The Light Behind Your Eyes

Rain's POV

"Help help help please!" I called running in the kitchen my arms loaded with bags. Gerard came rushing to me and took half of them and placed them on the counter. "Thank you baby." I said putting the bags down again. "No sweat." He said kissing my lips softly. I smiled and started digging through the bags and putting stuff away. Gerard just watched me, a smile on his lips. I stopped and turned to him a funny look on my face, "Why are you smiling?" I asked laughing a bit. "I'm just so happy. You're a year clean! I mean, how does that feel?" I laughed, "Great I guess." I shrugged, "And," He added, "I'm in a band. We have our first album out! Frank is joining soon and we are already starting on the second album, had gone on one tour, and I just have a great feeling about this." He said wrapping his arms around my neck from behind and kissing the top of my head. "Well I'm glad you're happy."

I replied trying not to make my nervousness obvious. Sure, I am a year clean, but not completely. I may have had a slip up. And that slip up was me getting shit faced and shooting heroin into my veins. I have not told Gerard. And never plan on it. "Well," He shrugged, "I mean we're not big yet but I can just feel it. We are gonna be big." He said running his hands down my sides. I smiled and spun around, kissed him quickly and finished putting the groceries away. I grabbed a beer and sat on the couch. That's when my phone buzzed. It was Pete.

'I need you to come over now'

'Why? Is everything okay?'

'Not at all.'

'Can Gerard come?'

'Bring whoever you want I just need you.'

'Okay be there in ten minutes.'

'Hurry.'

I shot up and slid my phone in my pocket before getting up and putting my Converse back on.
"Where are you going?" Gerard asked placing his beer down. "I'm going to Pete and Ashlee's house. And you're coming." I said grabbing my bag as Gerard put his shoes on. He drove us to the house and I knocked. We walked in and then looked around. Pete was no where to be found and the whole living room was trashed. I shared a look with Gerard. That's when there was a thud from upstairs. Gerard and I ran up there as fast as we could and went into each room to find Ashlee and Pete in their room. Ashlee was packing. She had tear stains on her cheeks and Pete had a red cheek.

She was crying and slapped him. "Pete?" I asked slowly and carefully. Gerard slid his hand in mine and squeezed. He must have been as scared as I was. He looked up as did Ashlee. "You called your sister! Don't you even dare thinking she can fix this!" Ashlee threatened. "I never said that!" He argued back. "Ashlee, a word with you?" I asked. She looked up, smiled lightly, and nodded. Ashlee knew about everything. From my depression to the drugs and partying all night. And she was always there. One of the many reasons I liked Ashlee. She walked with me into the hallway and asked, "Yes?" "Why are you packing?" "I'm leaving your brother!" She said simply. My eyes popped out of my skull.

"What?! Why?" She sighed and looked down, "He cheated on me, Sunshine." I laughed, they always still called me Sunshine when my name was Rain. Get it, cause the opposites...whatever! "With who?! When?!" I asked in complete shock, I would never imagined Pete to cheat on Ashlee. Ever. They had Bronx and they were in love! "Her name is Meagan. He told me he worked late. And I believed it. Then he started coming home smelling like woman's perfume. He just said that every time he leaves work, this one girl hugs him and gives him coffee. But then he said she was over 50 years old so he would never go out with her. Then one night, he came home smelling weird. He said it was the stench of ink. I believed it. And that's when the pictures came." She paused and took a deep breath.

"On Instagram, there's this thing where it tells you based on your likes and fo- " "Yes, yes I know go on." "Well, there was one of Pete and some girl kissing. I clicked on it. It was some fan. Not of Pete though. Of some girl. This girl is some skinny model. The caption said, 'My favorite couple is Meagan and Pete. I believe they are adorable. I never really liked Ashlee.' And I went to that girls page. Her name is Meagan Camper. She posted pictures of her and Pete. And i showed him. He thought I would never find out." She laughed harshly then said, "But I did." I looked to the floor not knowing what to say. "I'm so sorry Ashlee." I whispered.

I looked up and she smiled, "It's all good. I mean, it had to happen sometime right?" She shrugged and smiled before walking into the other room, grabbing her bags and looking at Pete, "Keep Bronx. You'll need him. He needs a father." She whispered. She went up to him, kissed his cheek then turned to me and Gerard. "Gerard, take care of my Rain. She needs you." Ashlee hugged Gerard and hugged me. She kissed my cheek, "Take care Darling." She whispered before walking away, probably to go say goodbye to Bronx. I turned to Pete and crossed my arms, a pissed off look on my face, well I was!

