Post by ricegrains&rosesxo. on Aug 21, 2006 11:58:10 GMT
So yeah... this is my latest dream from last night/this morning. Be prepared. Be very prepared... but it's shorter than the other one, so it'll all be in the same thread. It's mainly in my POV, sometime's Gerards. 21/8/06
Characters: Me (age 16), Allie (age 17), Zoe (age 17), Loz (age 17), Carl (age 17), My Chemical Romance, A radio host, Allie's mom, a load of runners and a scary chinease man.
One morning, I woke up and found out that later that day the council were holding a run from outside my house to birmingham and back. As it was outside my house, and I had a chance of meeting Loz, I entered. There were loadds of contestants.
[This is where the dream goes into fast forward and the next thing you know, we're running back into sandford park.]
I was in the lead, the rest of the pack for behind me. We were nearing the play park, when I saw one scary, overweight chinease man gaining on me. I ran faster. He ran faster. All the rest of the pack had been injured by him running into them. I ran and ran. He was right behind me. He was next to me. We were entering my close, and I pulled out a final burst of speed... and crossed the finnish line on my drive just before he did. And I won.
Now, while I was running, Allie, Zoe, Loz and Carl were watching on their tv's.
I walked into my house and collapsed on the couch. I tried to put Kerrang! on but the tv was dead, so I was stuck listening to the radio station LBC 97.3 which my dad loves so much. He was out and I didn't know how to change it to Kerrang!. So there I was, sitting, bored out of my skull, when something more than interesting crackled through the speakers. It went something like this:
Radio host: Well, now we are joined in the studio by a man who's been through so much in his life. Lets let him introduce himself.
New voice: Hey, I'm Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance!
I spluttered. And listened. Carefully.
Radio host: Hi Gerard, now what's your age, occupation and where you're from.
Gerard: I'm 29, I'm lead vocals and frontman for my band My Chemical Romance and I'm from New Jersey!
Radio Host: So explain a bit about your band.
Gerard: It's liek a therapy for us. It was when we started and it still is. And we really are a band to save your life.
Radio Host: How's that?
Gerard: It saved my life twice, once when I was depressed in the first makings of the band and another time when I was an alcoholic and depressed and suicidal.
Radio Host: Yeah? And how'd it do that?
Gerard: It gave me a purpose. Like, I wanted to be okay, and we all wanted kids out there to know that it's okay to be messed up, 'cuz theres five guys just as messed up as you, and we've overcome that in order to do what we do. Like my brother Mikey once said, we wanted to make music that impacted peoples lives.
Radio Host: Wow! Well, sorry Gerard, our time is up. Is there anything you wanna say to your fans before you go?
Gerard: Actually, yeah. If a certain Yazz, who also goes by names liek Yazzay, Foo Foo, Gerard, and The Holy Moose is lsitening, we're coming to getcha sooner than you think! And thanks for having me here today, Nick, Yatta yatta yatta.
I squealed. I ran upstairs, jumped in the shower, made myself perfect for My Chemical Romance's arrival... even though I didn't know when they would be coming. Heck, I didn't know they would be coming at all.
After straightening my hair and applying makeup, the doorbell rang. I checked my appearance in the mirror - skinny mcr tee, drainpipes, converses, all looked good. I went down to answer the door.
And there he was, standing in the gap. Gerard Way was beaming down at me. I felt the air catch in my throat.
"G.. G... Gerard..." I stuttered, feeling like I was about to faint.
He grinned. "Yazz, I take it?" He asked.
I nodded. "How d'you know who I am? Or where I live?"
"Jess told us when she met us at Reading Rock Fest. C'mon, you gotta pack. Remember your sketchpads, I wanna see what you've drawn again."
I motioned him to come in. He followed and shut the door. I ran upstaires to my room, grabbed my case, and started throwing all my things into it, stripping my MCR posters from my wall. Gerard sat down on my bed, eyeing the green sketchpad on the floor.
"Look if you want, their pretty crap though" I told him, shoving all my clean clothes into the case after my posters.
"Doubt it" he said, grinning. "And you can bring all your dirty cothes too, we've got a washing machine on the bus."
