Heaven Help Us (MCR/Gerard Way Fan-Fic)

Hello Internet Goblins!

I have been working on this story for a while, so I figured that I would start posting it. I don't own MCR, however, I do own all of the original characters and the plot line and yada yada stuff like that. 

If you like this story and you haven't read my other MCR fan fic, then I would appreciate it if you went over and read that one with your little goblin eyeballs. It is titled 'Bandit Lee and Cherry Iero' in case you were wondering. You can also find it if you go to my profile.  I've heard that it's pretty good, so...yeah. Yay for self promotion! 

Anyway, here's the story. I hope you enjoy it, and I would enjoy it if you would possibly leave me feedback of some kind in the comments or whatever.

Now go. Read. Enjoy. Or not, I don't really care.

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I walked into the last class of the day, Art. It was nice after five periods of boring classes that seemed to drag on forever to have an hour to relax myself through whatever assignment we got and letting my hands create with whatever medium I chose.

I was shocked to not see my teacher, Mr. Tompson, sitting at his desk with his sketchbook or painting on the easel. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Neither were any of the pieces that he normally kept up on the walls. Just student work.

I glanced around, confused and skeptical, before slowly making my way to my usual seat in the back and awaited the company of my best friend, Ophelia Canid. She would probably be late though, she always seemed to be.

The bell rang to confirm my suspicion, and the schools principal walked into the room. He walked to the front and cleared his throat.

“Okay,” he stated once everyone was silent. “I am sorry to say that Mr. Tompson will not be teaching at this school anymore, and the new art teacher will not be here until tomorrow. Mr. Way is coming all the way from California, so I’m sure he’ll have a lot of stories to entertain your delinquent minds.” Oh yeah, did I mention our principal was a dick? Well, he is. “For today, I will personally be watching over you, so don’t even think about doing anything funny. Just sit at your desks and color or whatever that heck you do in this useless class.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my sketchbook. I was disappointed slightly at the fact the Mr. Tompson was gone, but I wasn’t really close to him so it didn’t really matter. Hopefully Mr. Way will be cool. He has the same last name as two of my idols, so he couldn’t be that bad.

With that on my mind, I started sketching Gerard Way, trying to conduct his face from my memory as best as I could. I decided to draw him in his Black Parade uniform because it was easiest to keep it black in white when I was drawing in pen, and I really didn’t want to pull out my pencil set from my bag. 

“You suck so much,” I jump at Ophelia’s voice which was suddenly behind me. I glanced over in time to see her sitting down in the chair next to me. “Why cant I draw like that?” I just smirk and look over to where she had pulled out her sketchbook and opened it to reveal an  unfinished, beautifully complex picture of a girl on a swing. I didn’t understand, it looked really good.

“Ophelia,” I say. “You’re drawings are just as good as mine.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But I’ve been working on this for two days, and you did that in like fifteen minutes.”

“Miss Canid,” Mr. Lan shouted from the front of the room, causing the both of us to jump. “I don’t suppose you’d like to share what you were talking about with the class would you?”