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Think Happy Thoughts	By : SugarxSweetxPoison Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1998 -:- 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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“You're what?” my mother asked, seeming to be rather shocked at my announcement.

Here I was again, at my parents dinning room table with my elbows off the tale and always using the proper fork. I could have sworn when I moved out, I’d promised myself I’d never be back here doing this.

“I’m moving to New York with Nick,” I repeated slowly. The urge to roll my eyes was so great I could barely stop myself from doing so. The only thing holding me back was the threat of another lecture.

“But I don’t want you to. Valerie, I want you to go back to college! You need to back to college if you ever want to get anywhere in life!”

Well I want to lick Pete Wentz but I didn’t see that happening anytime soon so tough lucky mummy dearest. Of course I would never voice this to either of my parentals. I’d much rather…I dunno I was too lazy to think of something nasty I’d rather do than tell my parentals that I wished to lick Pete Wentz at the moment but, I’m sure if I did think of something, it’d be down right horrifying.

My god, I still thought like a fucking sixteen year old girl didn’t I?

“Michelle never went to college,” I pointed out, pushing a piece of salmon around with my fork. I’d kill for some Chinese take out right now. I knew for sure my parents were aware of the fact I didn’t eat fish. That I didn’t like seafood in general yet almost every time I came over for dinner there would be fish. They just seemed to love to torture me.

“Yes but…” my mother started but trailed off.

Ha! Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!

“Michelle always knew her passion was in acting Valerie,” my father came in to my mother’s rescue. “You have no clue what you want to do with your life.”

He just had to throw that one out there didn’t he? So what if I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life? I was only twenty-two as of about fourteen hours! I could do whatever I wanted with this life, I really could. I was moving to New York with my best friend who is now working at a huge record label with a demo. I’d totally call that doing something with my life! Jesus, they just liked being difficult.

There was always that minor detail where they didn’t know I was going to do the whole musician thing of course. I didn’t really feel like sharing it with them either. I didn’t need to hear them tell me how much of a long shot I was and how I would never make it. Fuck that.

“Well,” I gave my salmon a vicious stab, “Maybe I’ll figure it out in New York.”

“Those people will chew you up and spit you out darling,” my mother sighed, shaking her head and patting her lips with her napkin daintily. The table fell silent for almost an entire minute before my mother spoke again, “Get your hair out of your face and sit up straight Valerie. I raised you better than that.”

And people wondered why I was so fucked up.

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“I’m gonna miss Jimbo’s so bad,” I pouted as I slipped my headphones onto my head, “That place is like the home I’d never had.”

Nick gave me a look, “Home you never had?”

I blinked at him in return, “You’ve met my family how many times? Besides, think of the pizza. I don’t care who the fuck you are or how critically acclaimed you are, or how clean your kitchen is. Nothing will ever touch Jimbo’s.”

“Oh Val,” he laughed, shaking his head and sighing, “But you're right. We’ve spent almost every day there in the summer since we were like twelve haven’t we?”

I nodded sadly and rested my head on his shoulder, looking up at him, “You know I love you right? And that you're the only person I have. You're my bestest friend ever.”

He smiled back at me sweetly, “I know. I love you too Valerie.” There was a pause before he continued, “You look really worn out. Why don’t you just close your eyes and I’ll wake you up when we get there?”

I was about to decline when a large yawn erupted from me. Okay, so maybe I was a little tired. I’d had a really stressful week with my parents, getting rid of my apartment, packing, my music, worrying myself to death. It was bound to take it’s toll on a girl. “Mkay,” I mumbled, snuggling my head into his shoulder, “G’night Nicky-Poo.”

“Sweet dreams Valley Girl.”

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New York City was big. I didn’t really know what else to say. I was in sort of a daze because of it all. It was bigger than Minneapolis and St. Paul put together times ten for sure. It made it feel as though Coon Rapids didn’t even exist. The feeling was extremely scary but completely liberating at the same time.

Nick wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze, “You okay babe?”

I nodded slowly, not really sure what to say, “Yeah, I’m just…in shock I guess. I’m actually here and I’m actually going to go for it.”