I grinned, and tipped all my favorite clothes into my case, including my ordinary clothing twin revolvers shirt. Then my cd's got trapped inside. Zipping the case up, I was nearly ready to go.
"Scuse, for one sec." I said, waving my hand, meaning for him to stand up. Gerard did. I kneeled down under my bed, and pulled out my prized guitar - Gerard. Then I went and got his amp, Frankie. I saw Gerard peeking at my guitar when he returned.
"You'll need your passport" Gerard told me. I nodded, and ran downstairs to fetch it, stealing the money from the safe as I went.
"Ready" I said, returning to my room.
"Cool" Gerard replied. "You know who else we're going to get?"
"Wha...?" I asked.
"Didn't anybody say? You're allowed to bring four friends along."
I beamed. "Do they have to live locally?" I asked.
"Nope" Gerard replied, grinning.
"Then I know who" I said, holding my bedroom door open for Gerard.
[This is the part where it fast forwards again. Next thing you know, We're standing outside Allie's house.]
I rang the doorbell. Allie's mom answered it.
"Yeah, Yasmin, what do you want?"
"I was wondering if Allie could come on holiday with me and my brother here." I said, sweetly an innocently.
Her mom nodded and showed us in. "Alison! You're friends are here to take you on holiday!"
Allie ran down the stairs. Her jaw dropped when she saw who was standing with me. I was beaming.
"C'mon Allie, get packing" I said, winking.
[This is where it fast forwards again. Me and Gerard are standing outside Loz's house in Redditch. Allie, Zoe, Carl and the rest of My Chemical Romance were hiding away on the tourbus.]
I knoced at the door. Finally... I would meet Loz.
And it opened. Standing there, hair black and lime green, glasses slightly skew-if, was Loz. And she squealed.
"Loz, calm down!" I told her, hugging her tight.
"Yazz, I can't believe it's you!" She wailed.
"It's not just me. It's Allie, Zoe, Carl and my "brother" and his friends too." I winked and pointed a finger at Gerard.
"Ohmygod... Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Loz gasped.
"Remember, he's my brother! As far as your mom will know, you're coming on holiday with us... and, er, you might not ever need to come back. Now get packing!"
Loz nodded and rushed inside. Instantly, she was back. I grinned at Gerard. He nodded back, the corners of his mouth forming a slight smile.
We clambered aboard the tourbus. Everybody was waiting for us. Me and Loz were grinning stupidly as I took her suitcase into the girls sleeping quarters.
[This is where it goes into fast-forward again. It's the next morning, the guys are already out of their quarters, and it's Gerard's POV.]
We were sitting in the living room on the bus. The girls weren't out of their bedroom yet. But I could hear voices. And apparently, so could everybody else.
"Hey, should we go see what their saying?" Frank asked evilly.
Everybody nodded. Me and Frank pressed our ears to the bottom of teh door, Mikey and Ray at the top of the door, and Bob and Carl stood behind us. This is what the girls were saying:
Zoe: Mikey is such a trim ting!
Yazz: Zoe, you ALWAYS say Mikey's a trim ting.
Zoe: But know we've actually MET him, it's like, crazily trim!
Loz: Ray for me thanks.
Allie: Aaaaah... someone else is in love with that voice and the 'fro!
Loz: Oh, shutup, you.
Allie: You guys have bad taste. Am I the ONLY one going ga-ga for Frankie?
Loz: Yes.
Allie: Weird.
Zoe: Hey Yazz, what about you? You haven't said much.
Yazz: Isn't it obvious?
Loz: Not really...
Yazz: He's perfect in every way... but he wouldn't like a girl like me...
Allie: Yazz, who are you talking about?
Yazz: Note the word "Way".
Zoe: AHA! SOMEONE ELSE LIKES MIKEY!
Yazz: Erm... different Way, Zoe.
Loz: Awwwww, my Moosey loves Gerard. And it's not her guitar, either.
Yazz: And as I said, he wouldn't like a girl like me.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why would Yazz say anything like that?
Allie: What makes you say that?
