I wake up to see the hotel door open, all our shit gone, and Gerard not laying in his bed. I sit up right away and begin to panic but then I hear the bathroom door open. Gerard looks over at me with sun glasses on his face and drinking coffee.

“Morning,” Gerard says, “Your clothes are on the dresser, the gang is packing up the van, and as soon as you are ready we will be on the road.”

I just nod my head like I understand, Gerard smiles then walks outside drinking his coffee. I slowly get out of bed and head over to get my clothes. I swear I had the strangest dream that last night Gerard Way kissed me. Oh wait, that was reality. I’m kind of nervous to ask him about it, how he felt, etc. Once, I finish getting changed I walk out to see the van all packed and ready to go.

“’Bout time you woke up, Sleeping Beauty,” Ray says sarcastically.

“’Morning to you too, Ray,” I reply.

I hop into the van and off we go back to Jersey. The same order as last time, Mikey in the middle deciding what CD to put in next. Mikey brought like this 150lb CD book, I swear we are like cavemen in this van. Just full of music, Mikey finally decides to put in a Misfits CD. We all just start jamming out to it. Sharing a van with these people isn’t that bad, its actually quite fun.
I finally actually have friends that understand me, some more than others. I look over at Gerard and he is banging his head out to the song that’s on. I just smile and go back to looking out the window.

“Well shit,” Ray mumbles.

“What’s wrong?” Bob asks.

“We’re out of gas.”

“And? Usually a car can last a while on low gas.”

“Well, usual cars do. I don’t know if you have noticed we are in a VAN!” Ray yelled.

“What’s going on?” Gerard asks.

“We are out of gas,” Mikey speaks up.

“Oh, well fuck me.”

“Anyone wanna fuck Gerard?” I ask jokingly

“Dude,” was all Gerard said. Did I do something wrong?

“Here’s an idea, why don’t we call someone?” Bob suggests. I pull out my cell and it’s dead.

“I can’t do shit, my phone is dead. I guess I forgot to charge it last night,” I swear.

“Ditto,” Gerard agrees.

“I can’t seem to get a signal,” Mikey says going all Lion King with his phone.

“I forgot my phone,” Bob admits.

“Fine, I’LL call someone,” Ray announces pissed. He flips open his phone and calls his mom. He looks around trying to read highway marks. We aren’t that far from Jersey, just over the bridge.

“Alright so she might be awhile, but she is on her way,” Ray informs us.

“Well at least someone is coming,” Mikey admits.

“True,” Bob agrees.

I look at Gerard and he doesn’t look a bit concerned. I guess that’s good, I look up and everyone is just sitting there. I decide to get out of the van to take a drag. Someone follows my lead and I turn around to see who. It’s Bob, I sighed relived.

“Hey Bobert,” I greet him before taking another drag.

“Don’t call me that,” Bob replied with a cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth.

“Sorry,” I raised my hands up in surrender. I hand him over my lighter and then take another drag. I hear the door open I turn around to see Gerard and Mikey exit the van. I sighed and sit on the wall that divides the highway; Gerard leans against it next to me.

My heart starts to beat faster nervous so I take another drag and blow it out. Gerard holds out his hand as if he is asking to take a drag. I hand it over to him and look up at the sky, he hands it back to me but I just shake my head and get up. Mikey looks at me confused and follows me to the back of the van.

“Where you going shorty,” Mikey asks kiddingly.

“Getting my guitar,” I reply opening the doors and pulling it out. I shut the door again and go back to where I was sitting and begin to play a few cords. Everyone watches except Ray but soon Ray joins us by sitting out the passenger door. Gerard opens the van doors and pulls out a note pad.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I stop playing.

“Gonna write some lyrics down on the note pad that go with the cords you’re playing,” he replies shouting over the roaring of the cars.

I continue to play and I hear another guitar play along with a bass. Next thing I know it’s a full blown out jam session in the middle of a highway. It is pretty rad, if I do say so myself. It sadly ended when Ray’s mom pulled up and put gas in the van.

“Thanks Mrs. Toro,” I thank her as I put my shit back along with Ray’s guitar and Mikey’s bass.

“No problem honey,” she replies as she gets back in her car and drives off. We all hop back in the car and this time Bob is driving.

It’s about 3:30 pm by the time I get dropped off at my house. I put my stuff away and take a shower. Once done I look myself in the mirror at my arms. They are so plain; I wanna tat them up some day. You know what they say, ‘Your body is an empty canvas’. I wrap a towel around my waist and walk to my room, when all of a sudden I hear knocking. I moan not caring if I’m in a towel or not and answer the door. Guess who is standing there. You guessed it, Mr. Gerard Fucking Way. I feel myself get red as a cherry.

“Uh… hey dude,” Gerard says to me awkwardly.

“Sup. Sorry I just got out of the shower,” I reply apologetically.

“Nah its cool, I came at a bad time. I’ll just come back at a different time.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Dude, don’t sweat it just come in.”

“Okay.”

We head down stairs to my room and I go into the bathroom to get changed. I put on a Misfits t-shirt and black skin jeans. I walk back into my room and brush my hair real quick then look over at Gerard. He is sitting on my bed looking kind of down.

“Hey what’s bring you down dude?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Notes

Hehehe cliff hanger....
~Mad Lyz