(A/n: I love Manchester United so does Della a lot. She's met David Beckham she like his little sister. Same with Wayne Rooney Her Uncle Eddie used to work for them, The team, Gerard is going to very odd in this chapter. Xx Lindsay)
(Della's POV)
June, 14th, 2007
"So do I have to go? I mean I'm already going with to see the sex pistols Reunion. Come on. I do not anything about Soccer." He whined. "It's called Futbol here. C'mon it will be fun!" I yelled. "Fine you owe me." He said. "Let's go." I said. "We're going to a Manchester game. And then a Sex pistols concert." He yelled. "Have fun!" Yelled Mikey.
"C'mon Della, I don't really know much about Futbol. So why take me. Take your Uncle." He said. "No, besides, I watch Horror movies with you." I said. "Fine." He said. We walked out of the hotel. "It's rainy, can people still play soccer in the rain?" He asked. "Yeah they can," I said.
(Gerard's POV)
"As long as no there is no, lightning." She said. "Okay babe." I said. "I'm not a babe, I'm more of a love." I laughed, and smirked. "Okay, love." I said. "Better." She and I walked along ways to her uncles' house. "So does he have to approve of me?" I questioned. "No, you meet him, remember my not so sweet sixteen candles-" she said. "Party, yeah yeah, I remember we just birthday sex. Doesn't look like Frank sorta?" I asked. "Yeah. He's taller though." She laughed so did I. we saw his house, more like she did. His house was nice. He didn't have an American car, it was Italian. We finally walked to the door. I was soaking wet, so were my socks. Della was shaking, she knocked at the door. "Della? And who is this? Hi I'm Edwin Charles Prior-Iero you?" He asked me. "Gerard Arthur Way you Brits are quite formal." I said. "Thanks." He said, his shirt said 'Never Mind the Bollocks here's the Sex pistols.', it was cool. I now know how Della knows who the Sex Pistols, Ramones, Dead Kennedy's, The New York Dolls, the clash are. She already know the Misfits her brothers. Frank more than Ray. She really liked Green Day, Nirvana, Blink 182, Hole, My Chemical Romance, Buzzcocks and Foo Fighters.
"Come in come in." Said her Uncle Eddie. He looked he could be Frank's dad, not Uncle. There are Italian on her mom's side, Puerto Rican and Portuguese also a little Argentine on there dad's side. "When's the game?" I asked. "5:35 pm, we've got 2 hours." She said. It was 3:35 right now. "So are going to the sex pistols?" He asked. "Yeah, you going?" He nodded. "Cool, you like Sid?" He asked, he bit his Jaw. "Yeah, he's cool, Sex Pistols are cool. I like Queen though." He sighed. "There a okay, band. Foo Fighters are playing, The day after tomorrow Della, and I have to backstage passes your aunt Theresa won't go. Unless It was nirvana." Della blinked twice, her thick black lashes moved also with her eyes. "Oh my god. I have to go. But Gerard is also playing." She said, she frowned. "Della spent so time with your Uncle. Besides you can see play anytime. At home, music videos, MTV, AOL sessions. C'mon love just go." I said. "Okay." She looked at me. "Okay." (A/n did I just do that? Black Parade has song about Cancer, Hazel, Gus, Monica, Isaac. And Famous Last Words, Alaska, Miles, That Asian kid. Night fighter joke.) she looked at me. "I guess I can read some Edgar Allen Poe for awhile and then watch, BBC?" She asked. "Sure." Said Me and Eddie. A little Later we told her Uncle Eddie and Aunt Theresa we got married. We talked about the wedding. I had pictures of it in my wallet, they were a little damp from the rain, but you could see the pictures. Her aunt looked like her. Only, Theresa was aged, and had a thiner face.
