.

I had a feeling that this was going to be the best few weeks of my life.

CHAPTER FIVE..//

'Please put you seatbelts on. The plane is now descending' came the stewards voice over the PA. I smirked at Zoe and clicked on my seatbelt, pulling the earphones out and putting my MP3 player back in my duct tape bag. The flight had certainly been an eventful one - being stuck on an airplane with all your friends and your favourite band can only mean 12 hours of hardcore fun. Everyone else put on their seatbelt with exception of two people - Yazz, who appeared determined not to let the flight end, and Frank, who sat with a book glaring at everyone. It was really strange - I don't know why, but I was full of curiosity about what it was that was making him so withdrawn and angry.

Zoe grinned across at me, "Seems Yazz and Gerard are really hitting it off!"
I nodded in agreement, watching Gerard tickle her into putting her seatbelt on while she laughed and giggled hysterically, "I hope she don't get too carried away. I mean, I know Tom's fucked off or whatever but still..."
"I kinda regret calling him a wanker now. Especially after they got back together-" Zoe sighed. I interrupted, "I'm not."
"You didn't even call him that!" She gasped in mock horror. "I wish I had," I replied.

We got off of the plane, slowly filing through the aisles, the notebooks and CDs being thrust out of the rows by the occasional fan causing Gerard and the others to stop and sign them. Eventually we reached the doors, where a slutty stewardess was stood with her makeup slightly smudged and her blonde perm a mess. I wonder what she had been up to in the cabin.

This time we didn't have the tunnel - we had to take the stairs. It wasn't as glamorous as it looks on TV - its was 2am in New Jersey, our first stop and My Chemical Romance's home town, and the air was ripe with a frosty wind and faint rain. He stumbled down the metal steps onto the runway, the giant plane looming over us as the other passengers fought each other to get down - we'd been given first priority. Yazz looked slightly miffed that the journey was over but smiled anyways as we headed off out of the airport.

Gerard gave us a quick overview of where our beds were as we climbed onto the tour bus ten minutes later - we'd had a slight issue at customs when the security officers found a knife made of sponge in one of Holly's bags. "It was only a joke!!" She'd screamed as she was dragged away and put behind a mental screen to be searched, informing the officers that if they had to insist on feeling her up she could give them her number. The van had been left back in England and John would be arriving a few hours later - he'd been forced to take a later flight because of all of MCR's equipment taking up the space in the cargo hold. Me and Charlotte were sharing a set of bunks next to Zoe and Grace at the end of the bus with the others - the other band slept towards the middle of the bus on the the top floor.

On the bottom floor was the sort of living space - complete with a TV, stereo system, game consoles and electrical sockets so we could jam or use our laptops. Gerard had already set up his laptop her and was kneeling on the floor with his web cam, clearly talking to his family. We were going to be staying in the airport on the bus for the night before setting off to our first gig.
"I miss you mom," I heard Gerard say, as I made my way outside with Grace to get some drinks from the airport, "I'll see you soon. Everyone okay?"
I couldn't help but whisper 'awwww' as we stepped out of the door.

I could hear Gerard's voice fading as we walked away.
"And I met this girl, Yazz..."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

MEGAMEGAMEGAMEGA EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!
OhMyGawd,, Allies Fanfic = Teh Shmexx!!
Gerard thinks I'm cool!! Gerard thinks I'm cool!!! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Ahem. *cough*. I will stop tormenting yoo now =).
So Logn And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxoxoxoxox <33

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

OOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I haff no bed =( *crawls onto floor under Allie's bunk*
WEEOOOOO! GERARD LIKES MEH!!
*is preparing for teh mighty death scene* eehee
MOOORREE!
So Logn And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxox <33

[mcrXsavedXme]

Awwwwwwww,, so sweet =]]!! And my mom had a similar experience like that at an airport... Ehh... yeah ^_^ Let's NOT get into that =D.

