You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction

☆ Hello, New Life ☆

I packed my belongings into a duffel bag, and Gerard, Frank and I, left the house. We headed straight to the airport. The trip to the airport was quiet. I could see that Gerard was a little stressed out about this. Bob was still listening to his iPod; Frank was snoozing; Ray was concentrating on the road; Mikey was playing with a piece of paper, folding it every which way.

We arrived at the airport, checked in, and were on a flight, to America, within the hour. The guys relaxed significantly on the plane; although they were still wearing their 'disguises'. They were all wearing hoodies, hats and sunnies. Frank had to also wear a scarf to hide his scorpion tattoo, on his neck. It was only when my stomach started growling that I realized that I hadn't eaten since lunchtime yesterday. I instantly noticed that I felt dizzy and light-headed; Frank, who was on my right, noticed – the others were all asleep. He called a flight attendant over, and asked for a meal, for me. I dug in hungrily; I hadn't noticed how famished I actually was.

Gerard woke up at around 2pm. Frank had fallen asleep about twenty minutes earlier, and I had been quite bored. I was eager to talk to him, when he woke up.

"What's going to happen when we land in America?" I asked him as he stretched his arms.

"Not sure yet. We'll have to present you to the press though." He yawned. I tried to hide the apprehension in my eyes, but he must've seen it. "Don't worry, it won't be too soon."

"This is so cool!" I commented. I'd only ever been on a plane once before, and that had been to Canberra, for school. I remembered the flight being: long, boring and uncomfortable. It was so much different in first class. Sure it was going to be long, and there were going to be boring spots, but it was so much more comfortable! I could probably enjoy it more.

"It probably is for you. To me it's just another day on a plane." He sighed.

"Can you please get my bag?" I asked.

"Yeah, hold on a sec." He stood up and retrieved my carry on bag from overhead.

"Thanks." I said as he handed it to me, and sat back down. I yanked the flap open and pulled out a little, black, leather notebook. I also grabbed a pencil. I opened my book and flipped to my most recent creation. It was a song I had been working on. I didn't realize Gerard, looking over my shoulder, until he started humming the tune. I jumped and hit him in the face.

"Fuck!" He said, rubbing his nose.

"Sorry! You startled me. Are you ok?" I babbled.

"I'm fine. That's a good song, you've got there. Just needs a few more tweaks."

"I've been working on it for ages."

"Is that all that's in that book? Songs?"

"Pretty much."

"Can I have a look?"

"I guess…it's kinda private, though."

"Fellow lyricist and musician here."

"Fine then." I said handing over my little, black book.

"Oh. My. God! You don't really feel this bad all the time, do you?" He asked worriedly. His eyes skimmed across the pages.

"Not at all. I don't really know why I write such depressing things." The word 'depressing' reminded me of so much that I had read. That Gerard was a smoker, that he suffered from depression; that his grandma had died, and he regretted not seeing her enough; that he was a high school reject. I had forgotten so much, clouded by the excitement and confusion of finding my father.

"That's good," He looked up at me, "Something wrong? You gonna be sick? You look very pale, Jadis." He was worried again.

"Yeah, just remembered something."