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Blurry Around the Edges	By : TooMuchTooLate Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Mausoleum
- 2-Timing
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Ok so hi... this is my first attempt at a full length story. I have only ever written one shots before this so bare with me and please let me know what you think. I really like input on what you think of the story, but ey who doesn't. So her is a little blurp to get you in the right mood and let you knwo what i'm going for. Thanks for reading and have fun witht he first chapter.

Have you ever felt like you were slowly slipping from the world. A ghost walking the streets from day to day, not truly living. This is a story of two people that both have secret sorrows that were causing them to slip away into their agony. This is a story of finally seeing the world. Of sharpening those blurry edges that cloud your vision to the fact that you are still alive.
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Chapter 1:

As you entered the cool mausoleum the curved marble covered walls welcomed you with a familiar chill as you absentmindedly walked towards the metal plaque on the wall that was the final resetting place of your beloved mother who had been taken from you by cancer three years ago. You walked to the plaque kiss the cold piece of metal muttering a soft, “Hi Mom. Let me tell you about my week.” You continue on tell your mother the boring story of your week at work as the fashion columnist for the local newspaper, it may sound exciting but it isn’t. Nothing was really exciting now that your mom was gone and you were left feeling as though you were floating through your life like some barely their specter. As you were nearing the end of telling your mom about your most recent piece on Project Runways upcoming season when you heard it. A soft chuckling and a light clatter of glass on stone. You never really knew anyone to be in the mausoleum at this time of the night you begin to walk cautiously towards the noise. As you rounded the corner into one of the two alcoves of the mausoleum you saw them, two of the most beautiful and most drunk men you had ever seen.
One had black shoulder length hair and the other had a brown Mohawk, both where ethereally pale with soft pink lips. As you took in their appearance you let out a gasp you never meant to let leave your mouth causing both of the men’s faces to turn towards you. Though on first glance they both looked to be very drunk, you could see that when they turned to look at you they were only regularly drunk and both very handsome. Once they both saw you standing there they both looked you up and down causing you to feel suddenly awkward and aware of your appearance in a midriff showing Invader Zim shirt you had had since college and low hanging black skinny jeans that you had just thrown on in the late hours when the urge to see your mother had possessed you. As the men continued to take in your presence and appearance, the man with black hair stood with a steadier posture then you have expected of someone that appeared as drunk as he did, but then maybe it all was just external appearances. As he made his way towards you, you felt no real fear of him so you stood your ground head held high. As he came face to face to you mere inches from you he stared down into your eyes from the good eight inches he had on your five-foot stature. You were startled from your swim in his beautiful green eyes, by his pale hand coming up and stroking your cheek. As his cold hand caressed your pale face, you heard him mutter, “Wow, your real.” Before he fell to the floor and passing out.
You were shocked not by him passing out, but by that one touch causing more emotion and feeling to course through your body then you had felt in the five years since your mother got sick and left you empty and alone. You looked from the black clad body passed out at your feet to the now laughing Mohawked man still on the floor several feet away. You found yourself coming to a decision that you thought might qualify you for insanity but you said, “Hey guy! What’s your name?” To which he replied, “Frank, and the lump on the floor is Gerard.” Then he started laughing more.
You just bent down to feel Gerard’s head to make sure he wasn’t sick but had just passed out. To your relief you found it was the latter. With that, you hooked your hands under his arms and started hauling him off the cold floor and towards the door. This got Frank up and trying to help you. He wasn’t much help with all the staggering he was dong but it helped to take some of the weight off of you as you took him towards your car. You got him into the front seat and Frank crawled into the back and lied down. Once you were in the drivers seat you turned around, after starting the car and turning on the heater, intent on asking Frank how to get the two of them home only to find him in a deep sleep that no amount of your shaking or shouting would wake him from. With no other option left open to you started to drive back to your apartment.
You knew you would never get them both in without some help so you called your neighbor, Jake, and apologized profusely for waking him up but saying you had to very drunk friends in the car that you needed to get into bed, blushing at how much you wanted that to be your bed when it came to Gerard. Once you had got Frank settled on the sofa and Gerard on the pull out in the guest room next to yours you send another thanks to Jake with a promise of a six pack the next time you hit the store as he went back to his place. After getting ready for bed you went to the kitchen and got two glasses of water and a bottle of Advil. You placed a glass and two Advils on the tables near each of the boy, taking a minuet to pause over Gerard and brush a strand of hair from his face and admire his angelic features that gave a tight squeeze to your heart. You didn’t know why you just hadn’t left the boy in the mausoleum to sleep off their stupid binger, but you had seen something Gerard’s eyes that mirrored the emptiness you had felt since you lost your mother and that touch, oh that touch, that had made you feel like you were finally in sharp focus and no longer a blurry vision of who you once were. With those thoughts still swirling around your head you fell into a light sleep with the image of Gerard somebody’s face floating before your eyes.
You didn’t know how long you were asleep before you were jarred awake by a creak of the floorboards and a looming figure kneeling next to your bed. You were startled at first but then inexplicably relaxed, against a sane person’s better judgment, as a pale hand came of the darkness and once again caressed your cheek. With a more steady tenor then earlier in the night, speaking of a less intoxicated guest, Gerard spoke, “Why did you bring us to your home, you don’t know us?”
All you could do was smile before answering, “You both passed out and I couldn’t just leave you on the cold mausoleum floor.”
“Yes, you could have.” He said. “You felt it too, didn’t you?”
“Felt what?” You lied.
“The jolt, the tug, the pull, the sense of familiarity as though we were meant to meet, meant to find each other. I saw myself in your eyes, and for once, I liked who I saw.”
All you could do was gasp, you had never believed in any destiny or meant to be crap, but what he said was true. You had felt it. He must have been able to see the recognition and acceptance change the expression on your face, a gift that very few people in your life had been able to master, because he leaned forward and kissed you. Lightly at first before rubbing his tongue across your lips asking for entrance, which you willing granted. The kiss was amazing. It sent electricity through every nerve of your body, like a shock finally bringing you back to life and making your body hum. Gerard finally pulled back ending the kiss, leaving you both out of breath and wanting more. Gerard however didn’t come back in for another kiss, but rather asked if he could sleep with you. All you could do was nod, pulling up the covers so he could climb in. He stood up and removed his shirt, showing a wide expanse of beautiful pale skin, and took off his pants leaving him in only his boxers, causing your pulse to quicken. Once he joined you in the bed he wasted no time in wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you to him whispering, “You saved me you know. I was drowning and the moment I touched you, all the water seemed to rush away, leaving me flying.” He buried his head in your hair and inhaled deeply before falling fast asleep, with you following shortly after.
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