So long and goodnight xx

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CHAPTER SIX..//

"Mom, don't worry, Mikey's fine..."
Gerard was still talking to his mother via the internet when we returned to the bus ten minutes later, me and Grace both clutching cans of fizzy drink. I hung around for a little, listening to the conversation between mother and son, feeling really... fuzzy. Like, I thought it was cute, or whatever.
"Yeah, he has his inhaler. No, I haven't had anything to drink. I won't. I'm okay mom. I promise. Who, where?" Gerard turned around and spotted me next to the mini-fridge. He smiled and waved at me and I glanced at the screen, watching the image of his mother smiling in my direction. "Hello there!" She grinned, her voice floating out of the speakers. I waved and smiled, then quickly left towards the back of the bus, where Yazz was setting up a makeshift bed in the gap between my bunk and the floor.

"Yazz..." I started to say, but she cut me off.
"I can't believe I don't have a bed!" She whined, fluffing up a pillow and shoving it under the gap. There was actually a lot of room under there, but I still didn't like the idea of her sleeping on the floor. She carried on rambling to herself in a mutter, and I caught words such as "stupid", "unfair", "theres no way I'm sleeping in the van when John gets here"...
I waited for her to finish and then crawled into bed. It was total silence on the bus and everyone except for me was already asleep; except for Gerard, who I could still faintly here in the living space.

A few hours later, I woke up. It was still pitch black outside - I could see the dark moonlit sky through the tiny windows on the walls of the room. I climbed out of the bunk, carefully avoiding standing on the sleeping figure of Yazz, who was sprawled out on the floor - obviously the bed under mine hadn't provided enough space after all. I wandered into the living space and froze, stepping back into the shadows.

The television was on, the screen casting an eerie glow across the room. Frank Iero was sat back on the sofa, cigarette pressed between two fingers, staring up blankly at the ceiling. The sound was on mute and he wasn't asleep - just lying there, silently. Suddenly he sat up and I jumped, darting backwards out of sight. He must of heard something, because he suddenly whispered "Who's there?". He sounded fearful, scared, so I stepped out of the shadows in the direction of the mini-fridge, pretending I hadn't noticed him. He watched me get a glass of water and walk away, and then started whispering again. I froze and turned to look at him, his eyes gleaming hazel in the dim light coming from the screen.

"Uh, come here a sec," he said, beckoning me towards him. I went and sat down on the sofa next to him and he put his head back up, facing the roof again. I watched him with a sense of admiration - I don't know why.
He seemed to be working up to something, "Well, uh, I don't know you, but I just thought I'd say, uh, I'm..."
He stopped. I shuffled my feet a little, feeling totally awkward. I heard him take a deep breath before continuing.
"Yeah, what I mean to say is, I'm... I'm sorry for, like, not talking to you or whatever. I've just been feeling... down, recently. It's a long story."

I smiled down at the floor and then looked back up at him again.
"It's okay," I whispered, "I have time."
Frank sighed. "Nah, don't worry sugar. It's... it's nothing. I'm okay."
"Promise?"
"Yeah." I thought I saw a slight smile forming on his lips, "I promise."
We sat in silence for a few moments.
"Say, uh... do you think you could stay down here with me? I don't feel like sleeping right now."
I smiled to myself, "But you'd like some company."
"Yeah. That alright?"

I thought to myself. It didn't take very long.
"Sure thing."

CHAPTER SEVEN..//

The sun came up slowly, and within a few hours that felt like a lifetime me and Frank were doused in light. Ray was the first up and went about preparing breakfast for everyone, followed by Gerard - he wandered straight over to his laptop and booted it up, tapping away within seconds of waking up. By now, Frank had moved off the sofa and was standing next to the door, arms folded, head down, staring thoughtfully at the floor.

