Gerard Way Fell In Love With Me

The Stage

Kat's P.O.V

I was back stage watching Gerard perform. Jessie stood by me. Her blue hair bobbing up and down as she danced around.

I smiled as random pairs of socks were thrown onto the stage. "Socks." Gerard said walking around them, looking at the multiple styles at his feet. "So many fucking socks."

"The man sure does love his socks." Jessie said with a laugh.

"That's what he gets for tweeting what socks he's wearing before each show." I laugh. "The guys insane." Just then there's a tap on my shoulder. I jump and turn round to see a pink monkey. Lola. I wish I knew who was in that thing. She waved at us as she headed on stage.

We watched as Gerard sang Millions, No Shows, Brother, Maya The Psychic, Drugstore Perfume and Juarez. It was brilliant.

Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>>

One hour later.

Jessie had gone straight after the show. She was meeting up with her boyfriend. So Gerard convinced me to go back to the bus for a drink. So we were sat in our usual places talking about my favourite bands.

"I'd have to say besides MCR, obviously, I like ADTR, BMTH, Good Charlotte, Evanescence, Fallout Boy and Avenged Sevenfold. So not many." I give a small laugh.

"Favourite song by each?" Gerard asks, smiling.

I frown as I try to work it out. "ADTR is All Roads Lead To Lauderdale. BMTH is Shadow Moses. Err...Good Charlotte is The Anthem. Evanescence is Going Under. Fallout Boy...Dance Dance and Avenged Sevenfold has to be Nightmare."

"You missed My Chem and me."

"Nosey aren't you?" He laughs. I sigh. "Fine. MCR is hard because I love them all. But if I had to choose it would be...I'm Not Okay. As for your songs...No shows, Millions and Brother. I can't pick between them."

Gerard smiles. "What if you had to?"

"I can't and I don't have to so I'm not."

He goes serious all of a sudden. "We go back to America in the morning."

I sigh. "I know. I'm gonna miss us hanging out. It's been fun."

"I'm gonna miss you too."

"We could stay in touch. You can still text me or phone me."

"Do you have a Skype account?"

"Yes." I write it down on a piece of paper he hands me. He writes his down and we exchange them. I put his in my jeans pocket. We sit in silence for a while. Then he's says something I didn't expect to hear.

"Come with me." He says.

I look into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me." He repeats. "I have spare rooms. You can stay with me. Come with me."