Gerard's POV

I woke up with my arm around my beautiful girl. Just the way it was supposed to be, just the way it had been for the last couple of months. I admired her eyes glued shut with sleep, her full lips slightly parted, her blonde hair falling over her bare shoulder, except from a couple of shorter golden strands. I smirked at the memory of last night, the way her blue eyes smiled at mine, the way she snuggled up close when my sweat soaked body slumped next to her, my chest heaving. I pushed the strands off her face, and kissed the corner of her mouth. She squirmed and wriggled, before opening her eyes.
'Morning' she said, as I covered her face and neck with tiny little kisses. 'You're quiet today.' I smiled at her words.
'We've got a big day today, Gee. C'mon.' I met her mouth with mine, and sat up on the side of the bed, stretching. She got up and headed off into the shower. I waited for the sound of water streaming and crept into the ensuite. I slipped into the shower with her. Her eyes widened in shock for a second, but her smile soon broadened as I took the soap and washed her, gently massaging her back, rubbing shampoo into her hair. I crouched down and she washed my hair, which was now white and short. We got out, and I wrapped us both in a clean white cotton towel. She kissed me and I slipped out of the material to dry off alone. I dressed, and went to make coffee as she dried her hair.
'Morning sunshine' said Frank, who was sipping coffee in the kitchen. He smirked at my yawn. 'You look as if you didn't get much sleep last night. It's still hot, by the way.' I rolled my eyes at his comment, but poured myself a steaming cup.
'Looking forward to tonight?' I asked.
'Nervous. You?'
'Same.' It was true; butterflies danced in my stomach at the thought of the surprise we had planned for the wonderful fans of our band made of a bunch of misfits. A shortish girl wrapped her arm around my waist and I smiled. The past few months had been the best of my life.

Emma's POV

I slipped on a full length gown. The bodice looked as if it was made of black flames; it sparkled and glittered, throwing millions of specks of light on the ceiling. I adjusted my hair, and a lady fussed over my makeup. I let her, without complaint; tonight was going to be big.
'Can I come in yet?'
'Hang on!' I slipped on a pair of glossy black heels, so I would be at shoulder height with him, and called Gerard in.
'Wow..' He looked genuinely taken aback at my appearance. My hair was waist length and braided into a silky waterfall of curls, and the makeup artist had made me look beautiful, even to my critical eye. I thought Gerard outshone me; his white hair and pale skin looked striking against the stunning black suit he wore. A tad of black eyeliner ensured his eyes stood out, his most beautiful feature.
I took his arm, and we met Frank, his tattoos looking gorgeous against the sculpted suit, and a new addition, beaming at his arm, stood with him. Frank had met Jamia at record store, when she was looking at an MCR album. They were perfect for each other, in sync, in tune. We all clambered into a limousine where we met Ray, Bob and Mikey, along with their dates, there was a fabulous party atmosphere. We arrived, and I managed the journey onto the red carpet, lined with adoring, screaming fans rather more gracefully. My Chemical Romance were the surprise act, so naturally, Gerard signed photographs, posed for them, laughed with them. Soon it was time to make the announcement.
'Thank you, everyone' Gerard said, 'For coming out tonight. Now you've heard the rumors; they are true. The Black Parade will be coming out soon, and we will be performing it tonight!'
Paparazzi cameras flashed and I beamed at them, holding Gee's hand to steady me. He was a complete natural, of course.
'I know you'll be dying for the details, but I'm afraid tha-' Gerard was cut off by a scream.
'EMMA!'
Oh no.
Oh fuck no.
My mother cut through the crowd, pointing at me and screaming my name.

Notes

You asked for more, you got more.
Guess what I preordered?;)
XO EM