Zoe arrived next, slumping down onto the sofa next to Grace and Holly, who came in shortly later. Then came Charlotte, how went over to Ray and admired the pancakes he was making. And lastly came Yazz, who looked an absolute wreck. Her neck appeared bent to one side and she had major bags under her eyes, her hair resembling something of a tattered mop. Gerard looked at her with concern and rushed over, helping her into a seat and propping her head up on pillows. Through the winces and grimaces of pain I could see the happiness in Yazz's eyes. Gerard rushed off and came back with a glass of orange juice and two fresh pancakes.

"Here," He said quietly, passing her the plate. Yazz took up the fork and tried to eat a bit but ended up dropping it from her mouth because of the angle her head was at. They both laughed.
"No worries," Gerard smiled, and began shoveling the pancake into Yazz's mouth. I couldn't help but laugh and turned away to the kitchen area, taking a plate of pancakes from Ray and sitting next to Bob. He was a very quiet, sensitive character, and just nodded at me as we all watched Family Guy on the TV. Not as quiet as Frank though - he still hadn't moved, but I could feel him watching me.

Today was the day of our first gig - we were going to play New Jersey, of course, to open up the tour. At 12pm midday the lads were going to give us a brief tour of the area and at 5pm we were going to head to the Bancroft Ballroom - where they played their very first show. Needless to say, I was damn looking forward to it - I mean, who wouldn't? I was waiting and waiting until we were able to go prove our weight in gold - and, somehow, for some reason, I wanted to impress Frank.

xXxXx

Midday had come and gone, and there we were, sat in the back seat of Gerard's car as we were driven around all the local landmarks that My Chemical Romance loved and loathed. In the passengers seat was Mikey, squashed up next to Ray. In the back was me, Zoe, Holly, Grace and Charlotte. John, who had arrived at 10am a complete wreck, was back in the bus looking after Yazz, who had been forced to miss out on the personal tour due to her neck condition. But Gerard had promised her her own private tour with him a few days later, which she found very helpful to her recovery...

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Can't finish tonight, Mom's being &*%£$#....more tommorow of whateverr. Enjoy that for now chaps

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Awww,, Frankeh Luuuuurves Alleh!!!
=( I told yoo I didn't haff a bed!!!
Aww,, Gerards Mom cares about him. Awww.
So Logn And Goodnight...
Yazzay xoxoxoxox <33

[mcrXsavedXme]

Eehee !!! So much luff !!! Yazz && Gerawrd,, Allie && Frankie,, Gerawrd && His mom. Awwww. *hugs Yazz* Heh heh teh bedless one XD.

So long and goodnight xx

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Wow. Gerard feeds meh! =DD and he gives me a tour of new jersey!! weeee!!
*is eagerly awaiting next part*
So Logn And Goodnight...
Yazzay xoxoxoxox <33

[mcrXsavedXme]

Yaaaaaaay !!!! One of meh favourite shows gets mentioned ;D Whee !! Allie,, don't worreh yoo're getting more done than me... I haff commitment issues with my fanfic XD.

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CHAPTER EIGHT..//

"Okay, and this is where Me and Frank have lived for a few months while we recorded," Mikey said, pointing out of the window at a tiny terraced house. Gerard parked the car on the sidewalk and we all got out.
"Nobodies going to be living here for a while, so that's why it's boarded up," He explained, as Mikey cast a quick glance around the street before wrenching off the boards of the door. He was stronger than he looked.

Inside, the house looked a little less appealing than the sunny exterior. The walls in the living room were painted in different shades of grey, with black furniture and a smashed TV in the corner. A rather tattered amp was sat in the corner with a string-less bass guitar next to it; Mikey promptly went over and kicked it, making everyone laugh. The kitchen was poorly tiled, with a dripping tap that Mikey hastily turned off. On top of a cupboard was a broken toaster that was making a strange buzzing sound, even though it wasn't even plugged in at the mains. Upon hearing this noise Gerard shot his brother a look, to which he simply smiled sheepishly.

