Trainwreck (Gerard Way fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Gerard Arthur Way has always been my idol. Meeting that beautiful, god-like twig of man changed the way I see the world forever. His words were kind and wise, and never did he stray from the idea of compassion. Never will I forget the wise, heartfelt words that bled from his, In the words of Frank, slimy lips.

On October 9th, 2014 I was wandering through stores in fucking beautiful San Diego, California, on vacation with my best friend Presley for a Hemp Convention. We share a love for music and weed in which no other pair of degenerate teens can compare. We spotted a record store on the end of the mall and looked at each other with our pearly whites out and ready to blind. Racing to the door we had not a care in the world for what passers by thought of our shenanegans. Due to my excitment, I beat her to the door, took a deep breath and walked in. It was massive. It was almost as exciting as the pound and a half of weed we had baught the day before. I almost cried. I walked in with wonder in my eyes. As the angels sang hymns of rejoicing in my head I step-by-glorious-step ran my fingers across the rows of old dusty records along the right wall of the store. The genres of music stretched from screemo, to classical, to gospel, to country. I looked back for Presley but she was long gone, probably drooling down her shirt in the classic rock section. She gets a music boner everytime "Sweet Child of Mine" by Guns'N'Roses comes on the radio. I found my way to the section labled "Alternative Rock" and searched helplessly for My Chemical Romance. Somewhere close to the middle I found the "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge" album sitting in the top shelf. After about five minutes of recklessly reaching and cursing my mother for making me short i finally got it, it was the last one--fuck yes, I have it. Looking at it, humming the tune to my favorite song "Cemetery Drive" I hear a voice behind me. I froze unable to speak, I knew that voice anywhere. "That was my favorite album," he said. I turned to my right with tears in my eyes knowing who I was about to find standing before me. It was Gerard. I didn't know what to say, I was speechless. I let out a few wimpers and grunts then hung my head in shame. I knew he had to be thinking, "What a fucking loser." Then he put his hand under my chin and lifted my head till we met eyes. My heart raced. He smiled and told me that I had nothing to be emberassed about. I smiled and finally managed to get out what sounded to me like words. "I--It's my favorite too!" I said quietly. He looked down at his feet and laughed like a teenager would talking to his crush for the first time. He looked back up at me and held out his hand. "Gerard," he introduced himself. I shook his had and replied, "Libby." He told me that he liked my name and that I was one of the only fans that he'd ever met that hadn't completely flipped out when they met him. "It's because I know how to hold myself," I answered. He looked at me top to bottom and back up then replied, "I can see that," then winked. I had to stop and ask myself-- was Gerard Arthur Way FLIRTING with ME?!?! My heart raced again and I could feel my face flush crimson red. He began to talk again and told me that I didn't need to be shy around him. He then asked me where I live and he wanted to know about my family and friends. I told him about my mother, and my best friend Presley and that I have all these amazing internet friends. I couldn't hold my tongue. Talking to him--It just felt so right. I asked him if I could tough his hair quickly regrtting my words and hanging my head again. He grabbed my hads and ran my finger through his hair. It was sosoft and clean. I embrawced the feeling of every strand as they ran through my fingers. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Presley standing at the end of the store, she had a bag handing from her arm swinging back and forth as she stood still staring at me and Gerard not believing what she is seeing. She started laughing quietly to herself and pretended to hump the air, and mouting the words "Get that dick!" I couldn't help but laugh at her idiocy. Gerard looked back to see what I was giggling at--still holding tight to my hand-- but she had vanished. He looked back at me in question and I smiled reassuring him that I wasn't laughing at him. Presley peaked her head back around the corner and gave me a thumbs up then disappeared again. "What are you looking at?" My eyes widened. I didn't know what to say, but I couldn't lie to him. "My wingman," I said jokingly. He laughed the most sincere laugh and asked if I regularly came to music stores to pick up singers. "Of course!" I said sarcastically. He laughed again. I smiled and looked down at my feet, he thought I was funny. Someone from the front of the srtore yelled, "Gerard, Let's go! We've been waiting forever!" He looked over his shouder in shock and looked back at me. To my suprise he hugged me and whispered in my ear that he was glad he met me and that he'd really like to see me again. I held my breath in excitment. "Can i have your number?" he asked. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dropped it on the froor. I quickly bent to retrieve it and found myself smashing heads with Mr.Way. I stood and cupped my forhead with the palm of my hand-- God that hurt. I looked at him and laughed in pain as he was cupping his foread too. He reached down and picked up my phone with his other hand. He haned it to me and laughed again-- god he is so fucking perfect. I had to look up my number because I hadn't memorized my new one yet. He entered it in his phone and hugged me again. "See ya around bump buddy," he waved as he turned to head toward the door. I stood in peacful silence still holding my forehead as I watched him walk away. "His butts even better looking in person," I thought to myself. "Hey one more queston!' I yelled. He turend and smiled as if he had been hoping that I woud stop him before he was gone. He walked back and prepared himself for my question. "Can I touch your butt." He laghed looking down at his feet again. "I-- I mean-- I meant," I couldnt think of something to say. I'd ruined my chance for his interest. To my suprise, he said "I din't see why not," and turnes around. I bit my bottom lip thinking about how badly I wanted him to just take he right here on the floor of this record store. I cupped his ass with both hands and helt it tight. My world bent in slow motion. Classinc opera played loud as my eyes rolled back in my head and I squeezed my legs together. Take me Gerard, take me right now, right here. My momen ended as soon as it had begun and I found myself waving goodbye as I watched him walk out of my life again. Prelsey tapped me on the shoulder and asked for the details. I told her everything as we walked back to the hotel.

Two weeks had passed since we got home from California and I hadn't heard from Gerard. I had pretty much given up hope by then. Time went by and by and pretty soon I had forgotten all about the encounter. On Decmber 5th I recieved a text from a California number that said, "Sorry it's been so long, I lost my phone at a gig it LA. Just got a new one!" It had two laughing emojis at the end. I wondered why it would take a person like him almost three months to get a new phone. I jumped up and down in ecitment. It was him! I replied beck and said, "About time! I thought you had forgotten abut me!" A quick reply said, "Fuck no girl, I could never forget about you!" From there our conversations grew longer and more heartfelt. I would like to keep our coversations private for me. Some things just aren't meant to be shared. Our conversations have grown now stronger than ever and he has become by best friend.