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To the End	By : Laura5402 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1016 -:- 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.

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Chapter 1

I was bouncing on my heels as excitement crept up on me in anticipation. Finally, after three painful years I was to meet again my best friend, my brother from another mother, as I called him. We had met in our first year in high-school and had grown inseparable. Our relationship was so pure and so strong that not even distance could tear us apart.
As I checked my watch and the arrivals time after time, I kept remembering the day my dear Frankie went away. For a long time he had been talking to me 24/7 about some guys he had met with whom he had formed a band. I was very happy for him, of course, because he was a very talented guitar player and he deserved that recognition. However, when he came to me all excited to tell me that he had to move out to another city, my heart broke a little. I tried not to show my pain, not to be selfish, but my love for him was far too big. Nonetheless, drenched in tears streaming from both my own and his eyes, we said good-bye and promised to stay in touch, which we did. At first, we kept in touch through letters and the occasional phone call; as the band started to gain fame and popularity and Frankie had more money, he kept phoning me every week and we told each other the news, and only a week ago he had given me the great news that he was coming over to see me.
Finally the plane arrived and I squished myself among the other persons waiting for their loved ones. Suddenly, I saw him. His face was just the same, his boyish features unchanged during these years, but now, I noticed, his haircut was way different and his nose and lip were pierced. I waved my arms frantically and screamed his name for him to see me, and he did. His lovely hazel eyes set on me and a smile spread across his face. He quickened the pace and when he reached me, he took me in his arms and swung me around like a child. I was crying happy tears and had a knot in my throat. There was so much I wanted to tell him, but my voice failed me, so I just kept hugging him and laughing like a silly schoolgirl. After some minutes, he released me and grabbed my shoulders affectionately.
“Oh my God, Liz, you look awesome. I’ve missed you so much!”
“I know, I’ve missed you too,” I finally said between sobs. “You look rather different,” I said, examining his new look which, I thought, suited him perfectly.
“Yeah, well. Me and the guys needed a style for the band,” he told me, running a hand through his hair, which hung over his eyes, and biting his lip slightly.
“You need to tell me everything about the band,” I added excitedly.
“And I will. But now let’s go to Gerard’s house to leave the luggage and to get something to eat; I’m starving.”
“To Gerard’s house?” I frowned. “I thought you were staying at my house.”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m sorry, I must have forgotten. We’re all staying there because we need to work on the new album.”
I could feel my smile fade from my face, no matter how hard I tried to keep it. “It’s Ok,” I finally said looking down, not wanting him to see the disappointment in my face.
“Come on, don’t be sad Bright Eyes,” he said taking my chin and forcing me to look at him. I had missed him so much, and now that he was finally here I wasn’t going to ruin it for something as stupid as this.
“My car is parked round the corner. Let’s go,” I smiled to him and held his hand as we made our way out of the airport.
We got in the car and Frank told me where to go. The neighbourhood was lonely; most of the houses had been abandoned.
“Park there,” he said, pointing to the last and biggest house on the block. I gaped at the sight of such a magnificent construction. It seemed to be a hundred years old but it was kept in magnificent conditions. It had been recently painted and the front garden had been carefully taken care of: flowers of all types and colours adorned the path that led to the front door, and on either side of it there were big trees casting shadows on the clover-covered grass.
“Whose did you say is this house?” I asked, taking in the beauty of the place as we walked along the path.
“It’s Gerard’s and Mikey’s. Just wait till you see it inside,” Frankie said. He rang the bell and after some minutes a man with raven-black hair opened the door. He was taller than me and Frankie and seemed to be older. For some reason, Frankie had never told me much about his band mates.
“Who is this?” the man asked, looking at me with a slightly disgusted expression on his face. I blushed furiously.
“Oh, this is my friend Liz. Liz, this is Gerard, the singer of the band.
I looked up and he was boring his hazel eyes on me. I had never felt so uncomfortable in my whole life. I wanted to go away, to run to my car and to drive as far away from this place as possible. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t like him.
“Hello,” he said extending his hand to me. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same,” I mumbled as we shook hands. We went inside the house and I felt I might have needed three more pairs of eyes to take in everything. The place was a weird mixture of the 18th and 21st century. Old magnificent paintings hung from the walls and ancient sofas and armchairs adorned the place, but big TVs and sound systems broke the illusion that you had went back in time. Gerard walked us though the vast living room, up the stairs and to a corridor and told Frank in which room he was to sleep in. then, he went back the way we had come and entered a room closing the door behind him.
The room was cosy. There was a big four poster bed with curtains as red as blood. There was a big oak wardrobe on one wall, a desk on the opposite side of the room and Frank’s amplifiers and guitar next to it. I took a step to the window in front of the bed and stared at the moon and the stars that were gradually appearing as the last sun rays died in the horizon. I felt Frankie’s arms on my waist, embracing me, and I smiled.
“It’s really good to be back. I missed being here.” He placed his head on my shoulder and I tilted mine to the side so it was lying on his.
The door suddenly opened and a slim brown-haired boy walked in. “Frank, do you have my laptop? I can’t… Oh, sorry. I thought you were alone,” he cut himself in mid-sentence when he saw us hugging.
“It’s Ok. Come here, meet my friend Liz. This is Mikey, Gerard’s brother.” We shook hands and he smiled broadly. I couldn’t believe this sweet-looking boy could be a relative of Gerard. Mikey’s eyes were bright and friendly and he irradiated a certain warmth. It felt nice being around him, and I felt the same way when I met Bob and Ray, the remaining members of the band I hadn’t met to that point.
Mikey invited me to stay for dinner and as all of them seemed to be Ok with the idea, I stayed. I didn’t speak at all during dinner. The boys were talking excitedly about the tour and the coming new album. After having dessert, I said good-bye to the boys and Frankie walked me to my car, but it wouldn’t start. No matter how hard I tried, the car didn’t ignite.
“Stay here,” Frankie suggested.
“What? No, I couldn’t.”
“Why not? The boys will have no problems at all. It’s late now. Tomorrow I’ll go with you to the mechanic, ok? Please,” he said, putting those puppy eyes he knew well I couldn’t resist.
“Ok,” I laughed. “You always know how to get what you want with me.”
“Of course I do, missy. Now come, let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted.”
We went upstairs quietly and went into the room. Frank took off his clothes and opened the curtains.
“Well now, isn’t this weird?” he laughed, looking at the bed. It looked just like those one sees in medieval movies. He threw the covers and the sheets aside and went in. I took off my jeans and trainers and made my way to the bed wearing only my panties and my white tank top. Neither of us had a problem with being almost naked nor sleeping in the same bed. People didn’t understand the kind of relationship we had, but we were happy with things the way they were. I rested my head on Frankie’s chest and he put his arms around me, playing with my black hair.
“I love you Frankie,” I whispered, feeling my eyes heavy.
“I love you too, Lizzie. Good night.”

