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Liar (It Takes One to Know One)	By : LadyRevenge Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2094 -:- 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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Piercing female screams rang out as Gerard talked to them and asked how they were doing. The boys began playing the intro to “I Never Told You What I Do For A Living” and people started jumping around and moshing near the front of the stage. Crowd surfers emerged and were passed around before either falling through a hole in the crowd or making their way to the front and being escorted away by security. Gerard commanded everyone’s attention, including mine, as he took over the stage. I wasn’t paying much attention to the music like I was to him. The way he moved, the way he ran his hand through his hair, the way he shook his ass when he stood still and sang. His image burned itself into my mind, and all I really wanted was for it to stay there forever, as clear as it was at that moment. He sang “Helena,” “Ghost of You,” “I’m Not Okay,” “Dead!,” “Welcome to the Black Parade,” “Mama” and “Demolition Lovers.” Then he sang a song called “Cancer,” and he hushed the crowd down to a loud lull.

“Shhhhh,” he voiced, putting his finger to his lips as the lights went down to almost black. Ray began playing the intro for it on his guitar and some girls began screaming when they realized what song it was. I listened intently as he sang, and the conviction in his voice moved me to tears. The song itself was one of the saddest ones I’d ever heard, but Gerard’s performance was far more emotional. It was the last song of the night, and as he said his goodbyes and thank you’s to the roaring crowd, the rest of the guys filed offstage and grabbed towels and bottles of water. Gerard came around the black curtain and got a towel and some water as well. I jumped down from my seat and wiped the tears off my face. I really didn’t want him seeing me cry, and knew my makeup had probably streamed down my face along with the tears. I wanted to disappear, but before I could, he was there in front of me.

“Hey,” he said, wiping his face and toweling off his sopping wet hair. I wished he hadn’t though, because the sight of him dripping with sweat and breathing heavy brought loads of delicious visions to my mind.

“Hey,” I said, smiling and sniffing quietly. His expression changed to one of concern when he realized I had been crying.

“What’s wrong? Did I suck that bad?” He chuckled as he stepped closer to me.

“No, you were amazing. But that last song really struck a chord in me I guess. It’s silly, isn’t it?” I snickered at myself in quiet embarrassment.

“No, not at all. That’s one of the hardest songs I have to sing every night. I still get choked up when I do it sometimes, and I’ve been singing it for a year and a half now.” He wiped over his face again and tossed the towel haphazardly over the back of a chair.

“I don’t know how you do it,” I said, running my hand through my hair and biting my lower lip.

“You get used to it I guess. It’s hard sometimes.” He took a long drink from his bottle and twisted the lid back on. He looked behind us and saw the rest of the guys going down the stairs.

“I guess they’re going back to the bus. You wanna walk?” I nodded and smiled, following him down the stairs and out through the gate I came through earlier. The security had quadrupled since the show started, and the big, burly men made a trail of sorts through the crowd so we could all make it to the other gate leading into the bus lot without being mobbed. The guys stopped a few times to sign autographs and get their pictures taken, but it wasn’t long before we were back at the buses. The rest of the guys went inside to clean up and rest and Gerard and I were the last two left outside. I was nervous being alone with him, so I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

“Can I bum one?” Gerard asked, so I gladly obliged and lit it for him.

“I wonder if Adam is awake yet,” I said, trying to make conversation. Gerard laughed his “sex in audible form” laugh and kicked at the ground.

“Probably not. He sleeps more than anybody I’ve ever met.” I giggled and leaned up against the outside of the bus. The cool metal sent a shiver through me and I realized I was suddenly a little chilly. I wrapped my arms across myself and rubbed them with my hands.

“Are you cold?” Gerard put his hand on my forearm. I smiled, looked at the ground and nodded. I cocked my head and looked up at him from under my brow as I bit my lower lip.

“Hang on. I’ve got a jacket in the bus.” Before I could protest he disappeared inside and came out a moment later with a black zip up hoodie with the word “DEAD!” in big, dirty cream colored letters across the front.

“Here, you can have this. I don’t even know why we have it. It’s way too small for any of us but looks like it’ll fit you just fine.” I held it up and looked at it. On the lower back, just before the ribbing, were the new My Chemical Romance logo words in the same dirty cream color. I loved it immediately.

“Thank you. It’s awesome.” I put it on and zipped it up, cuddling into it and feeling less chilly immediately.

“Looks good on you,” he said, motioning for me to turn around and show it off. I put my hands in its front pockets and turned around slowly.

“Yes, very nice. Good, I’m glad it fits.” He took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out into a large cloud that hung above our heads before dissipating.

“So Adam’s gonna get up just when you want to go to bed and he’ll keep you up all night playing video games. I’ve seen him do it before. Matt hates it.” I laughed as I thought back to all the times Adam had called me late at night and told me he was in the middle of an all-night Guitar Hero competition with the guys.

