Im Never okay. (I promise)

Gerard’s POV

“Wow Gerard, another girl just swooning, collapsing right into your strong arms.” Frank teased with a wide smirk decorating his face. I rolled my eyes as I pulled Brea up. I held her in my arms.

She was cute, like really attractive.

I carefully placed her on the couch, when Mikey sauntered in. He looked from Brea, to me, and back to Brea, repeatedly.

“I thought we weren’t bringing fans in after the last time.” He grumbled to me, gesturing up to his left eye, where there was the faintest scar. I shot him a sheepish grin and Ray burst into hysterical laughter behind us.

That’s a story for another day.

“Mikey just drop it. This chick is pretty cool. She just smashed into a tree and then fainted because she’s so madly obsessed with us.”

Frank explained with that smirk still on his face. I laughed a little bit and Mikey shrugged, walking off. I went into the kitchen and made myself a pot of coffee.

Okay, I suck at making coffee. It came out really gross, but I needed some of the delicious elixir to take my mind off of fainting girls.

“WOAH COOL!” I heard Frank shout from the living room in excitement. I immediately walked in, gripping my mug with both hands. I saw Frank, sitting in the living room, surrounded in the spilled contents of Brea’s purse.

“Frank!” I whined. He looked up at me and shrugged, holding a C.D. in his hand. He popped it into our advanced stereo set and started playing it. It went like this:

-Dude, is it playing yet?

-Erm, I think so.

-Move over morons!

There was a bit of a commotion, a yelp and laughter, along with a slapping sound.

-Oh my god it’s working fine! Now get ready we need to start recording now!

A feminine voice cut in. There was some laughter as all the people, all males, scrambled away from the recording device. Music began to play. It had a good beat going, I found myself nodding my head and tapping my foot along. Then, the singing began. It was really good. Crisp and clear, the range was amazing, the lyrics were incredible, the sound impeccable. Really, whoever this was, was quite good. The music stopped.

“This is Twisted Love, I hope you enjoy.” That was definitely Brea’s voice. Jeez, she was amazing! I heard shuffling behind us and a gasp. Frank and I both spun around and saw Brea, sitting there, slack jawed. Her face turned bright red and she buried it in her hands, curling around herself.

What a good first impression. Let's embarrass this poor, attractive girl who could potentially have a concussion.

Way to go Gerard fucking Way.

Notes

-Revenge Bullets (@Sad but Rad)