Yazz: Just look at me, Allie. Look at the boyfriends I've had in a the past. A grand total of two. And one was a wankerz and the other never even noticed my existence. And Gerard deserves better than me... I mean, this is ME we're talking about...
"I LOVE YOU BOB!"
I swirled around. Carl had chased Bob into a corner, and started kissing his neck. Bob looked totally freaked out. Ray went to go and remove Carl from Bob.
A door opened. I saw a black and orange head peer out from behind it. Yazz had went to see what was going on. Her eyes wandered from me, to Frank, to Mikey, to Carl, Ray and Bob. She looked just as freaked out as Bob did. I smiled, shyly and embarressed. She grinned and went back to her friends. They all emerged, dressed and laughing, hair flying around their faces.
[Goes into fast forward again here. We're all sitting on the floor in the living room, a bottle in the middle of the circle. The girls on one side, guys on the other. Currently, the guys are still in their room. Back to Yazz's POV.]
"Haha, this'll be like, the best game of Seven Minuets in Heaven ever." Zoe was whispering to Allie, as me and Loz hovered shyly at their side, waiting for the band and carl to emerge from their room. We were all dressed up in our best clothes we had with us - for me, that would by my twin revovlers shirt, drainpipes, custom MCR converses, and my Rockett hoodie.
A door creaked. I spun around, and saw them. Leaving their bedroom, clad in matching clothes, came My Chemical Romance, Gerard leading, his red tie flipping by his black shirt as he walked, drainpipes clinging to his legs. Mikey followed, his red scarf wrapped around his neck. Then Frankie, his bullet proof vest over a whtie shirt and red tie. Then came Ray, and then Bob. Carl was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Carl?" Zoe asked.
"Asleep" Ray replied. "I, er... kinda knocked him out when he was attacking Bob..."
I grinned. Typical bloody Carl, too sex-crazed for anything that moves to have a care in the world.
We all sat down around the bottle on the floor. Frank went to spin it. It landed on Mikey. I heard Zoe take a sharp intake of breath. The bottle was spinning again... slowing down... landing on... Gerard.
"Haha, this ought to be good!" Frank laughed. Gerard was grinning, and lead his brother away into a closet.
Seven minuets later, Frank went to retrieve the brothers fro mthe closet. We all followed. Frank had a camera in his hand. Bob picked the door... and it opened. A flash of light. Frank had taken a picture. A picture of Gerard, ontop of Mikey, holding his head and snogging him silly, while Mikey's hand was up his brothers shirt and it was so blatently obvious that the younger of the two brothers had a boner.
Frank kicked Mikeys leg. Gerard sat up, grinning. I felt my jaw was open, but turned it into laughter instead. That... I shouldn't of seen that... it wasn't gross or anything... on the contrary... I thought I liked it...
We sat on the floor again. Mikey's turn to spin the bottle. Landing on Allie, she grinned. And who she had to go in with? Frankie. Her dream come true.
Seven minuets later, Ray hauled them out of the closet, their makeup smudged down their faces, giggling at each other.
Allie spun the bottle this time. Everybody leaned in as it slowed down... except from me. I didn't want to know who it was. I was so desperately wishing it wouldn't be...
"Yazz, it's you!" Allie laughed.
I felt my face turn bright red. I was so embarressed. I was doomed.
I heard laughing and footsteps. Gerard was kneeling by my side, smiling, holding out his hand. I took it, smiling shyly. I heard Allie, Loz and Zoe go "oooooo!!" in a silly, childish way. I was even more embarressed. Looked like Gerard was too. Why, I didn't know.
A click, and the closet door was locked. My eyes didn't need time to adjust to the darkness in the closet - I was great at seeing in the dark.
"So..." I said quietly, not expecting Gerard to hear.
"What do you wanna do?" He asked me.
I choked. He really shouldn't be asking me that. I felt him move closer and pat me on the back.
"Just wanna chat?" He asked.
"Um... yeah, just chat" I replied, maybe a little too quietly.
"Okay" he laughed. "So, how've you been enjoying staying with us on tour?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but a loud crash made me jump out of my skin.
