Tell Me I'm An Angel

Gerard's P.O.V

Next day.

We walked into the school together. Still in shock. The halls went quiet as the students and teachers stared at all five of us. Then they all started to cheer and clap. I felt so exposed. Only Bob seemed to be fine with the attention. Typical. The school announcement speakers made a beeping sound to indicate a announcement. Everyone went quiet again.
"Good morning students and staff. A few announcements this morning. To start off with, Mr James is ill today so maths will be taught by Mrs Star. Lunch special today will be Pepperoni pizza in honour of Gerard Way and My Chemical Romance. Lunchtime will be a celebration party. There's no classes today but there is a assembly. Today is a day of celebration. Hopefully our winners will agree to put on a performance for us. Assembly starts at the school bell. Have a nice day."
I groaned. That was so embarrassing. I was mentioned over the speakers. At school. Yay. God kill me now.
"Will you be performing?" Jennifer Carter from maths asked me. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
My eyes widened. What the fuck? I turned to Frank, but he was being asked questions too. They all were. I turned back to the girl. "I don't know if we'll be performing yet." I answered. "And no I don't have a girlfriend."
About four girls including Jennifer, tried to push each other out the way to get to me. Oh shit.
"Can I be your girlfriend?" Jennifer asked.
I looked back at Frank again. He smiled back at me. I pleaded with my eyes for him to help me. He smirked then pushed the crowd out of our way so he could pull me into his arms. His lips hovered by my ear. "I think a little kissing session should stop the girls asking us out. You up for it?"
I grin. "Always."
Frank pulled back to look in my face. Then he closed the gap and sealed his lips onto mine.
"I think that kiss is just to stop you girls asking them out." A student pointed out.
Frank ran his tongue over my lips. I parted them to allow him to explore my mouth. His hands snaked under my shirt at the back to touch my skin and pull me closer. I tangled my fingers in his hair. I tugged slightly to pull him closer. Mikey nudging us made us break apart. We stayed in each others arms. He never moved his hands from under my shirt. But I moved mine to rest on his arms. We looked back at the shocked girls.
"Gerard is taken, girls." Frank informed them. "He didn't lie about having a girlfriend. He has a BOYfriend. He's mine." He beamed at them.
Jennifer smiled. "Wow." She said. "Your such a cute couple." She looked genuine. Everyone else agreed with her. Both male and female. I was so surprised.
The bell went. So we all headed to the school hall. Frank held my hand the entire way. Mr Matthews gestured for us to sit in the frony row. He waited for everyone to take their seats and quieten down. Then he got up onto the stage and stood behind the mic.
"Well yesterday's Regional Talent Show was amazing this year." He started. Today's about us then. It's going to be a long day. "The band's there were amazing. I heard that most votes were always for our very own boys. In fact I was told that only twelve people voted for Colourblind over My Chemical Romance." What? He's got to be exaggerating. Hasn't he? "To think that all the song's our boy's performed were from the mind of Gerard himself." I wish he'd stop that. It's bad enough that every time he made a reference to any of us or the band, everyone cheered. I wonder if I can sneak out? "I would like to ask the boy's to come up here to join me."
I guess not then.
We all stood up and walked to join Mr Matthews on stage. I noticed our instruments already set up. I guess we are performing then.
"I'd like to ask Gerard first off." Mr Matthews said, looking at me. "What is your inspiration for your lyrics?" He passed me the mic.
"Err...various things." I answered truthfully. "Normally personal experience. But sometimes they just come to me." I passed the mic back.
"Such a imaginative boy." He said. "Where did the name 'My Chemical Romance' come from?"
I pointed to Mikey. He took it. "I was reading a book called 'Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance' by author Irvine Welsh." He stated. "I liked the name."
"Frank jumps around a lot." Mr Matthews stated, looking at me. "Don't you get scared that he's going to injure you? Seem as he's always closer to you."
I laugh. "No." I look at Frank. "He daren't. I'd punch his lights out."
Frank grins and rubs his jaw as everyone else laughs. I turn back to Mr Matthews.
"I guess I better ask you before there's a riot in here." I bite my lip. Shit. Now what? "Do you all have girlfriend's?" Again?
"Ray, Mikey and Bob don't." I say.
"What about you and Frank?" Mr Matthews asks.
"We don't have girlfriend's either." I answer, honestly. "We are gay. We're seeing eachother." I wait for at least one person to start with the insults. Instead I hear loads of 'awww's.
"Okay." He says. "Last question. Will you perform the winners song for us?" The crowd cheered as we got into place. Mr Matthews left the stage.
The music started and I was in the zone. I forgot about the crowd again as I started to sing.
"They're selling postcards of the hanging,
Well they're painting the passports brown,
And the beauty parlor's filled with sailors,
The circus is in town.

Oh now look, here comes the blind commissioner,
Well they got him in a trance,
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker,
The other's in his pants.

And the riot squad they're restless,
They need somewhere to go,
As lady and I look out tonight,
From Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy,
'Well it takes one to know one,'She smiles,
And she puts her hands in her back pockets,
So Bette Davis style.

And now here comes Romeo moaning,
'You belong to me I believe',
And someone says, 'Your in the wrong place, my friend,
You better leave.'

And then the only sound that's left,
As the ambulances leave,
Is Cinderella sweepin' up,
On Desolation Row."
I scream.

"Now at midnight all the agent's,
And superhuman crew,
Go out and round up everyone,
That knows more than they do."
(Guys sing):"Knows more than they do."

"They're gonna bring 'em to the factory,
Where the heart-attack machine,
Is strapped across their shoulders,
And then the kerosene.

Is brought down from the castles,
By insurance men who go,
Check to see no one is escaping,
To Desolation Row.

'Cause right now I don't read so good,
Don't send me no letters no,
Not unless your gonna mail them,
From Desolation Row."

Notes

So. I know Gerard did not write this one. But how the band got their name is true. I write the lyrics for effect. As usual, comment and rate, please. Enjoy and thanks for reading. Love you all.xxx