My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Prologue

I pushed a few people out of my way as I ran closer to the circuit. I need to get as close as I can- this race is an important one. I'll never forget it.

It's the last race Gerard Way will have as a part of BL/I, the most famous club around here in California. If it's not a big deal to you, I don't know what to say. Gerard Way is what made this club any good and I will stand by this statement. You can fight me on Twitter about this.

I pushed my long, black hair out of my face, shivering in the chilly April air. It was one of the rare colder days, and I did not appreciate that. Good fucking timing, the one day I decide to spend outside the fucking north wind will get here. How rad. I pulled my leather jacket closer around myself, the brief moment causing me to run into a kid. I apologized quickly, before continuing my awkward half-run-half-walk. I hope he's okay. Not in the mood to deal with an angry mother today.

I finally made it to the front, panting heavily. I got a few dirty looks but who gives a fuck? It's all for a good cause. Said cause being me seeing Gerard more properly. I've been to most of their races- almost every single one since they joined BL/I. They were one of the reasons I wanted to start riding in the first place.

Can't believe i'll probably never see them racing again...

I shook that thought from my head. I can't think like that. I will see them again, for sure. They're so young, only a year and a half older than me- surely they can make it.

But who knows? BL/I is the most famous club around, and I don't want them to move...

I sighed and leaned on the barrier that separated the public from the circuit. I was so damn excited for this. A bored looking mother was scrolling on her phone next to me as her two kids jumped up and down excitedly, and behind me I could hear two older men discussing how this race would go. I would've joined the discussion but I'm fairly sure none would care for what I have to say.

I ended up zoning out once again, facing towards the starting line. There wasn't much I could do other than this, and I still had half an hour before the start of the race. I could scroll through my phone but I forgot to charge it.. so that's a no. I could see who the others are rooting for... never mind that's a no as well I'm afraid. The last time did absolutely not go well and I have no intention of repeating that.

"Hey man. You waitin' for someone?"

I was shaken out of my (probably third) inner monolog by someone walking up to me from behind. It was a dude, probably a few years younger than me. He had bright, white hair and was wearing a matching white jacket. Despite not appearing that old he seemed to know his stuff.

"Uh.. don't think so? Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just wanted to see if this place's free. I couldn't get close to the barrier anywhere else, a bunch of old men were in my fuckin' way."

"Oh. Well, I'm not waitin' for anyone so go ahead I guess."

I turned my attention back to the starting line, noticing a bunch of guys setting up. I was looking for that bright red hair, hoping to see my favorite biker of all time.

"Who are you rooting for, by the way?"

The guy next to me spoke again. He seemed to have noticed the action as well, since he was staring towards the starting line just as intensely.

"Gerard," I answered, not even pretending to think about it. "And you?"

His eyes, that had been full of boredom until now lit up and he turned to look at me properly.

"Gerard Way? Like, from BL/I? Oh thank fuck, finally someone who agrees with me. I'm telling you, they'd have only half their fame without that guy."