"What was that?" I asked, trembling slightly.
"Nothing" Gerard replied. "It was- I just- it could be fun to make them think we're up to something."
"Okay" I answered.
More crashes. Silence for a while. Gerard grabbed my hands, making me jump. I looked up into his hazelish-greenish eyes.
"Yazz... I know." He said simply.
"You know?" I asked quietly.
"I thought you knew I know."
"But you know?"
He nodded. "We all overheard your conversation this morning."
"Oh..." I said quietly, looking away. I couldn't believe he knew. I was so embarressed. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Turns out, Gerard could see them.
"What's wrong?" He asked quietly, moving closer to me.
"It's nothing... honestly, it's nothin-"
My sentance was cut short. Gerard had knelt down slightly, put his hands around my face and made me look at him... he was drawing closer... our eyes were closing... his arms were wrapping round my shoulders...
Bam. A smooth kiss on the lips made me silent. It seemed to last forever.
"Wha... what was that for?" I asked almost silently, after we broke apart. He put a finger to my lips, showing I should listen to him.
"Yazz... I know we haven't known each other very long..." he started. "But I love you. Would you be my girlfriend?"
"Your time's nearly up, you two!" I heard Frank call.
"Think about it, won't you?" Gerard asked me, looking deep into my eyes.
I was in a state of shock as the closet door opened.
[This is where it fastforwards to the show in London the next evening. Gerard's POV]
We were backstage. The girls had just left to go down the front, to see us perform. Carl was still locked up in the tourbus. Yazz still hadn't given me an answer.
We were about to go on stage. I went over to put my jacket on, but found a white scrap of paper laying on it, which looked wet. I picked it up. It read:
'I'm too shy to say this to your face. Yes. Love Yazz xoxoxox <333'
The first sentance was written in eyeliner pencil. The yes was in mascara. Love Yazz was written in liquid eyeliner - black pencil, red mascara, black liquid eyeliner.
I was over the moon. And that night, was the best show I had ever played. Yazz was cheering me on down the front through every song, singing every word.
And Carl was taken to jail for rape, Yazz, Allie, Loz and Zoe all moved to New Jersey to be with us, and we're all living happily ever after. THE END.
Characters: Me (age 16), Allie (age 17), Zoe (age 17), Loz (age 17), Carl (age 17), My Chemical Romance, A radio host, Allie's mom, a load of runners and a scary chinease man.
One morning, I woke up and found out that later that day the council were holding a run from outside my house to birmingham and back. As it was outside my house, and I had a chance of meeting Loz, I entered. There were loadds of contestants.
[This is where the dream goes into fast forward and the next thing you know, we're running back into sandford park.]
I was in the lead, the rest of the pack for behind me. We were nearing the play park, when I saw one scary, overweight chinease man gaining on me. I ran faster. He ran faster. All the rest of the pack had been injured by him running into them. I ran and ran. He was right behind me. He was next to me. We were entering my close, and I pulled out a final burst of speed... and crossed the finnish line on my drive just before he did. And I won.
Now, while I was running, Allie, Zoe, Loz and Carl were watching on their tv's.
I walked into my house and collapsed on the couch. I tried to put Kerrang! on but the tv was dead, so I was stuck listening to the radio station LBC 97.3 which my dad loves so much. He was out and I didn't know how to change it to Kerrang!. So there I was, sitting, bored out of my skull, when something more than interesting crackled through the speakers. It went something like this:
Radio host: Well, now we are joined in the studio by a man who's been through so much in his life. Lets let him introduce himself.
New voice: Hey, I'm Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance!
I spluttered. And listened. Carefully.
Radio host: Hi Gerard, now what's your age, occupation and where you're from.
Gerard: I'm 29, I'm lead vocals and frontman for my band My Chemical Romance and I'm from New Jersey!
Radio Host: So explain a bit about your band.
Gerard: It's liek a therapy for us. It was when we started and it still is. And we really are a band to save your life.
Radio Host: How's that?
Gerard: It saved my life twice, once when I was depressed in the first makings of the band and another time when I was an alcoholic and depressed and suicidal.
