A Day with My Chemical Romance (discontinued)

Setting the Scene: Part 1

A/N: Honestly the BVB one wasn’t very good but I promise this one will be better. And I’ll cut the stupid puns/chapter names. It’d be WAY too hard. (Hahahahaha I’m so bad).

Let’s just face it, this scene is so unrealistic. But fun to write. Hope you enjoy it! (and sorry for the spacing, I paste this directly from Word Online)

Side notes: I did not post my real city because this is the Internet and there some flipping creepy people sometimes. So don’t go trying to stalk meh cuz it won’t work. And I totally made up the Twitter username, it doesn’t lead to anything.

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It’s the perfectly average Saturday morning- I wake up to annoying sunshine streaming through my windows, waking me up much earlier than I need for the amount of extra hours I stayed up last night. Oh, well. I’ll never get back to sleep at this point.

Forcing myself out of bed, all I do is move over to the small beanbag on my chair, get on my laptop and start checking my things- you know, the usual things like Facebook, deviantART, Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, my email, other things like that. Yes, this is how I spend my Saturday mornings.

Nothing too exciting pops up on any of my social media, so I decide to check someone else’s. Wonder how My Chem’s doing right now. Pulling up a new tab, I enter Gerard’s Twitter name.

Scrolling past the random pinned tweet about Gerard and his love for coffee, I see the page move down just a bit. New post!

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@gerardway- Good morning everybody! My phone is nearly dead, just some information for you all.

I can’t help but smile. I love his good morning tweets- they make my day every day that I happen to see them in the actual morning (not in the afternoon). It’s helped me get through some really tough days, knowing that Gerard had said good morning to me, even if extremely indirectly. Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds cheesy. But it’s true.

Wondering if he’ll post something else, I linger around the page a little bit longer, maybe open up a tab to Frank’s Twitter to see if there’s anything new there. And sure enough, Gerard posts something again within a few seconds.

Just now

@gerardway- Hey, is there anyone here who’s reading this that lives kind of near the border of Cloverdale? On the airport side?

That’s weird. That’s pretty much where I live, right next to the airport…! Wonder why he’s posting that? Could it be that…

No, it can’t be that. It’d be impossible. I’m pretty sure they’re touring in the UK right now, and besides, no celebrities except maybe country singers ever visit any place in my state other than the capitol. The chances are 1,000,000,000,000:1, extremely unlikely if not highly impossible.

Still, I can’t help but send a tweet back.

@gerardway- I do.

I know he probably won’t reply, he’s just asking random questions like usual. Oh, Gee. With a small sigh I open Facebook again to scroll through pictures, but out of complete curiosity I keep the tab of Gerard’s Twitter page open.

Five minutes later, I check back. Of course not. I go back to my Tumblr scrolling.

Another five minutes pass. This time I don’t even bother to check.

But I can’t get it off my mind. After fighting myself for another ten minutes I can’t help the urge any longer and go back to it.

New notification.

I get this random and kinda weird happy feeling from absolutely nowhere. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until I go to click on it.

New reply from Gerard Way.

@death-to-tacos- Which house are you?

WHAT. IN THE NAME. OF FISHSTICKS.

He’s talking like he’s actually here. I pinch myself, make sure I’ve actually awoken from my Friday night reverie. Yeah, it hurts. I’m definitely awake.

My hands shaking, I type a sarcastic reply. This is, after all, the Internet. Strangers can read this. And as excited as I may or may not be, it’s good to be cautious.

@gerardway- I shouldn’t be telling you. This is the Internet after all :P

Another notification. Am I really this lucky? A conversation? With Gerard Way? On Twitter?

@death-to-tacos- Okay then, smart kid.

New follower: Gerard Way.

Direct message from @gerardway.

No. flipping. Way.

gerardway: Hey, so which house are you? I see a small neighborhood of houses right next to the Cloverdale airport.

And now we’re messaging privately? No. Not happening. This can’t be happening.

death-to-tacos: May I ask why?

gerardway: Our van broke down right here. I’m looking for a place to get some help, thought I might ask one of my fans.

death-to-tacos: You can’t be serious. Really?

gerardway: Yes. Which house are you?

A grin comes across my face. I’m about to meet my most favorite band in the world! Their van broke down practically right next to my house! It’s what every fan dreams about, isn’t it? Or something of that sort, to some extent.

death-to-tacos: The green one, should be in plain sight if you’re facing Miller Street.

gerardway: I see it! Thanks. By the way, I can’t use my phone anymore because it’ll be dead in a few seconds.

What.

I know I should be over my disbelief and shock right now, but I’m not.

I burst around my room in a hurry to make myself seem presentable, throwing on the first shirt that I pull out of the drawer, some skinnyjeans, make myself look and smell like I didn’t just wake up. And just in time too, because as soon as I’ve finished brushing my teeth I hear the doorbell ring.

Oh my gosh. That’s them.