Chemical! at the Disco- A Ryden/Frerard Tale

Chapter 5

Frank's POV:

We sit silently on our makeshift "Tour...Truck?", which was just Brian's truck. This time, Brian wasn't here; he just gave us the keys. Bob will have to go in the trunk again, or he'll have to sit on someone's lap, because two people will have to fit in when we pick them up from the coffee shop...This will be an interesting car ride. I put my elbow on the windowsill, and put my left hand on my cheek. Gerard was sitting next to me again, and there was an empty space for one of the winners. I put my hand on Gerard's and he squeezes mine. Mikey is driving and sees everything through one of the driving mirrors. He gives me a dirty look...Uh-oh.

We get out of the truck and start walking to the Starbucks we were supposed it meet them at. I feel a tug at my arm. Mikey pulls me aside. "Yo, what the fuck, man? Is there something between you and my brother? What is wrong with you? Anyone but him. Please."

He half-talks half-whispers. Then he walks away. I really wonder what is up with this guy now. Is it something I did? I hope not. That would scare Gerard away. I know that's a fact. Now I'm nervous to say anything to Mikey or Gerard. Thanks alot, Mikey. You fucked it up.

We walk up to the entrance of the Starbucks. No "Ryan Ross" yet, so we grab a table and wait for them, or him, or whatever. I don't know!

Ryan's POV:

The chicken cage person left midway through the ride. We had the option to move away from each other, but we didn't. Wait a second... Brendon has a girlfriend....This isn't happening...I'm so stupid! How did I think he would ever like me as more than a friend? I move my foot off of his. Yes they were still like that. We get off the bus a block away from the Starbucks. We're walking to the Starbucks and kind of close but kind of farther away from each other. An odd amount of space. Not too much. Not too little. Yet far from perfect. Brendon's hand swings then comes back and knocks mine a little bit...I just want to grab his hand, hold on tight, and never let go!! But, I can't. Even if I-No. I can't. That's it. Somehow Brendons suspender comes unclipped, it falls to the floor and he leans down to pick it up. I realize my shoe's untied so I figure I'd stop to tie it now while he was fixing his suspender and stuff. As I lean down to fix it Brendon is coming up with his one suspender and we...well..bump into each other..I guess you could say that. So we "bump," our lips touch. We're both just standing there half hunched over and we don't stop. We come up to a normal standing position and then he puts his arms around me and it's amazing! I just remembered about the slut. Oh I mean Emma. I pull away. He tries to bring us back together but I pull away harder, "What about E-" "Shh..."Brendon interrupts by putting his index finger onto my lips. "Ry, we broke up. I love you," He then pulled me back in. We kissed. I kissed Brendon Boyd Urie. It was amazing! I-I-I can't even put it into words, it's just what I wanted to happen and it did! Everything is perfect. And now we get to go spend a day with fuckin' My Chemical Romance!! I have no clue how long we kissed for, all I know is I didn't want it to stop. It ended up ending when we began to walk towards the Starbucks. We were now holding hands. A great first impression on MCR right? We walk into the Starbucks. There sits My Chemical Romance.

Gerard's POV:

So, it's been like ten minutes since we got here, and finally two people that look like our fans walk into the store. "Jesus Christ! That took forever! Hello! Which one's Ryan? And are you guys dating? Cute. I-" "Okay!" interrupted Ray, "Gerard, don't bombard them with questions! Thanks. Sorry about that guys." The kid in a red vest says, "Yeah..Um..I'm Ryan..Ross..Yeah..Ah sorry..But this is Brendon...and are we dating?" the boy looked towards the other boy, I could tell they were or wanted to, "Well, do you want to Ry?" Wow...hipster boy's got some game. "I-Well-I-Um...YES!" "Aw...Cute. A little awkward, but cute." I said weirdly, because why would I want these two random gay fans to know that I'm gay?! So, we had our coffee, and talked about, well, a topic semi-related to the event that just happened? This is gonna be a long day...The boy with the one suspender, Brendon apparently, finally spoke up without being asked a personal question after a long period of silence and said, "So how did you guys get into actually making music instead of just being a fan?" And Frank replied with, "Well, I started to like music when I was growing up. I listened to rock music like The Misfits and Green Day and other bands like that, and I was inspired to play the guitar, so I learned how to play and I was in this band called Pencey Prep, which-" Mikey interrupted Frank for some reason... "I learned how to play bass guitar when I was in high school and it sort of stuck with me. You know? So when Gerard called everyone up-" Then Frank interrupted Mikey for some reason as well... "Please don't interrupt me, Mikey." "Well, don't have an affair with my brother, Frank." That's when shit got real and awkward and disturbing and silent. I ran outside like a chicken, because I needed to take a walk, process this in my brain, and figure out what the fuck just happened. The kid named Ryan in the rose vest thing ran after me.

"Whaddaya want, kid?"

"Um, what happened back there?"

"I have no idea myself. I don't wanna go back there and face all of that awkwardness. It feels so...icky. I just can't."

"But, you and Frank..? You don't have to say anything if you don't want..I mean, me and my..um..Boyfriend I guess just like came out for all of you guys sooo..."

"Yeah...you did, but I can't just come out and say that. I'm scared. It's my brother. He's so overprotective of me. Sometimes I feel... uncomfortable when it comes to him witnessing the things in my love life, and I just don't want him to be angry with me. It's not my fault, neither is it his, or Frank's. I just don't feel comfortable when Mikey's around my... yaknow... love life." I just realized that I spat out all of my feelings to a fan, and it didn't feel awkward. This is great. I feel so confident right now. He then says,"Wow, I mean...You have no idea how much that all just makes me look up to you so much more because I'm just some shy anx sophomore and this shows that you're not perfect and you have struggles and it's not just a persona for your music...um yeah...I don't know..I'm Pretty. Um. Odd. If you haven't noticed yet.." Pretty odd? I think I've heard of that somewhere. Nevermind.

Anyways, the boy and I walk back to the coffee shop to find an arguing Mikey and Frank, and a confused Ray, Bob, and Brendon. When I walk in, Mikey and Frank stop fighting and stare at me. I don't like this. I am tempted to walk out again, but Ryan guards the door, so I walk straight up to them. "Can I ask you both something? Why the hell are you talking about me? I am so uncomfortable with the way that you have handled things, Mikey. I saw the dirty look you gave Frank in the truck, and I also saw you pull him over and discuss something that you couldn't say with me listening, so it was probably about me, and now this argument, which by the way, is SHIT! Frank, my brother is overprotective, so he gets agitated, so please don't agitate him. I know that you try to make a good first impression, but he's different. That's right, Mikes. You're different. Everyone is. You have no reason to be this way in front of someone I love, or anyone in fact. Now, everyone, we have caused a scene in a fucking Starbucks. Are you happy? I hope you are. We have wasted an hour of poor Ryan and Brendon's time with us, to have an argument, again, in a fucking Starbucks. Now, do you want to waste more time arguing about complete shit, or do you want to have some fun and spend time with everyone and especially Ryan and Brendon over here?" Everyone went silent, and every eye was staring at me. "STOP staring at me!!! Let's go, Ryan, Brendon, we don't need those other guys. Bob, come along with us. Ray, stay with them." And off we went.