Radio Host: Yeah? And how'd it do that?
Gerard: It gave me a purpose. Like, I wanted to be okay, and we all wanted kids out there to know that it's okay to be messed up, 'cuz theres five guys just as messed up as you, and we've overcome that in order to do what we do. Like my brother Mikey once said, we wanted to make music that impacted peoples lives.
Radio Host: Wow! Well, sorry Gerard, our time is up. Is there anything you wanna say to your fans before you go?
Gerard: Actually, yeah. If a certain Yazz, who also goes by names liek Yazzay, Foo Foo, Gerard, and The Holy Moose is lsitening, we're coming to getcha sooner than you think! And thanks for having me here today, Nick, Yatta yatta yatta.
I squealed. I ran upstairs, jumped in the shower, made myself perfect for My Chemical Romance's arrival... even though I didn't know when they would be coming. Heck, I didn't know they would be coming at all.
After straightening my hair and applying makeup, the doorbell rang. I checked my appearance in the mirror - skinny mcr tee, drainpipes, converses, all looked good. I went down to answer the door.
And there he was, standing in the gap. Gerard Way was beaming down at me. I felt the air catch in my throat.
"G.. G... Gerard..." I stuttered, feeling like I was about to faint.
He grinned. "Yazz, I take it?" He asked.
I nodded. "How d'you know who I am? Or where I live?"
"Jess told us when she met us at Reading Rock Fest. C'mon, you gotta pack. Remember your sketchpads, I wanna see what you've drawn again."
I motioned him to come in. He followed and shut the door. I ran upstaires to my room, grabbed my case, and started throwing all my things into it, stripping my MCR posters from my wall. Gerard sat down on my bed, eyeing the green sketchpad on the floor.
"Look if you want, their pretty crap though" I told him, shoving all my clean clothes into the case after my posters.
"Doubt it" he said, grinning. "And you can bring all your dirty cothes too, we've got a washing machine on the bus."
I grinned, and tipped all my favorite clothes into my case, including my ordinary clothing twin revolvers shirt. Then my cd's got trapped inside. Zipping the case up, I was nearly ready to go.
"Scuse, for one sec." I said, waving my hand, meaning for him to stand up. Gerard did. I kneeled down under my bed, and pulled out my prized guitar - Gerard. Then I went and got his amp, Frankie. I saw Gerard peeking at my guitar when he returned.
"You'll need your passport" Gerard told me. I nodded, and ran downstairs to fetch it, stealing the money from the safe as I went.
"Ready" I said, returning to my room.
"Cool" Gerard replied. "You know who else we're going to get?"
"Wha...?" I asked.
"Didn't anybody say? You're allowed to bring four friends along."
I beamed. "Do they have to live locally?" I asked.
"Nope" Gerard replied, grinning.
"Then I know who" I said, holding my bedroom door open for Gerard.
[This is the part where it fast forwards again. Next thing you know, We're standing outside Allie's house.]
I rang the doorbell. Allie's mom answered it.
"Yeah, Yasmin, what do you want?"
"I was wondering if Allie could come on holiday with me and my brother here." I said, sweetly an innocently.
Her mom nodded and showed us in. "Alison! You're friends are here to take you on holiday!"
Allie ran down the stairs. Her jaw dropped when she saw who was standing with me. I was beaming.
"C'mon Allie, get packing" I said, winking.
[This is where it fast forwards again. Me and Gerard are standing outside Loz's house in Redditch. Allie, Zoe, Carl and the rest of My Chemical Romance were hiding away on the tourbus.]
I knoced at the door. Finally... I would meet Loz.
And it opened. Standing there, hair black and lime green, glasses slightly skew-if, was Loz. And she squealed.
"Loz, calm down!" I told her, hugging her tight.
"Yazz, I can't believe it's you!" She wailed.
"It's not just me. It's Allie, Zoe, Carl and my "brother" and his friends too." I winked and pointed a finger at Gerard.
"Ohmygod... Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Loz gasped.
"Remember, he's my brother! As far as your mom will know, you're coming on holiday with us... and, er, you might not ever need to come back. Now get packing!"
