Philippa P.O.V
I didn't really think about Gerard until I saw him on MTV.
"I THINK THEY HAVE THE NAME WRONG, THAT IS SOOO NOT GERARD WAY!" I gasped.
Marisa, my best friend since college, walked over to me.
"AAAAAAGGHHHHH MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE AAAAAAAGGGHHHH THERE'S MY FRANKY AAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Chill out." Grubbs, my brother, yelled.
We were in our 20s but we all lived with my parents.
Grubbs walked over and sat next to me.
"Who's he?"
"MY LOVE, GERARD WAY!!" I yelled.
"I'M TEXTING FRANK ALTHOUGH I AM SUPPOSED TO BE MAD AT HIM BECAUSE HE HASN'T CALLED IN WEEKS!!!" Marisa ran to her phone.
I sighed, then chuckled a bit.
"What?" Grubbs asked.
"I have to start reading his letters again."
"He still writes you?"
"Every week."
"THAT'S ADORABLE!!.....NO NOT YOU FRANK. I MEAN, YES, YOU ARE AN ADORABLE LITTLE SHIT!!!"
"Do you think he loves me?"
"Or he's the craziest man alive. Write to him, Phil."
I shook my head, "never, Grubbs, never."
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Letters from the Grave Stone
Fanfic"I loved Gerard Way before anybody else did, including himself." Gerard Way fanfic so uh yeah.. read it.
