I'm in Love...with a Rockstar (MCR)

Chapter Fourteen: Another Concert

        The next day, we arrive in New York, my first actual gig. It starts in six hours. We check into our hotel, separate rooms. We all file into Gerard's room to do our makeup, and discuss things. The bus ride never comes up. Mikey comes forward with a makeup kit in his hand. He sets it on the bed.

        "May I?" I nod. He opens the kit and pulls out some white eye shadow. He takes a brush and covers my face, making me look pale. He pulls out some red eye shadow. "Close your eyes." I obey, and he applies a thick layer of the eye shadow to my lids. Then, he puts it away and pulls out a container of pain. He lifts the lid and dips one finger in the black, shiny substance, before dragging it from the top of my eyebrow, across my eyelid, and down to the middle of my cheek. He does this three more times, making black X's on my face. He hands me a mirror. My black hair falls in sheets down around my shoulders. My face as white as a sheet, with the red shining boldly, and the black making my eyes pop. I smile.

        "Thanks."

        "We have to do your hair now." He puts the eye shadow and paint back into the kit and wipes his fingers on a towel. "You don't mind if we cut it do you?"

        "No. Go ahead." He steers me to a chair and makes me sit. He cuts my hair in layers, the longest being at my shoulder. Then he takes a red hair dye and streaks my hair.

        "You look beautiful." He helps me from my chair.

        "Thank you." I run my hand through my new haircut. It feel weird, it being so short. Gerard tosses me a leather jacket. "It won't be too hot?" I ask.

        "It probably will, but you'll have the shirt under it and if you throw it off, it'll look real cool."

        "Alright." I pull it on. I slip on the pair of boots that Ray hands me and stand up. They're standing stock still, staring at me.

        "Are you sure you want to do this?" Mikey asks, linking his arm through mine.

        "Yeah. It'll take my mind off...'it'." I say, looking down at my stomach. Mikey puts his hands where, in a few months, my stomach would swell.

        "We CAN do it, ya' know."

        "I know." I pause. "I'll be right back." I say and rush out of Gee's room. I run into mine and bolt the door. I slide down, back against the wall, until I'm sitting on the floor. I don't dare cry, or I'll mess up Mikey's masterpiece. I just sit, and think of what a stupid thing I've done.

        "Pierce?" It's Frank. "Are you okay." The door opens and he slips into the room, sitting on the floor next to me. "How are you?" I stare at his lip ring.

        "Horrible."

        "I'm sorry."

        "It's not your fault."

        "I know."

        "I'm not going to leave."

        "Okay?" He looks at me, confused.

        "I...I thought you might want me to leave."

        "Why?" He asks. "Why would we ever ask you to leave? You've been through so much with us and besides, you're amazing." I blush.

        "Thanks Frank." I pause, "Don't tell Mikey." I say, "But I found someone to adopt the little....person." I say, staring at my stomach.

        "Really?"

        "Yeah. I was looking through the newspaper, and it turns out that there is a place for people who want to adopt kids. And I contacted a couple that seem very, very nice. I haven't told Mikey that I'm not going to keep it. I don't want to yet."