I woke up next day still in Frankie’s arms. I looked at the clock in the night stand: 7:30. I wasn’t sleepy anymore, so I carefully slid out of bed, got dressed and went outside to try to start the car. After some minutes of useless tries I was getting angry at it. I had no idea about cars but I tried to look up for a possible solution in the users’ manual. I was immersed in the reading when someone appeared by the window and tapped it. I screamed and the manual fell down from my hands.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Gerard said, opening the door.
“Well, you did scare me. I didn’t see you coming.”
“What’s the problem?”
“I’ve no idea. The damn shit won’t start,” I slammed my hand on the steering wheel and Gerard laughed. “What is so funny?” I asked, upset.
“Your face. You look like a child. Come, let’s call a mechanic,” he said, motioning me to get out of the car. He looked different today, his expression had softened and his smile reminded me of that of Mikey. We went inside and Gerard told me the mechanic would go in half an hour to check on the car.
“Let’s take a cup of coffee or something. Frankie must be about to get up, I suppose.” I went into the kitchen after Gerard and took a seat in a barstool. This room was the smallest in the house, but one of the best illuminated. It had a huge glass door that led to the never ending backyard.
“This house is magnificent,” I said as Gerard poured some coffee in a blue cup and handed it to me.
“Thanks. It’s a pity we don’t use it very much, just when we are not on tour.”
“Yes, I see.” I sipped from my coffee and looked at him.
“So, you stayed here last night.” His voice was soft, but I could feel a certain annoyance in it.
“Yes,” I said lowering my gaze to my coffee. “Frankie said you wouldn’t mind.”
“It’s ok. You should have told me so I prepared you another bedroom.”
“Oh, it’s Ok. Frankie and I are used to sleeping in the same bed. We’ve been friends since high-school,” I added as Gerard frowned a little.
“I thought you were his girlfriend,” Gerard said, looking intently at me.
“No, we’re friends. He’s like a brother to me, actually.”
“I see.” He sipped from his coffee and went to the door. “Do you like swimming?” he suddenly asked.
“Y-yes,” I stammered at the sudden question.
“Good, then come tonight and bring your swim suit. We’re having a party,” Gerard told me, not turning to face me.
“A party? Already? Cool!” a voice said from behind my back.
“Frankie, you’re up,” I said kissing his cheek.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I was gonna help you with the car.”
“You were so fast asleep that I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked very tired. Besides, Gerard already phoned and the mechanic should be about to arrive.”
“Oh, I see,” Frankie said looking at Gerard, who didn’t turn around. “I think there’s the mechanic. Come I’ll go with you,” he said taking me by an arm and dragging me away.
“Ok. Bye, Gerard. Thanks for the coffee,” I called to Gerard but he merely waved his hand.
The mechanic fixed the car in no time at all. I paid him and got inside my car. Frankie rested his arms on the door and told me, “So, are you coming tonight?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered looking down.
“Why not?” he asked me with furrowed brows.
“Well, I don’t feel like I belong here, with your friends.”
“Don’t say that. You’re coming. End of the discussion.” Frankie closed the door, smiling.
“Ok,” I finally said. “I’ll see you tonight.” I started the car and drove away. Frankie stood outside for some seconds and then went back into the house.
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