Gerard's P.O.V

*Sunday*

I knock on Ray's apartment door and it immediately flies open revealing a smiling Ray, a little too smiley. "Why are you smiling like you're going to murder me?" I ask as I raise my eyebrow, questioning his sanity.

"Jenny's here....help me." He mutters through clenched teeth as his eyes widen.

"You're on your own, dude." I say as I pat him on his shoulder and enter the apartment. The band equipment is set up in the center of the room, like always, but the couch is facing towards the shit. And sitting on it is no other then The Terminator herself. Jenny's arms are crossed across her chest as she loudly chews on a piece of gum.

"Hello Jenny, I didn't know that you and Ray were dating again." I state as I move towards the microphone.

"Hello Way, and yes we are." She says as she makes grabby hands at Ray, wanting him to give her a hug.

Ray begrudgingly moves closer to her as he plasters an obviously fake smile upon his face, Jenny envelopes him in a bone crushing grasp as Ray's eyes widen and he looks at me and mouths 'help me' once again. I simply shrug my shoulders and mouth 'sorry' when Jenny finally releases him.

"I have distressing news." Mikey says as both Hayley and him enter the room.

"Is the news that we suck? Because I really don't think I can take it." Hayley speaks as she sits down in front of her drum kit.

"No, we've got a gig, Tuesday night at the Rock It." He says as everyone looks shocked.

"No way, really?" I ask

"Yes way, now can we finally start practicing or otherwise we're going to completely suck."

Ray picks up his guitar and motions for me to move away from the microphone. "You're going to sing? Do you have a new song?" I ask as he pushes me out of the way.

"Yes, now move Geetard."

"Okay this one goes out to the little lady on the couch. It's called 'I'm Breaking Up With You, You Crazy Robotic Bitch, Please Get Out Of My Apartment." Ray says as Jenny's face actually expresses some emotion and that emotion is pure anger.

"Oh shit." I mumble as Jenny starts screaming profanities at all of us and furiously gathers her things and storms out of the apartment. Slamming the door behind her shut, creating a mini-earthquake.

"I think that went pretty well." Ray breathes as he moves away from the microphone.

"Don't you think that was a bit harsh?" Mikey questions.

"Nah, now let's do this shit!" Ray says as Hayley raises her drum sticks into the air.

"We are Sex Bob-omb, 1-2-3-4!" She screams while banging her sticks together. We start playing, creating wonderfully crappy music.


*The next morning*

I wake up to a knock at my apartment door. I groggily get up out of my bed, and walk towards the door, tripping slightly in the process.

"Who is it!?" I tiredly yell before I get to the door, not wanting to be killed so early in the day.

"Um...I have a package for a Gerard Way." The man says. Then I realize who it is as my mind snaps back to reality.

"Uh...okay...be there in a sec!" I yell as I rush to put on a pair of skinny jeans and a decent non-smelling t-shirt. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." I mutter as I rush to the bathroom and sloppily brush my teeth and check my appearance in the mirror. I look like shit, but you know could be worse. I spray myself with some febreze since that's the only thing I could find, I rush back to the door. Trying to calm down but failing.

"Hey..." I say casually as I open the door and lean against the door frame, attempting to look attractive once again. Frank,looking as beautiful as ever, stares at me for a moment before before holding out the package and pen.

"Yeah, hi....just sign on the dotted line and I'll be on my way." He states.

"But if I sign, you'll leave."

"That's kind of the point...so please just do it."

"We met at the party a couple of days ago...and you know I was just wondering if you would like wanna hang out sometime?" I squeak, my voice high-pitched again. My heart is racing at this point and I can feel a droplet of sweat begin to run down my forehead.

"Oh yeah...aren't you the koala guy?"

"Pffffftt, no that was just some ass...I was the other guy."

"Yeah whatever, can you please sign the damn package?"

" You still haven't answered my question..."

Frank sighs and rolls his eyes. "Look, if I agree...will you sign the stupid thing?"

"Yep." I say as I grab the package and scribble my signature. I throw the package behind me and I hear it land in the trash can with a loud thump.

"So...like...can I have your number?" I ask, the droplets continue to fall drenching me in my own sweat.

"Fine." Frank mumbles as he hands me a small piece of paper with his name and number on it. I quickly grab it and scan my eyes over it and see seven x's towards the bottom of the paper. Must be kisses, awww.

"Wow...boy number..." I breathe as I look up and see that Frank has already gone. I shut the door behind me as I close my eyes and hug the paper to my chest while sliding down the door, landing on the carpet.

When suddenly Twiggy walks in the room with her famous bed-head and all.

"Someone looks happy..." She says as she makes herself a cup of coffee.

"I got his number!" I squeal as she looks at me and sips from her cup.

"Damn, Geebear, you're one lucky motherfucker." Twiggy states as she plops down on the couch and turns on the TV.

Notes

Hey! I'm sorry if it sucks I kinda rushed through it. Thank you for all of the wonderful comments and for reading this story, it really means a lot to me. And as always feel free to message me or leave a comment letting me know your thoughts. Love you :)