Loz nodded and rushed inside. Instantly, she was back. I grinned at Gerard. He nodded back, the corners of his mouth forming a slight smile.
We clambered aboard the tourbus. Everybody was waiting for us. Me and Loz were grinning stupidly as I took her suitcase into the girls sleeping quarters.
[This is where it goes into fast-forward again. It's the next morning, the guys are already out of their quarters, and it's Gerard's POV.]
We were sitting in the living room on the bus. The girls weren't out of their bedroom yet. But I could hear voices. And apparently, so could everybody else.
"Hey, should we go see what their saying?" Frank asked evilly.
Everybody nodded. Me and Frank pressed our ears to the bottom of teh door, Mikey and Ray at the top of the door, and Bob and Carl stood behind us. This is what the girls were saying:
Zoe: Mikey is such a trim ting!
Yazz: Zoe, you ALWAYS say Mikey's a trim ting.
Zoe: But know we've actually MET him, it's like, crazily trim!
Loz: Ray for me thanks.
Allie: Aaaaah... someone else is in love with that voice and the 'fro!
Loz: Oh, shutup, you.
Allie: You guys have bad taste. Am I the ONLY one going ga-ga for Frankie?
Loz: Yes.
Allie: Weird.
Zoe: Hey Yazz, what about you? You haven't said much.
Yazz: Isn't it obvious?
Loz: Not really...
Yazz: He's perfect in every way... but he wouldn't like a girl like me...
Allie: Yazz, who are you talking about?
Yazz: Note the word "Way".
Zoe: AHA! SOMEONE ELSE LIKES MIKEY!
Yazz: Erm... different Way, Zoe.
Loz: Awwwww, my Moosey loves Gerard. And it's not her guitar, either.
Yazz: And as I said, he wouldn't like a girl like me.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why would Yazz say anything like that?
Allie: What makes you say that?
Yazz: Just look at me, Allie. Look at the boyfriends I've had in a the past. A grand total of two. And one was a wankerz and the other never even noticed my existence. And Gerard deserves better than me... I mean, this is ME we're talking about...
"I LOVE YOU BOB!"
I swirled around. Carl had chased Bob into a corner, and started kissing his neck. Bob looked totally freaked out. Ray went to go and remove Carl from Bob.
A door opened. I saw a black and orange head peer out from behind it. Yazz had went to see what was going on. Her eyes wandered from me, to Frank, to Mikey, to Carl, Ray and Bob. She looked just as freaked out as Bob did. I smiled, shyly and embarressed. She grinned and went back to her friends. They all emerged, dressed and laughing, hair flying around their faces.
[Goes into fast forward again here. We're all sitting on the floor in the living room, a bottle in the middle of the circle. The girls on one side, guys on the other. Currently, the guys are still in their room. Back to Yazz's POV.]
"Haha, this'll be like, the best game of Seven Minuets in Heaven ever." Zoe was whispering to Allie, as me and Loz hovered shyly at their side, waiting for the band and carl to emerge from their room. We were all dressed up in our best clothes we had with us - for me, that would by my twin revovlers shirt, drainpipes, custom MCR converses, and my Rockett hoodie.
A door creaked. I spun around, and saw them. Leaving their bedroom, clad in matching clothes, came My Chemical Romance, Gerard leading, his red tie flipping by his black shirt as he walked, drainpipes clinging to his legs. Mikey followed, his red scarf wrapped around his neck. Then Frankie, his bullet proof vest over a whtie shirt and red tie. Then came Ray, and then Bob. Carl was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Carl?" Zoe asked.
"Asleep" Ray replied. "I, er... kinda knocked him out when he was attacking Bob..."
I grinned. Typical bloody Carl, too sex-crazed for anything that moves to have a care in the world.
We all sat down around the bottle on the floor. Frank went to spin it. It landed on Mikey. I heard Zoe take a sharp intake of breath. The bottle was spinning again... slowing down... landing on... Gerard.
"Haha, this ought to be good!" Frank laughed. Gerard was grinning, and lead his brother away into a closet.
