Doodles (Geetrick)

"Actually, it's My Chemical Romance."

Gerard was almost late to work the next morning.

He woke up like he normally did and took his damn time in the shower, washing his hair and his face and his whole body, too, then dashed out the door as soon as he was dressed and he looked presentable. He made his usual stop at Starbucks then practically ran to the building, not realizing how close he actually was to being late until he sat down at his desk and looked at the time.

The first thing he did was look at the week’s agenda again, which had been updated since Monday. The mystery man from the day before didn’t lie when he said he could get Gerard out of there, because sure enough, an edit to the Thursday schedule had been made, and it said that Gerard was leaving at noon. He mentally cheered.

For the next couple hours, he scrolled through emails, critiqued some people’s work, and made many more sticky note doodles. At one point, he scribbled ‘ Noon! ’ on his arm, near the bend of his elbow, since he knew no one would see it there. He smiled as he took note of the time, the little clock on his computer monitor now reading 12:00. He stood up from his desk, said his goodbyes to his coworkers, and walked out of the building. Frank was waiting outside in his with the rest of the band and their instruments, just like Gerard had asked. He ran over to the car and hopped in, the sound of a Fall Out Boy record filling his ears as they hit the road.

They arrived at the venue at around 12:30, and Gerard saw mystery man waiting for them all outside. He helped them get all their gear inside and helped them set it up, then disappeared backstage once Gerard and the others were all set. Gerard started pacing around nervously, his mind going a hundred miles per minute. He'd probably freak out as soon as he laid eyes on one of Fall Out Boy’s band members, and he didn't want to think about what would happen if and when they started talking to him.

A couple minutes later, mystery man came back, with Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz in tow. “So, this is that band I was talking about.” He said, gesturing from the two to Gerard, Frank, Ray, and Mikey. “My something Romance? Sorry man, I can't remember.”

“It’s My Watercooler Romance!” Frank exclaimed, the laughed, which earned a reaction out of Pete. Gerard never wanted to punch Frank more than he did in that moment.

“Actually,  it’s My Chemical Romance.” Gerard said, lightly elbowing Frank in the ribs. “This guy’s been making that joke for months, sorry.”

“Hey, I thought it was pretty funny!” Pete said, pushing mystery man away and taking a step closer to the band.

“Yeah, I guess it was.” Patrick also took a step forward, his glance shifting from Gerard to Frank and he rest of the band, then back to Gerard.

“I try to be funny! Anyways, I’m Frank, the one with the fro is Ray, the quiet one over there is Mikey, and the one who’s trying not to scream is Gerard.” Frank pointed to each person as he said their name.

“Careful, Frank, don't make him mad.” Mikey said a bit quietly.

“Yeah, too late.” Gerard sighed. “So, we heard you're looking for an opener for tomorrow night’s show?”

“Yeah, we are, actually. Oh, that’s Pete and I’m Patrick, but you probably already knew that, um…” Patrick mumbled the last part quietly. Gerard honestly thought it was adorable. “So, just play us some stuff, I guess? We’ll be in the front row.” He watched as Pete easily hopped off the stage and into the first row of seats. He quickly followed suit, trying to keep hip himself from getting embarrassed when he almost tripped and fell after hopping onto the ground.

Gerard turned to his band. “Same as last night?” Everyone nodded, and Gerard took a deep breath as he turned to face his audience. He tapped his foot once, twice, three times, then the low hum of the guitar filled the once quiet arena.

The shakiness in Gerard's voice went away after the second song was over. After the fourth song, Pete whispered something to Patrick, he whispered something back, and the two of them smiled. Pete stood up before they could start another song, giving a signal to Gerard, who then gave another signal to his band. They all stood in silence for about thirty seconds.

“You guys need to be here at four tomorrow for sound check and shit. Feel free to walk around and get familiar with this place, since you'll be in it for at least six hours.” Pete smiled. “Welcome to the tour.”

Patrick smiled and stood up, walked up the little stairs back onto the stage, then disappeared backstage. He made sure he was in his dressing room and alone before rolling up his sleeve up past his elbow. The word ‘ Noon! ’ was scribbled right at the bend of his elbow.

He saw that same word in the same place on Gerard’s arm, since at some point, Gerard rolled his sleeves up.

Then the realization hit him.

Patrick Stump’s soulmate was Gerard Way.