"And this is the bathroom," Mikey announced, pulling open a door upstairs. The first thing I noticed was what looked like a heater sat in the bath tub.
"What the..." Holly said, and Gerard rolled his eyes at Mikey again (he'd been doing that a lot since arriving).
Mikey blushed, "Heh, funny story about this one..."
Gerard interrupted, "Frank had to promise he would watch him because Mikey likes to do this thing where he'll take a heater into the shower and plug it in..."
Mikey coughed, "I only did that once!"
"Yeah but there was water everywhere."
"I was warm though."
"And what about the times with the radio?"
"I can't help it if I wanted to listen to music..."
"Yeah, but putting it in the sink?"
"Oh shut up, Gerard."
"No, you shut up."
"Make me."
"Four eyes."
"Greaseball."
"Stick."
"Square teeth."
"Thin hair."
"Fatty."
"Loser."
"Goth."
"Emo."
"Freak."

Me and Zoe looked at eachother. At this point everybody had started laughing except for Mikey and Gerard, who were now giving eachother the evil eye and shoving eachother. Leaving the brothers alone we filed out of the bathroom and made our way back downstairs to the car. I was on my way down too when I spotted a black door with a small cracked plaque on it reading the name "Frankie." Allowing the others to go ahead of me, I doubled backwards and edged into the room.

Frankie's room was far more well-decorated than the rest of the house. The walls had been painted a mixture of black and pink, with a dark blue carpet and a large window which had thick black curtains drawn across it. There was a small bed in the corner with a superman quilt that had been messed up, and cigarette packets littering the floor. Lying on the bedside table was a smashed photo frame. I edged closer to it, curiosity filling me as I wondered whether this was the real reason Frank was so upset.

I approached the photograph and cautiously picked it up, sitting down on the bed with it. It looked like it had been taken in a car - Frank was sat in what looked like the back seat with a sheepish grin and his guitar leaning against his knee. I could faintly see the outlines of two people in the front two seats that I assumed where his parents. And on the rain-coated windows I could see two bright yellow lights and one red one...

"HEY!"
I jumped a foot in the air and dropped the photograph, spinning round to see Frank stood in the doorway.
"Frank! What are you doing here?" I asked absent-mindedly, getting up and walking over to the window, pulling open the curtains. Frank rushed over and dragged them shut again.
"I don't like the light in this room," He whispered, averting his eyes to the floor, "And I think the question is, what are you doing here? I told Mikey not to let anyone in my room, nobody ever has been in here..."

"They never said. They were fighting, and I was having a look around, and I just came in here..." I was carefully trying to push the photograph under a red cushion lying on the bed, but he saw and froze. "Oh no." He whispered, slowly walking over and sitting on the bed, lying backwards across it.
"Erm, Frank... I mean, if you want me to leave..." I started, edging towards the open door. I had a feeling the others had already left, because the house was totally silent. Frank began muttering to himself.
"No, you... you can stay... sit down with me."

I slowly walked back and sat myself down on the very edge of the bed, avoiding his eyes. They were closed anyway, and I could of sworn I saw tiny drops of tears clinging to his long black eyelashes. He took a deep breath, "I guess I might as well tell you. Seeing as you saw my photograph."
I stayed silent. He said nothing for a few moments. And then he began to explain.

"Last year..."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

mega awwwage!! Wish my neck wasn't flecked up now =(
MORE!! I WANNA KNOW FRANKEHS SECRET!!!
Eehee.
So Logn And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxoxox <33

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CHAPTER NINE..//
Frank Iero's POV

"It's cold tonight." I whispered, pulling my jacket closer around my shivering frame. Me and Chloe were stood beside my father's car, waiting for my parents to come out of the house. It was Tuesday 5^th September, 2001, and me and my girlfriend were being driven to a family reunion my aunt and uncle were throwing. I had my guitar in hand, ready to occupy myself, and of course Chloe, whom I had insisted came along on the trip.

The front door slammed, sending a shiver down my spine. It was 7pm - the sky was dark already and there was rain pattering down on the car roof as my parents unlocked it, allowing me and Chloe to sit in the back seat and seek shelter from the cold. I put my seatbelt on but Chloe didn't, instead taking out her digital camera.
"Strike a pose!" She grinned, her blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders as she smiled a pearly-white grin for me. I balanced my guitar between my legs carefully as we had already reached the motorway.