He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Well, uh..." He trailed off looking at his feet. "Pete, if I don't like this girl, then I will chop your head off." I threatened, grabbing Gerard's hand and we went to the car. He drove and we just went home. I entered the house and ran a hand through my hair. I sat on the couch and checked my Instagram. Lots of fans of MCR had tagged me saying stuff like, 'Have you see Gerard Way's girlfriend?' or, 'She's so pretty, I want to be her!' Well they are wrong, they don't want to be me.

Gerard sat next to me and went on his phone as well. He laughed, "Look, people are tagging us and saying we're the cutest couple! Isn't that sweet?" He asked with another laugh. I laughed also, "Yeah, guess so." I shrugged. I've never been 'famous.' Or named 'cutest couple.' So this was a first for me. Gerard grabbed his notebook and started to scribble. Did I mention his LYRIC NOTEBOOK. For whenever he gets lyric ideas. I smiled and snapped a picture of him before typing on Twitter, 'Uh oh, guys...he's writing in the lyric notebook.' I uploaded it and smirked. Lots of comments came as soon as I posted it. Some were off topic crazy fangirl questions like, "What does Gerard's lips taste like?! please reply!" or, "Peek over his shoulder and read!"

Or even, "Rain you are my favorite MCR girlfriend." I was flattered. Being the nice Tweeter, I replied to the lips question with, "They taste like coffee and cigarettes, my favorite taste of him." She replied with, "SHE REPLIED TO ME!!!!!! RAIN WENTZ REPLIED TO ME!!!!!" I laughed and replied to the rest. "What are laughing at?" "Twitter." I stated. "Oh no." He groaned, "Are they asking you questions about me and stuff like how I am in bed? It's awkward. It is funny that they don't ask me but you." I smirked, "Because I answer." "WHAT?! You've answered how I am in bed?!" I shrugged, "Maaaayyybbbbeeee!" I sang. He rolled his eyes and scribbled more. I laughed and answered more questions before getting off and sighed.

The only noise in the silent room was Gerard's pencil scribbling. I sighed contently, and closed my eyes a bit. That's when I heard Gerard whisper, "In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of restaurant, they say, Come with your arms raised high! Well they're never gonna get me, like a bullet through a flock of doves. To wage this war against your faith in me. Your life, will never be the same. On your mother's eyes, say a prayer say a prayer!" Then he stopped. He was stuck. I could just tell. I was always good with lyrics. Eyes still closed, I sang, "Now I can't, and I don't know. How we're just two men as God had made us. Well I can't, well I can! Too much, too late, or just not enough of this, pain in my heart. For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again." I sang quietly still in tune as Gerard sang yet fast paced.

I heard a gasp and more scribbling. He hummed some more. "They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost. My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag. But nobody cares if you're losing yourself. I am losing myself and I miss my mom. Will they give me the chair?. Or lethal injection or swing from a rope, if you dare. Oh, nobody knows all the trouble I've seen." He snapped and I sang my part again, "Now, but I can't, and I don't know. How we're just two men as God had made us. Well I can't, well I can!. Too much, too late, or just not enough of this, pain in my heart. For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again."

More scribbling.

"To your room, what they ask of you. They'll make you want to say "So long, well I don't remember. Why remember you?". Do you have the keys to the hotel? 'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire, fire. Life is but a dream for the dead. And well I, I won't go down by myself. But I'll go down with my friends. Now, now, now, go. Now, now, go, now, now. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

He finished quietly. "THAT'S IT!!!!!" He screeched. I opened my eyes. "What's it?" I asked. "The record is finished. The last song. Our deadline is soon and just....we need about 13 tracks. And that was the last song we finished! And now we have to figure out the title and the record song and just record and make the tabs and drums and everything!" He exclaimed speaking fast and dialing numbers. "Hey Mikey, we need your good naming skills. And meet everyone at the garage in ten. We have our last song." He said smirking.

Notes

Sorry the Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson break up is wrong ages and such but yeah. I got bored and just wrote a small filler. But now we are getting close to the part where Gerard gets into drugs and Rain slips up badly and the spiral starts. The tour will begin and another time skip. Sorry for all the skips. So what did you think?? Thoughts would be great

Xoxo,

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