We'll carry on

Stormy Weathers

I heard bird's chirping happily outside my L.A apartment window.

I groaned and carried myself lazily to open my black, black-out curtains- I hated the light when I tried to sleep; Insomnia was a bitch- and I starred sleepily out my window.

The L.A sky was a gorgeous blue, and the sun was showing its face in full force that day.

I remember that day. That day would forever change my life...

I trudged to my small bathroom and opened the window by my shower. Small fact about any nice California house or apartment- Windows are absolutely everywhere.

I threw my white- yes, white- hair into a messy bun and pinned my frayed and slanted fringe out of my somewhat light, blue eyes.

I took about five minutes to wash my, for now, clear face. I loved that fresh clean feeling of benzoyl peroxide before I put my makeup on -which yes, in some ways, does defeat the purpose of cleaning my face- and got ready for the day ahead of me.

Today, however, was a special day.

I was going to my first My Chemical Romance concert. I saved so much money for so long, working double shifts.

I had been a die-hard killjoy for about 6 years, next year- 2008- would be 7 years of my favorite band. They got me through my awkward early 20's stage.

As a 20 something year old kid, I didn't much fit in with the rest of my college class.

I was that little, quiet, alternative kid in the corner of the library reading comic books, drinking coffee, and listening to music.

I stayed to myself ninety-nine percent of the time.

My Chemical Romance saved me from the bullies. They saved my from my life, from being alone, from self-harm most days.

Even after I graduated with my bachelor degree in design and a minor in art theory, they gave me a sense of purpose.

Like someone out there understood me. Every time Gerard spoke, I felt like he spoke directly to me. He was awful was names and good-byes, but he never forgot a face, or a feeling, and neither did I.

That particular morning, I decided I wanted to buy over-priced, delicious, crisp, coffee from my favorite coffee shop, Starbucks.

Swiftly and quickly, I straightened my razored, white hair- the one part of the "scene" phase that I never grew out of- I loved the look of it, it suited me - and quickly lined my eyes with black eyeliner and mascara.

I ran over to my closet, throwing on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a plain black tee-shirt. Of course I threw on my converse and grabbed my keys and wallet, and headed to get my morning fix, my coffee.

Starbucks was oddly vacant for a Saturday morning. People's lack of respect for coffee's powers always shocked me.

I personally drank coffee all throughout my day. It kept me energetic and perky; it helped me get shit done.

I got out of my old 2001 Honda civic, and walked towards the pearly gates of my morning.

The line seemed to move as if it were in slow-motion. It sucked because there were only 5 people in line-correction. 6, someone else walks in- and I was deathly tired.

Then suddenly, I hear the most familiar voice behind me.

"Fuck, I need coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee!" The voice behind me chanted.

I dared to look behind me swiftly, and practically fainted.

Gerard fucking Way was standing behind me in a Starbucks line in Los Angela's.

I started hyperventilating, which seemed silly for a 28 year old woman to be doing, but I wasn't your typical 28 year old woman.

My breathing started to steady, but like the genius I am, I lost my balance and began to fall backwards into the man of my dreams.

"Holy shit! Are you okay, sugar?" Gerard asked catching me as I fell to my embarrassing doom.

I blushed a cherry red and giggled nervously. "Yeah, I'm fine. I am so sorry! I'm somewhat uncoordinated. Two left feet, I suppose."

"Well, at least I was here to catch you, right?" He smiled, still holding me, and I swear to god, my heart stopped. His hazel eyes were beaming at me.

"Yeah, thank you for that." I said obviously star-struck by the mere fact that I was still in Gerard Way's arms in a Starbucks line.

"No problem, Uhm..." He paused indicating he wanted to know my name.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm Stormy." I announced as I blushed slightly.

Gerard helped me up, but kept his hand on my back, making sure I wasn't going to fall again.

"Hello, Stormy. I like that name, it's different. I'm Gerard." He announced proudly and grinned at me.

"I know, I'm a huge fan on My Chemical Romance. You literally saved my life with your music." I said sheepishly as I looked towards my red converse.

"Really? That means a lot to hear. Are you by chance attending our concert tonight?" His eyes seemed hopeful that I would be.

"Yes, I am. I've saved up for a year and a half to be able to see you in concert." I looked in his eyes, and he seemed honestly touched.

We talked about my life. He seemed to want to know me, like, really know me. After a while I found myself at ease with him, like I could tell him anything and I would be safe to keep it with him.

After we got our coffees, we sat by a window together in two red leather chairs.

The sunlight hit his raven black hair, and his gorgeous hazel eyes glistened like two gems. He was perfect. Somehow, he wanted to talk to me.

"So, Stormy. What is your favorite My Chem song?" he pried, gently poking my shoulder with his index finger.

"Oh god, I think The Light Behind Your Eyes would have to be my absolute favorite. If I had to pick." I blushed, taking a small sip of my venti coffee. He smiled at me.

"Mind if I ask why?" He looked at me over his coffee cup and smirked curiously.

"Well..." I started, kind of hesitant. "I feel like I can relate to that song a lot. Like, this person is telling someone they really love that the world sucks. It's like warning them that it's going to drain them, and make them feel like nothing. And they say that one day they will lose their fight but not to let the world take the light behind their eyes, because they know that with or without them, they can survive and make it. Even if they die, or leave this person, they know this person can make it. It's like saying 'hey, I know you're scared, and I won't always be here, but you can't let them take you alive, you can't let them take your ambition, your fire. And I guess I can just really relate to that, ya know?" I rambled, feeling my cheeks blush for the millionth time.

"Can you see into my mind or soul or something? Because you fucking nailed that song." He paused and looked at me almost as if he were taking me in. "Who hurt you Storm? Who made you feel those lyrics?"

"It's nothing. I'm just deep I guess." I frowned inwardly, but I smiled really big when I realized, he cared. Gerard Way actually cared about what I had to say, and that is a feeling I had never known before.