Seven minuets later, Frank went to retrieve the brothers fro mthe closet. We all followed. Frank had a camera in his hand. Bob picked the door... and it opened. A flash of light. Frank had taken a picture. A picture of Gerard, ontop of Mikey, holding his head and snogging him silly, while Mikey's hand was up his brothers shirt and it was so blatently obvious that the younger of the two brothers had a boner.
Frank kicked Mikeys leg. Gerard sat up, grinning. I felt my jaw was open, but turned it into laughter instead. That... I shouldn't of seen that... it wasn't gross or anything... on the contrary... I thought I liked it...
We sat on the floor again. Mikey's turn to spin the bottle. Landing on Allie, she grinned. And who she had to go in with? Frankie. Her dream come true.
Seven minuets later, Ray hauled them out of the closet, their makeup smudged down their faces, giggling at each other.
Allie spun the bottle this time. Everybody leaned in as it slowed down... except from me. I didn't want to know who it was. I was so desperately wishing it wouldn't be...
"Yazz, it's you!" Allie laughed.
I felt my face turn bright red. I was so embarressed. I was doomed.
I heard laughing and footsteps. Gerard was kneeling by my side, smiling, holding out his hand. I took it, smiling shyly. I heard Allie, Loz and Zoe go "oooooo!!" in a silly, childish way. I was even more embarressed. Looked like Gerard was too. Why, I didn't know.
A click, and the closet door was locked. My eyes didn't need time to adjust to the darkness in the closet - I was great at seeing in the dark.
"So..." I said quietly, not expecting Gerard to hear.
"What do you wanna do?" He asked me.
I choked. He really shouldn't be asking me that. I felt him move closer and pat me on the back.
"Just wanna chat?" He asked.
"Um... yeah, just chat" I replied, maybe a little too quietly.
"Okay" he laughed. "So, how've you been enjoying staying with us on tour?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but a loud crash made me jump out of my skin.
"What was that?" I asked, trembling slightly.
"Nothing" Gerard replied. "It was- I just- it could be fun to make them think we're up to something."
"Okay" I answered.
More crashes. Silence for a while. Gerard grabbed my hands, making me jump. I looked up into his hazelish-greenish eyes.
"Yazz... I know." He said simply.
"You know?" I asked quietly.
"I thought you knew I know."
"But you know?"
He nodded. "We all overheard your conversation this morning."
"Oh..." I said quietly, looking away. I couldn't believe he knew. I was so embarressed. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Turns out, Gerard could see them.
"What's wrong?" He asked quietly, moving closer to me.
"It's nothing... honestly, it's nothin-"
My sentance was cut short. Gerard had knelt down slightly, put his hands around my face and made me look at him... he was drawing closer... our eyes were closing... his arms were wrapping round my shoulders...
Bam. A smooth kiss on the lips made me silent. It seemed to last forever.
"Wha... what was that for?" I asked almost silently, after we broke apart. He put a finger to my lips, showing I should listen to him.
"Yazz... I know we haven't known each other very long..." he started. "But I love you. Would you be my girlfriend?"
"Your time's nearly up, you two!" I heard Frank call.
"Think about it, won't you?" Gerard asked me, looking deep into my eyes.
I was in a state of shock as the closet door opened.
[This is where it fastforwards to the show in London the next evening. Gerard's POV]
We were backstage. The girls had just left to go down the front, to see us perform. Carl was still locked up in the tourbus. Yazz still hadn't given me an answer.
We were about to go on stage. I went over to put my jacket on, but found a white scrap of paper laying on it, which looked wet. I picked it up. It read:
'I'm too shy to say this to your face. Yes. Love Yazz xoxoxox <333'
The first sentance was written in eyeliner pencil. The yes was in mascara. Love Yazz was written in liquid eyeliner - black pencil, red mascara, black liquid eyeliner.
I was over the moon. And that night, was the best show I had ever played. Yazz was cheering me on down the front through every song, singing every word.
And Carl was taken to jail for rape, Yazz, Allie, Loz and Zoe all moved to New Jersey to be with us, and we're all living happily ever after. THE END.