I smiled at the lens and Chloe grinned. "You look so cute!" She smiled, and pressed the button. The whole car filled with light. Suddenly the car swerved. "What was that!!" My dad screamed, his hands flailing at the wheel as he tried in vain to regain control of the car. The car was spinning around in circles, horns blaring as cars skidding out of our path. I looked out of the window, my head already spinning, and saw two pinpricks of yellow heading straight towards us.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I screamed, grabbing my guitar. Everyone was screaming and crying, and I was too, "EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!"
I didn't care if I was swearing in my parents presence - our lives were at risk. I tried to wrench open the car door but it slammed shut from the force of the wind almost straight away. Desperately, I lent across Chloe and smashed the window of the car door with my guitar. I felt the strings snap underneath my hand, but I didn't care. Tossing it to the ground, I struggled to get myself out - but it was too late.

The whole car suddenly shook wildly, and looking out of the other window I saw that the other vehicle had smashed into us, right into the side of the car I had been sat in. The force threw me straight out of the car window, through the remaining shards of glass, and left me lying on a grassy lawn on the roadside. I got up, my arms covered in blood, and tried to run back to the smashed car, desperate to save my family and girlfriend. I wrenched open the passengers door and grabbed Chloe, who was unconscious. I took her camera, which was lying smoking on the seat next to her body. I began to drag her away... and then it exploded.

The whole car went up in flames. I coughed and spluttered and dived away to the grass, where police, fire engines and ambulances had begun descending on the scene. A policeman rushed over and wrapped me in a blanket, and I felt all consciousness leave me as the car blazed in front of my closed eyelids, its beckoning orange glow lingering in my mind as my grip closed on the camera...

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

awwww!! Poor frankeh =((
I really wanna hug him now.
So LOgn And Goodnight...
Yazzay xoxoxox <33

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Oh my golly golly gosh!
This is a HOT THREAD!
*strokes the little flamey icon thing*
Haha, ready for a day on the town Yazz?
xx

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I had written half of this update, the final chapter in Part One, when me compooter decided to crash from Google Earth poisoning =[[ And I'm still pissed off about it - you know when you put loads of effort into something, and then lose it, and you just cannot be bothered to do it again? That's how I feel right now... but Yazz is rioting, and knows where I live...

CHAPTER TEN..// Part One of Two

It was around 5pm when me and Frank returned to the tour bus, him lightening up another cigarette. We had left the house a few hours ago and had boarded it back up again before going for a walk around town. When we walked onto the bus, the first thing we noticed was that everyone - both bands - were assembled in the living space for what appeared to be dinner. It smelt like pizza and, sure enough, Gerard and Yazz were sat in the corner of the room. Yazz's head was still propped up on her pillow and Gerard was making her laugh as usual with tales of life before the band.

"Where have you been?" Charlotte said, and everyone turned round to face us both. I went slightly pink and looked at Frank, who quickly made up an excuse, "I went back to the house to see how you were all getting on, and found her on her way back, so I walked with her."
"And it took over 3 hours?" Said Zoe sceptically. I looked away quickly.
"We hung out for a while," Frank said calmly, a look of total sincerity on his face. A few people (mostly all the members of my band) giggled and whistled in awe. I smirked at them sarcastically and sat down next to Ray and Bob on the sofa, who were both playing on the PlayStation hooked up to the TV.

"What you playing?" I asked Ray, who took a few moments to answer. His guitarists fingers were moving smoothly and gracefully across the controller, his hand-eye coordination spot on.
"Grand Theft Auto," He said quickly, moving suddenly to the side as Bob twisted the opposite direction, "No, run you stupid fucker!"
"Ha, in your 'fro!" Bob yelled a little too loudly, pointing at Ray with one hand. When he had both hands on the controller I noticed he fumbled slightly. Just goes to show what music can do to your gaming skills.