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"So, is Beckham playing?" I asked, getting a 'are you fucking stupid face!', from my wife. "No, he stopped playing in '03. But did get to meet him, and Wayne Rooney." I nodded. The rain cleared up, before we got there. I really sat most of the game, I had 4 cigarettes in 10 minutes new record, I was holding 2 in my mouth for the first 5, and the last two the final five. Manchester played Madrid, Spain. Della was not really sitting during the game. She was yelling "Go Manchester", or "Goal" or "Screw you Madrid". It very sexy. "So," I said. "It's half time." I said. "Yeah I need a beer. How 'bout you?" she asked. "How old do have to be drink here in England?" I asked. "18." She said. "Oh I'll take 2 beers and Chips, I mean Fries." I said. "Okay," she said. "I'll be back in 2 minutes." It was 6:07 pm. My phone buzzed. "damn it Mikey." I pressed the answer button, I was pretty happy. "Hey, Mikey 'Sup?" I asked. "Nothing, we're watching the game. Is Della being the Manchester United Super Fan?" He asked. "Yeah. It's quite sexy. It's half time." I said. "I know, who's the other Team?" he asked.
"Madrid, Spain." I said. "Okay she'd hurt me if I did not know. And Kill you." He said. "Yeah. Bye Mikey." I said & Hung up. Della came back with the Fries, 4 beers, and straws and napkins, and also a blue-red snow come. She gave me two beers, and one straw, a napkin, and fries. "Thanks, Dells." I said. "Welcome Hun." She said. "So they should start playing the game." We saw the rain pour hard. Too hard. "They can still play?" I asked. "Yea." She said. "So, we the sex pistols, tomorrow. Are we gonna have kids?"
(Della's POV)
"In the future. Not now. You need prove to me you won't leave." I looked at him. "I won't ever leave you. Always?" He asked. "Always." I kissed him. "Go," I heard someone say, I knew he would say Madrid. "Madrid!" Fuck him. "Babe," he said. "I love you." He said. "I love you..." I said. "Well thank you." Said Gerard, he smiled. "Manchester, England," I smiled, wide. "and you Gerard!" I yelled. "Thank you!" He yelled. "Why are you Yelling?" Asked A voice I knew. David. Beckham. "Just saying, 'Go Manchester'. Mr. Beckham." I said.
I also saw Victoria coming with
A 3rd child, besides Brooklyn and Romeo. "Who's the new baby?" I asked as she walked up. "Babe, you look good. This Cruz he was born in Madrid." Damn it. "Damn you." I said to her. She called me babe, because I was like a baby sister to her. "Hands?" Oh god. She remembers. When I last called her last, I told I'd have a ring on my finger. "Who's the lucky man?" She asked. "Him." I pointed at Gerard. "Gerard Arthur Way, from my chemical romance is mine." I said, giggling. she gave Cruz to David. "David Robert Joseph Beckham footballer, is mine." She laughed. I finished watching the game on Gerard's lap. Manchester won. Madrid lost the game. I was happy and Drunk; a Happy Drunk.
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June, 15th, 2007
I got a shit faced drunk at the game. I haven't been this drunk since I was in...Washington. The Sex Pistols tonight. I got up. I had a headache. Gerard was not next to me. he had, put his jean jacket, jeans, his flannel, his queen shirt, I stole, and his underwear which I stole. "Gerard!" I yelled, I only had my underwear bra on I put on his flannel, which was too small for me. "Yeah?" Oh good he's here. I was Jet lagged and hangover, and hungry, and thirsty for some water or coffee. "Ugh." I said, walking. "So, what's the plan for after the show?" I asked. "Well I'll leave to the hotel with you. And the next day you'll go on a double decker bus, and see Foo Fighters and meet Dave Ghorl." He said. "Okay, babe."
8:00 pm
funkybuddha, London, England.
(Gerard's POV)
Whoa, real Punk rock. Not Pop-Punk, Punk Rock. I've heard this stuff on Della's mixed Tapes Cd's. She also had, Nirvana on it, Hole, Foo Fighters the raw My Chemical Romance demos, also Aerosmith, A/C/D/C, The clash and Ramones.
"So is this wroth, some cocaine? Or heroine in honor of Sid?" I asked. "Sure." She said. The Sex Pistols, Set list:
Bodies, Anarchy In The U.K., God Save The Queen, Liar, and Holiday's in the sun, and You and me (Alice Cooper cover).
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FanficDella Iero's life has never been normal. Her brother acted as her dad; his girlfriend acted as her mom. She was the pony boy of the house, while her brother Ray was the Darry, and her brother Frank was the Soda pop. She lived next to Gerard Way. Who...