“Yeah they love their video games. I’m just hoping he’ll play in the living room instead of the bedroom. He gets too loud when he plays.” Gerard giggled and nodded in agreement. I leaned up against the bus again, thankful it wasn’t chilly that time because of Gerard’s hoodie. Gerard leaned on his right shoulder against the bus next to me. It was really dark outside by this time, and some people walking by the back of the bus didn’t even see us standing there. I was glad though, because I liked being there in the dark with Gerard. But in the back of my mind, a nagging, guilty feeling hung there with Adam’s face as its warning. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking the kind of thoughts about Gerard that I was, but as much as I tried to stop them, nothing worked. And now he was so close to me, leaning against the bus, sharing the same space and air. I began to feel a bit lightheaded. The door suddenly burst open and Mikey poked his head out.

“You out here Gerard?”

“Yeah Mikey. What do you want?” Gerard turned to look up over his left shoulder at his brother, who was squinting to see us in the dark.

“It’s getting ugly in here. We need a judge for Guitar Hero.” Mikey waited for Gerard to answer. Gerard just stared at him, a look of irritation crossing his face.

“In a minute. Get Bob to judge.” Mikey made a disgusted grunt and closed the door. Gerard turned back at me and frowned, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. I stifled a giggle at the cute sibling rivalry.

“They’re as bad as Taking Back Sunday.” I couldn’t contain my giggle anymore and had to let it out. Gerard cracked a smile and shared the laughter with me.

“I’ll let you get in there and judge then. It’s getting late and I should probably get some sleep.” Gerard looked at me from under his brow and I could just make out in the dark that he was looking at my lips longingly. I teased him a bit by running my tongue over my bottom one to wet it. His mouth parted slightly and he looked into my eyes.

“Sweet dreams, Jordyn,” he said quietly, in a throaty sexual tone.

“Thank you. I’m sure they will be.” I gave him a sly smile and glanced at his lips once more before slowly backing up until I came to the end of the bus.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked as I stepped around the corner with half my body.

“I hope so,” I said, disappearing around the back of the bus. I felt like I floated back to Adam’s bus, and when I got there, it was lit up and loud music was blaring from within.

“Oh shit,” I groaned, rolling my eyes and approaching the door. I could hear girls laughing and stomping sounds echoing from beneath the bus. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. Matt was in his boxers prancing around the living room like a bunny. Three girls were half naked themselves, sitting on the sofa and the floor watching Matt and laughing in high pitched, annoying tones. Fred was sitting in a recliner with no shirt on, another fan girl draped over him, kissing his neck and ear. When they all realized I was standing there, they stopped what they were doing and stared back at me.

“Hey,” was all I could manage to say.

“Hey Jordyn! What’s up?” Matt said, coming over and putting his arm around my shoulders. The girls on the sofa and floor got really quiet and they all had alarmed looks on their overly makeup- ridden faces.

“So where’ve you been Jordyn?” Matt said really loud, as he walked with me across the living room. He motioned for me to sit in a chair by the hallway entrance. I refused.

“Is Adam still sleeping?” I asked, looking between him and Fred. Fred’s eyes widened in horror and he pushed the girl from his lap and stood up. Matt pulled me into his side even more, almost trying to restrain me.

“Umm…yeah, he’s still asleep. You know how he is…that Adam.” Fred stumbled around with his words, talking really loud and being very obnoxious. I suddenly realized what they were trying to do. I needed to get into the back bedroom, but Matt’s grip on my shoulders was becoming almost painful. Fred moved to one side and in that split second I made my move. I tore free of Matt’s grasp and ran down the small hallway where the bunks were on either side and burst through the bedroom door. Adam was on the bed, naked and mock tied to the headboard. A skinny, crack addict looking girl was naked on top of him, riding him ferociously. Adam looked around her to see me standing in the doorway, a vicious scowl on my face and tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone was gripping my throat and squeezing all the life out of me. I let out a gasp and then took a deep breath. I was crushed. Adam released his hands, threw the girl off of him and crawled to the end of the bed to kneel in front of me.

“Jordyn, baby. Please. I didn’t mean…” I wouldn’t let him speak anymore.

“You didn’t mean to fuck around on me? Is that what you’re saying to me? You didn’t mean to get caught? You didn’t mean to let me see? You didn’t MEAN to? How do you not MEAN to? Dicks don’t just enter pussies on accident, Adam! I never should have come down here. I can’t believe you would do this to me. I thought we had something special. GODDAMMIT! Seven months of my life spent on you. I never should have started dating a musician. They’re all the fucking same! Goodbye Adam. Have a nice life.” I smacked the dog shit out of him, and he fell sideways on the bed. The crack addict girl cowered in the corner of the bed and I nearly lunged at her just to scare her. Stupid teenager. I grabbed my duffle bag that was by the bed and stormed through the bus and out into the blackness. Matt and Fred knew better than to even speak to me. I collapsed beside the bus and sobbed into my hands. I felt like my world was crashing down around me and there was nothing I could do but let it pulverize me. I loved Adam so much, and I never thought he would ever end up being a cheat. He acted like he was so happy to see me and so in love with me. I was such a fool. A naïve little fool. Anger took over the tears and I forced them to stop flowing. I stood up, brushed myself off, and picked up my bag. I looked around and realized I had nowhere to go. My return flight home wasn’t for two weeks. I had the money to buy a new one and fly home, but I had just gotten there. And I hadn’t had a decent vacation in years. I was really looking forward to traveling the country with Adam and seeing what it was really like to be a famous rock star. I made my way back to Gerard’s tour bus and stood outside the door for a long while. I could hear the guys inside, laughing and yelling at each other as they played their video game. I didn’t hear any girls laughing. I didn’t hear any stomping around. All I heard were five guys having fun being guys and I suddenly didn’t want to disturb any of them. I didn’t want to bring my drama into their lives. They didn’t even know me for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t my right to do that. But at the same time, I didn’t know anyone else around, and Gerard had been very sweet to me; they all had. The tears began to spill out of me again, and just then the door opened and Gerard stepped out in a black t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

