Ghost Of You (My Chemical Romance)

Gerard's House

Me and Gerard eventually arrive at his house. He makes me some coffee as I sprawl across the couch. I cover my face with my hands. I can't believe Gerard Way of the band My Chemical Romance saved me from my self-inflicted demise! Gerard then carefully sets down the steaming coffee and runs over and grabs I blanket. I sit up against the back of the couch as he covers me up.

"So," he says, taking a sip of coffee, "You okay? What happened?"

"Well, my best friend and brother died, I've been an alcoholic for 3 years, and I have a eating disorder."

My eyes begin to fill with tears as the words come out of my mouth. My life was a mess. Gerard puts his arm around me and I lean into his shoulder. We sit there for a few minutes and I wipe the streaks of salty, fat tears from my face. Gerard gentle pushes me away from him and lifts up my chin to see my face. He smiles at me and gives me a long hug. His hug was nice and tight, but at the same time, gentle as a butterfly landing on a flower. He lets go of me and stands up. He comes back with some chips and turns on the tv. We watch some of The Walking Dead before I realize that my parents are probably worried sick about me.

"Hold on, let me call my parents," I say heading outside into the crisp winter air. I pull out my phone and my parents pick up.

"H-hello?" My mother says hopefully.

"Hey, I'm alive."

"OH MY GOD! RAVEN HAZEL LANCASTER YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE FOR SCARING YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER HALF TO DEATH!"

"How did you guys see the note this late at night?"

"When you closed the door, it woke your father up being the light sleeper he is."

"Ah. So listen, I'm really sorry about this. I've just felt so worthless lately and sad and-"

"We know sweetie. And I just want to let you know we love you and we want to help you. Okay well I've got to go tell your father the news. Goodbye."

"Wait, mom. I just want to let you know that the therapist doesn't work."

"I couldn't agree more. Well goodnight sweetie. Are you going to come home?"

"Um, no. I'm going to stay with a friend."

"Alright. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hang up and go back inside. I walk over and sit next to Gerard. We talk about life and our problems, but then he brings up the band.

"So, we've been needing a new guitar player, do you know anybody who plays the guitar well?"

"Um," I think, not wanting to mention myself, "I play a little and my friend used to."

His eyes widen. "Will you play some for me?"

"Yeah, sure."

Gerard walks upstairs and comes back down with a beautiful dark wooded acoustic guitar.

"Nice guitar," I remark.

"Thanks," he grins, handing be the guitar. I decide to play a couple rifts of Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin. I decide not to sing because I get nervous singing in front of people. I finish playing and I look up and I see his eyes are wide and then his phone rings. He picks up his phone and walks upstairs.

*_*_*_*_*_*_* Gerard's P.O.V *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

I walk into my room and flip open my phone. It was Frank.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, it's me. Have you found a new guitar player yet? We play a live set in 3 days!"

"I think I may have found the perfect person." I say slyly.

"Really? Is he really good?"

"Yeah. He's really good." I say putting emphasis on he.

"Good. We can set up a band meet up and we can meet him."

"Okay, how about at 3:00?"

"Sounds good, see ya."

"Bye."

I hang up and stroll downstairs. I then see Raven curled up, asleep. I slowly tiptoe up the stairs and hop into bed and slowly drift off into a sleep filled with nightmares.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

I wake up to the smell of pancakes and smile. I can't believe she got up to make me breakfast. I get up, stretch, and waltz downstairs in only my baggy Batman pajama bottoms.

"Hey," Raven greets plating up the pancakes accompanied with sausage.

"You didn't have to do that," I reply.

"Well you literally saved my life, so I just thought I'd repay some of my debt."

"Thanks. It looks great." I say grabbing a plate. I scarf down my food and go upstairs to get ready for the band meeting. I comb through my greasy black hair and put on a fresh pair of black skinny jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. I walk over to my calendar and see that it's December 15th, 2003. I then realize that I haven't done any Christmas shopping for the secret Santa thing we do every year. I shrug it off and proceed to make my way into the living room. Raven combed her dark glossy hair and wears what she wore yesterday, which consisted of blue skinny jeans with a Metallica shirt with the sleeves cut off. She look a lot better than yesterday having eat something and freshening up. She looks up at me. "Are you doing anything today?" She asks.

"Well I didn't want to tell you till later, but we might let you into the band with the way you played last night."

Her face became flushed. "R-really?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd want to be in the band. You seemed like a fan."

"Don't get me wrong I'm flattered. It's just, I get nervous in front of large crowds."

"It'll be a lot of fun," I add.

"Alright, I'll try it."

"Yes," I whisper. "The guys will be here at 3:00."

"Okay," she says switching on the tv.

We sit there in silence for a little bit until she leans against my shoulder. I blush and put my arm around her. We sit there in this position until we hear a slight tap on the front door.

A/N~

I'm going to try to post at least 2 chapters a day or sometimes maybe 3 if I feel like it so yeah, see you guys later. So long and goodnight.