MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^It's just the drugs | G.W.

(A/n)

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Warning to drugs and alcohol abuse

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Feelings and demonstrations of such lost among continuous nights of touring, but it was difficult to really discern what kept you two together; exhaustion, conditions, feelings or the drugs? The nights went by as a blur that could easily be resumed in sleeping, drinking, music and drugs. It was ironical how you had started the tour with such good goals such like stop getting high or drinking so often and actually trying to be healthier, but the exhaustion that started taking over through the time was stronger. The same was shared by the other members of the band, but not at the same level.

You couldn't tell exactly when did waking up to a naked Gerard next to you started becoming something normal. After that, you were suddenly glued to him all the time; what was that? Well, who needed an answer anyways. You could find a comfort and happiness in being there like this. It was like you just established a relationship, without ever voicing it - something natural.

He would always be there. Lips pressed to yours whenever you needed and that cute giggle to cheer you up all the time. You went through the hard times together, encouraging each other - in the most different ways - before concerts and other uncountable moments. Even if you couldn't think straight for most of the time, one thing was right; you loved him.

Through it all, things started getting difficult, maybe out of hand. Was there an interview in which you were clean...? You couldn't really tell, but you remember that one time in which all you had done before it was to have a drink and that's it. Once, you got surprised with finding out the existence of an interview you didn't remember about. It happened a few times more until, seeing an specific one, you were shocked to sober up a bit and thereafter reality started to sink in.

Were you really living? Was it all about getting high then... getting high? Ray's words echoed in the back of your mind and you finally understood what he meant some weeks ago, plus the reason of the look he had on his face whenever he saw one of the other band members in a bad situation. That same look decorated your features as you observed them - Mikey was quietly sitting on the floor as leaning against the bus, probably not even in this reality anymore, while Ray tried to help him and Frank. Your heart sunk when you saw Gerard stumbling on the sidewalk and that made you freeze, thinking.

After a hard while trying, it was the first time you were really in your right mind and not thinking about getting high once again, as much as your body pleaded you for so. It was like you were finally able to see clearly after walking around in the dark with a flashlight in hand for so long, feeling an incredible relaxed sensation while some thoughts still wanted you to return to the dark - you forced yourself to continue in the light.

Anyways, it shocked you. Was that how you looked like when you were high? Your stomach churned at the scene. That was way worse than how it seemed to be, under all the chemical's effects. Noticing you could barely remember how did it feel to be in that state was terrifying. It made you never want to try any of that shit again, but you knew you'd be surrendering to your body's pleas not so long later.

The sight of Gerard falling on the sidewalk brought you back to reality and you quickly ran to his side, cupping his face. "Gee, damn, you okay?" You asked worried, not knowing if you got annoyed or more desperate at the giggle he released, slowly blinking at you. His words weren't clear, but you could understand your name among the slurs, along with some other completely unrelated words.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shook your head to yourself and moved to help him up, deciding to get him inside the bus so you would be able to take better care of him. Once he was sitting on the couch, you had to be fast to grab a glass of water before he stood up and started walking away.