You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction

☆ The Guys ☆

"We better go, don't wanna keep the guys waiting." Gerard grabbed my arm and towed to toward the front door. He stopped on the threshold. I watched as he put on a hat, pulled his hood up and put on some sunglasses, "Let's go." He took my hand and guided me to a beat-up looking minivan. He opened the side door, and shoved me inside. He jumped in after me and slid the door shut.

"Jadis, this is Frank, Ray, Bob and your uncle Mikey." He point to each in turn, punching Mikey in the arm playfully.

"Hi," I said shyly.

"Fuck!" Exclaimed Frank, "She looks like you Gee!"

"Gee's an old fuck!" Ray taunted.

"Shut-the-fuck-up, Ray!" Gerard snapped.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Bob piped up. Jumping into the driver's seat, he started the car and took off.

"Fucking Australians driving on the wrong side of the fucking road!" Ray said under his breath, as Bob nearly hit a car.

"You fucking Americans drive on the wrong side of the road! Not us!" I shot back.

"Whoa! She even sounds like you, Gee!" Frank laughed. I wandered over to Mikey and sat down, while Gerard and Frank brawled.

"You always this quiet?" I asked him, "By the way, it's compulsory to where a seatbelt in Australia." I reminded them, as I pulled mine around my waist.

"Right," Mikey mumbled, doing the same.

I sat in silence, next to Mikey, until Gerard finally won the battle, and came to sit on my other side.

"You alright? Ignore the fucktards, I do." He told me, "Mikey, you're freaking her out."

"Sorry," Mikey mumbled again.

"It's not that," I said quietly, "It's just overwhelming."

"What is?"

"Having a family other than my mum. My grandparents died before I was born, my mum's an only child. It was always Mum, Mumble and Me."

"Mumble? Who's Mumble?" Frank laughed.

"My dog. Blue Heeler or Australian Cattle dog, if you prefer."

"Smart little thing, aren't you?" Mikey whispered, almost inaudibly.

"You should see her room, Mikey." Gerard told him. Suddenly I remembered my school bag slung over my shoulder. In all the chaos, I hadn't dropped it off. Good thing I always carried a spare set of clothes in it, I'd want to change soon. I also had my school laptop in it. I ripped the flap open and yanked out my laptop and USB. I shoved my USB in a port and logged on. A menu popped up, asking me what I wanted to do. I opened a folder showing the contents of my USB.

"What are you doing?" Frank asked curiously.

"You don't need to see my room. My USB and laptop will give you a fairly good idea." I opened up the folder labelled 'MCR Stuff'.

"We have a folder?" It was Mikey who spoke this time. His voice was edged with amusement. He was looking over my shoulder, at my computer screen.

"You have more than just a folder." I told him, glad he'd started talking to me. In the folder were more folders. There were: Photos, Videos, Music, Other. It was only when I became aware of the eyes on me that I started to blush.

"Fuck, Gee! Was her room like this too?" Mikey asked.

"Worse." Gee smiled.

"Aw, she loves us, Gee." Frank cooed sarcastically.

"Frank, it's past your bed time." Ray called from the front of the van.

"Just because I'm the youngest…"

"Frank!" Gerard growled.

"Can I see some pics?" Mikey asked me.

"Sure." I replied, clicking on the photo folder. Inside were, once again, more folders.

"You're too organised." Mikey commented.

"Oh, God!" Gee groaned.

"What?" Frank asked.

"She's got 'Frerard' pics!" Mikey laughed. I blushed again.

"Who doesn't?" I muttered to myself.

"Projekt Revolution?" Mikey guessed.

"Yeah…" I whispered. I jumped suddenly when Mikey started laughing his head off. In that moment, he looked so much like his brother.

"You know…you two…will…never live…that…down," Mikey said, between bursts of laughter.

"We. Are. Not. Gay! We're both fucking married, Mikey! To women!" Frank snapped through gritted teeth. He clipped each word. I sighed in relief to hear him say that, and then was startled when Gerard started laughing as well. I looked around and realized everyone was having a little giggle.

"Frank, these pictures beg to differ!" Mikey laughed. I was glad he was a bit more comfortable now. I leant my head against my dad's (that sounds so wrong for him) shoulder. The shock of everything had really exhausted me.

"Where are we going?" I asked quietly once everyone had quietened down. I was on the brink of unconsciousness, but it had occurred to me that I had no idea where he was taking me.

"A hideaway on the coast. It's where we always stay when we come here on tour. No one knows how to find it except us."

"Sounds nice." I yawned, falling into a deep sleep.