"Gawd. I'm tired. I'm going to bed... with Allie..." Holly said, grabbing me by the arm. A few people smiled but everyone had other things on their minds - the upcoming gig of the night, in particular. However, I had something else on my mind - a certain Frank Anthony Iero. I followed Holly into the bunk room and got changed - the cons of living on a tour bus is that you have to get changed in front of everyone. Luckily the guys were upstairs, which was a relief. I put on my traditional black and white striped pyjamas, gave my teeth a quick brush and got into bed, not getting raped at all by Holly. It's only a joke - like the stalking of our old music teacher, and such.

I was woken up an hour or so later by warm hands. I opened my eyes and came face to face with Zoe, who was wearing a pair of smoking oven gloves and an apron. I leapt out of the sheets, rubbing my hot shoulder, shouting my heads off.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled, thrashing around as I tried to find some ice. Zoe looked awfully sheepish.
"Erm, well Ray asked me to make him some apple pie, apparently the whole band likes some apple pie before a gig - but I burnt it, and thought I should come get you, as you burn a lot of stuff and know how to sort it out..."
I rolled my eyes and burst out laughing at the pure irony of it. Zoe was a grade-A cooking student, and here she was asking me, who ended up getting kicked out of the class after managing to burn a can of syrup. And let me tell you - pressurized cans of maple syrup on fire is not good. I spent hours wrenching it off the ceiling with a broom during my detention that week.

I pulled on my stage clothes - black drainpipes, checkered van slip-ons, Aiden shirt, military jacket and black and white striped tie - and followed Zoe into the kitchen area, where a metal tray containing a very charred pie was sat smoking on the surface. Mikey was kneeling in front of it sobbing comically, screaming for his 'lost pie'. The other members of My Chemical Romance were sat dotted around the room, without the television on, chatting to eachother. Holly and Charlotte were dashing around the bus as carefully as they could, warming up. And Yazz was sat in her usual armchair, cuddling a pillow without her usual smile.

The crowd were roaring as we filed down the narrow corridors of the Bancroft Ballroom, tech men and MCR themselves patting us on the back and wishing us luck. At the end of the corridor, John passed me Pansy. I gasped and took her lightly, strapping her up and putting her carefully on my shoulders. John winked at me.
"Be careful with her," He grinned, "I would hate to see my band screw this one up."

I gave him a happy nod and, stroking the fretboard with my black nails, stood up on the stairs to the stage. Gerard, Mikey, Frank and Ray were with us, patting us on the back. Frank gazed dreamily at the guitar in my hand. I smiled at him and then the tech guys gave us the thumbs up. We ascended the stairs to the stage - I was second in line, right behind Zoe. The crowd were already screaming as our banner fell from the roof, the words BELOVED TRAGEDY shining from the wet paint. I plugged in my guitar, gave it a quick tune up, and got ready to play.

My fingers moved quickly across Pansy's fretboard, ready for the first chord...

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CHAPTER TEN..// Part Two of Two

Backstage at last. Our set was finished, and we had twenty minutes before we were to be ushered forwards to wish My Chemical Romance luck before they went before the amazing audience in the venue. We had been playing for 45 minutes - the best 45 minutes we as a band had ever played. The crowd had been fantastic in their wait for the main performers - they cheered at the appropriate times, moshed when Zoe screamed at them to do so, and whooped and screamed during every guitar solo.

I carefully shoved a towel on my face and wandered in circles around the dressing room, faintly able to make out the outlines of my friends through the white and black blurs.
But it was a white towel, all white...
I took of the towel and turned it over. Written in black eyeliner was a message.

[glow=white,2,300]Will you be my girlfriend?
Frank xoxox[/glow]

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALLIES FANFIC IS TEH SHMEXX!! Heh,, yoo and Frank are getting it on!! *wink and thumbs up*
Is teh neckness of meh still dead?
Yazz xoxoxox <33