“I know how you feel,” he pulled away and plopped down on our slightly worn living room couch. We were now in our new apartment, smack dab in the middle of the unpacking process. I was bound to fall over or stub my toe on every unpacked box there was. “You’re gonna be fucking great Val and I’m fucking gonna be great and we’re just gonna be fucking great,” he continued, looking at me with such sincerity that it almost hurt.

“Mhmm,” I smiled slowly in agreement, “For now you have to prove yourself as a producer and I’m still stuck as your secretary until I get a deal but we’re gonna be down right fabulous.”

“You totally killed it Val,” he shook his head laughing.

I just shrugged and bounced into the kitchen area for something to drink, almost killing myself over a box on the way.

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I was a gosh darn good secretary if you asked me. I was polite on the phone and in person, I got all the shit filed that needed to be filed, never spit in Nick’s coffee no matter how much he pissed me off and all of that.

It was my first day at Reprise working for Nick and I was bored out of my fucking mind. The phone had only rung two times in the last few hours and one time had been his mother and the other a welcoming call from some dude named Chuck. Who the fuck was Chuck?

Heh, that rhymed.

Because of all of this, I had to resort to entertaining myself which was something that never ended well. Everyone in the building was just lucky I didn’t have a lighter on me.

I leaned back in my chair to see around the corner so I could get a good look at Nick’s office. The door was closed and the blinds on the windows (the windows that served no purpose if you asked me. I mean they were inside the fucking building for god’s sake!) meaning he couldn’t see me or probably hear me. Score.

So for the next fifteen minutes I spun in my computer chair rocking out dramatically until my jam came on. I stopped cold before bellowing out, “I’ve made it through the wilderness. Somehow I made it through. I didn’t know how lost I was until I found you. I was beat, incomplete. I’d been had, I was sad and blue but you made me feel, yeah, you made me feel shiny and new.” Insert girlish little noise here, “Like a virgin touched for the very first time. Like a virgin when your heartbeats next to mine. I’m gonna give you all my l…”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when someone touched my shoulder. I jerked up and my mouth snapped shut. The only sound I’d been able to produce was a small squeak before I fell backwards out of my chair to the floor.

Through my dramatic singing and spastic body movements, I’d failed to notice that I was being watched. Through my dramatic singing and spastic body movements I’d failed to notice that I was being watched by five sets of eyes. Through my dramatic singing and spastic body movements, I’d failed to notice that those five sets of eyes belonged to My Chemical Romance who all had mouths that were currently laughing at me.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I yanked the earpieces from my ears and jumped up, trying to smooth out my hair in the process. Of course because I was so worried about my hair, I didn’t notice the way my skirt had flipped up in the back and was showing off my ass until it was too late.

“Um hi!” I managed to get out with a great deal of difficulty.

“Hello,” the Gerard Way smiled at me, “I like your underwear. You can’t get much classier than South Park.”

I’m sure at this point I looked like a fucking tomato. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. Okay well maybe there was that one…okay so not the point! The members of one of my favorite bands of the moment had just witnessed me doing what some could call interruptive dance to Like A Virgin. It didn’t help that I lusted after three of five of those members greatly. Neither did the fact that I was wearing underwear that said ‘Oh my god! You killed Kenny!”

I nodded, refusing to even look at them before sitting down again and staring at my desk, “I’m assuming you're here to see Nick so just let me tell him you're here…”

Thankfully as I said this, Nick decided to make an appearance and save me from any further conversation with them.

I think during all of that, I peed my pants a little…

******

Coffee was a wondrous thing. It tasted good, it kept you peppy, and it could even eliminate the need for sleep. I was hoping that a nice cup would bring me back to life, possibly squash my urge to kill myself because of the sheer embarrassment I’d endured earlier that day so I’d walked down to the Starbucks by my apartment. I was now on my way back but in no particular hurry. It was Nick’s night to make or, order more likely than anything else, dinner tonight.

I took a sip of the steaming liquid, letting out a small ‘mmm’. So it didn’t totally kill the need to well…kill myself but…

Before I knew what happened, I’d caught my foot on the leg of a chair, making me stumble and spill my latte right into someone’s lap.

I gasped and automatically tried to mop up the coffee with my coat sleeve, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and…” I stopped and jumped back when I’d gotten myself a handful if you know what I mean. I looked up slowly and my eyes locked with a gorgeous pair of hazel ones. Hazel eyes that just happened to belong to Frank Iero.
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