You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction

☆ New Jersey ☆

"Crap!" I said, opening my bag to a pile of wet clothes. I dug around, and pulled out my drink bottle. Almost empty. I sighed.

"Who pissed in your bag?" Frank laughed, examining the situation from over my shoulder.

"I need a shirt! Ugh!" I dug around some more and found one mostly-dry T-shirt. On the front it said, 'Mikey. Fuckin'. Way!', "Of course that's the only one that's not soaked." Frank laughed again. I sighed, stood up and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the new day. I put a hoodie over the top of the shirt, but I was too hot. I didn't feel the cold, even though it was miserable and freezing outside. I walked back into the room, that I was sharing Bob. We had arrived at the boys' recording home. It was where they created all their works of art. Frank had come in to wake us up. Bob, Frank and I all headed into the kitchen space together.

"Nice shirt!" Alicia giggled as we entered. I blushed. Mikey turned to look, and laughed as well.

"All my other clothes are wet. My drink bottle leaked!" I said, trying to justify the embarrassing top.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Jamia asked, kissing Frank on the cheek, then heading over to the fridge.

"I'm going to go see what Gerard's up to." Frank said, leaving the room before anyone could answer.

"He left in hurry. Where's the fire?" I asked light-heartedly.

"Smoking club." Alicia told me, with a disgusted tone.

"I think it's getting worse." Lyn-Z commented sadly.

"Well, let's have some breakfast!" Bob said, changing the subject. I walked over to the fridge, and pulled out a carrot. I pealed it then started munching on it.

"You look like a fucking rabbit." Mikey joked.

"You look like a fucking vampire." I teased, as he took a bite of bacon.

"Maybe I am…Want a bite?" Mikey taunted again, offering a piece of bacon to me.

"That's really disgusting! Poor little piggy!" I said, turning away.

"Mikey, stop teasing her. That really is foul." Frank told him.

"You're back quick. Did you two fight?" Bob questioned suspiciously.

"No no!"

"You ran out of fags, didn't you?" Jamia asked him incredulously. Frank looked down guiltily. She sighed.

"That is so gross!" I screeched. "You guys smell like a fucking fireplace! But worse!"

"They taste worse! Trust me!" Lyn-Z said. On her face was a look of mock seriousness.

Frank headed over to the fridge, and pulled out a bunch of containers. I watched him as he concocted something. When he was finished, he handed me a plate. Then sat down, next to me, with a plate of his own. He had made a very yummy looking salad.

"I can't even get the toast out of the toaster! This looks delish. Thanks."

"Hey, no problem. It's good to have another person who understands." He said. As he spoke, his breath drifted towards me, and I smelt smoke. As I inhaled the smoke, I began to cough.

"You okay?" He asked sending more smoke coated breath my way, I started coughing even harder. My breathing became uneven. Mikey stood up, and quickly scurried out of the room. Frank started patting my back. I stopped coughing, but I still couldn't breathe very well. Mikey returned, and thrust my puffer at me. I inhaled deeply, and gratefully caught my breath.

"So much for practically never using that thing. That's twice this week!" Bob exclaimed.

"Smoke." I said. Frank looked down guiltily again. He pulled out a packet of mints, from his pocket.