"Just Friends."

Chapter 7

Gerards P.O.V.

"Mikey! Hurry it up! Rays gonna get here any minute!" Mikey stayed at my place for the rest of the day. After we left Mel's, we drove to his house to pick up his stuff, came back to my apartment, and here he is, hurrying it up to look for useful things during our mini road trip. He peeked his head out of the guest room in my apartment. "Should I bring my book?" I rolled my eyes. "Only if you wanna read during the drive, Micheal." He gave me a disgusted look. "Quit being a smart ass, Gerard."

I again rolled my eyes and heard a honk outside. "Mikey! He's here!" I grabbed my stuff as Mikey grabbed his stuff and his book and ran out in a rush, making sure he was careful at the stairs. I lived on the second story balcony of the apartments. I closed the door and locked it, shoving my keys in my bag of stuff and running downstairs. Ray was already waiting, standing outside the van. "Throw your stuff in the back and get your asses in the backseat, we've got a club to get to and a gig to play."

I opened the door to the backseat and saw that Frank was already sitting there, and onthe other seat, Bob. The van had the two passengers seats, and two single seats in the middle, leaving a small space for the backseats, where three people could fit. I went to sit im the very back, and frank followed, leaving bob in the middl of the van and ray and mikey up front.

Ray soon headed his way to the club on the far side of Jersey. I was looking out the window, watching the trees fly in the other direction that we drove. The sky began turning a bright red, pink and purple. I soon felt Frank grab my hand, and i froze, not aware of how to react. I turned around, Frank looked at me and i couldn't help but looking at him and then looking down at our hands. I grabbed him tighter and began to feel my face turn red.

"Wanna take a nap?" He said over the sound of the loud music Mikey was playing and the conversation between Ray and Bob. "Sure." I yawned and leaned back to lay down. Frank layed down on top of me, his head on my chest, my hand up his shirt, my other hand under my head. Thankfully this van was big enough to make this position comfortable, and soon, both me and Frank were sound asleep.

I heard a faint sound. Someone was calling my name. "Gerard?" It was getting louder and louder. "Gerard! Frank! Wake up!" I shot up. We were here. All five of us grabbed our stuff from the back and Ray untied the bag of guitars he had put on top of the van. Mikey took out Bob's drum kit in the small space from the back, and we all went backstage from the club. It was nightfall, and when we walked in, it was way darker, with neon lights here and there that i could see at the front of the club stage. "You guys are finally here-" a guy with blond hair and flannel shirt said walking up to us. He had a headset on. Was this that serious? "-and right on time too. Your up! The curtains down so put your supplies right over there." He pointed behind the curtain and walked away.

We all quickly put up the drum set and guitars along with the microphones and set our stuff right beside us on a table, i layed my stuff beside Mikey's book and walked up to the microphone. Everyone was ready.

"Introducing our special guests, here to preform at the club for us!" The curtain slowly raised. And everyone cheered. I was pumped. Ray and Bob started us off with the first part of the song, a guitar riff and some drums playing, the others joined in, and soon it was time for me to start.

Well, I know a thing about contrition,
Because I got enough to spare.
And I'll be granting your permission,
'Cause you haven't got a prayer.
Well I said hey, hey hallelujah,
I'm gonna come on sing the praise.
And let the spirit come on through ya,
We got innocence for days!

Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell,
Everybody burn the house right down.

And say, ha
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.
Tell me I'm a bad man,
Kick me like a stray.
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.

After a few songs and we were finally sweaty and pumped, the guy from earlier came out. Everyone in the club was cheering. He turned to us quickly and shouted through the loud noise "hey, what are you guys' name?" I turned to the others. Shit! We need a band name! I quickly turned over to our stuff at the table "ummmm.." i saw mikeys book laying there. The title read "Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance." I had an idea. I turned around. "My Chemical Romance!" I blurted out. The others seem to like that name.

The guy turned around "MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE EVRYBODY!" the crowd cheered even louder. I had a huge smile on my face. I think we just became a thing. My Chemical Romance.