“Jordyn! You scared the shit out of me! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. Are you…” He saw my head hung down and heard me sniffle. He looked up under my face and saw that I was crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong sweetie? Are you alright?” He put his arm around me and I just collapsed into him with huge, heaving sobs. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face into his chest. He held me tight and just let me cry, rubbing my back and stroking my hair comfortingly. I tried to get a grip, but every time I thought I’d be okay, I saw Adam and that girl in my mind and it all came swooping back down on me.

“Shhhh…it’s okay. Calm down. Calm down. Tell me what happened.” Gerard spoke softly into my ear as he pressed his cheek against my head. Bob came to the door to see where Gerard had gone, and when he saw me crying on his shoulder, he stood there watching and waiting to see what was the matter. He had a very concerned look on his face. I stood erect and wiped my face and nose with my hand. I took deep breaths and tried to calm down so I could tell him what happened. He moved a few tear soaked strands of hair off my cheeks and gently rubbed my face with his thumb.

“I just caught Adam with another girl,” I choked, feeling the heartache seep quickly back into my lungs, disabling my breathing again. I started to cry again, and Gerard just held me. Bob developed a surprised look and then disappeared back into the bus. “I…I didn’t know where else to go. I’m sorry if…if I bothered you,” I sobbed into his chest, soaked with my tears and probably snot too.

“No honey, it’s okay. You aren’t bothering me at all. Shhh…” I hugged Gerard into me as much as I could. It felt so comforting to be holding someone that seemed to actually care about me. Bob came back outside and had a bottle of water for me.

“Here Jordyn. Drink this,” Gerard said, taking the bottle from Bob and patting me on the back. I lifted my head and took the water. My eyes felt like they were swelling shut from my fitful crying, and I knew I must have looked like something from a horror film. I drank the cold water and it felt good. I wiped my face again and gave the bottle back to Bob, who was standing beside me rubbing my back.

“Thank you,” I muttered, sniffing and wiping my nose on my sleeve cuff. I took some deep breaths and tried to compose myself.

“Do you know where the nearest hotel is?” I knew I had to stay somewhere for the night until I figured out what I was going to do. Gerard gave a quiet chuckle at my cute innocence, and took me by the hand.

“I don’t know shit about this city honey. But don’t worry about that tonight. You can stay with us. There’s more than enough room for you, okay?” He led me onto the bus and that’s when I realized the hyper video game playing had ceased. Ray, Frank and Mikey were very solemn as they sat on the sofa and looked over as I walked in. Bob must have told them what I said when he heard me tell Gerard about Adam. Gerard led me back to the main bedroom and sat me on the bed. He left for just a moment, and when he returned, he handed me a cold, wet washcloth.

“Here. This will feel good on your face.” I took it and wiped it over my whole face, and exhaled as the coolness washed over me. I let it sit on my eyes the longest, hoping the swelling would subside some so I didn’t look like a baboon.

“Thank you,” I managed to say, looking down at my hands as they nervously folded and re-folded the washcloth several times. Gerard shut the door and sat next to me on the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I took a deep breath and thought about his question for a long moment. I didn’t want to seem like a hopeless, brokenhearted groupie girlfriend because I didn’t view myself as that type. I was much stronger as a person, and I had been able to handle breakups worse than this one before. I just didn’t know where to start talking about it with Gerard.

“I don’t even know what to say. I guess I’m in shock. And Matt and Fred knew damn well he was doing it too because they tried to cover it up and keep me in the living room. I’m just a fucking idiot, that’s all. I should have known better.”

“You’re not an idiot, Jordyn. He’s the fucking idiot. To fuck up a good thing with a good girl. It’s his loss, honey, not yours.” I looked up at Gerard for the first time in a long while and saw the kindness in his expression. I smiled my best smile under the circumstances and sighed.

“Are you hungry? We were just about to order some Chinese. My treat.” Jordyn hadn’t eaten anything all day, and her stomach was telling her so with low grumbles and uncomfortable pangs.

“Sure. Thank you. But let me pay for my part, okay?” Gerard stood up and shook his head.

“No way! Guests don’t get to pay for their way. It’s a house rule.” He winked and smiled and went into the living room. I sighed again and stood up to go to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection and winced. My mascara was smeared under my eyes like The Crow’s makeup and my foundation had tear stains streaked into it, trailing down my cheeks. I wet the washcloth again that Gerard had given me and wiped off everything I could. My eyes were still swollen some and bloodshot, but I felt a little more normal once my makeup was cleaned off. I went into the living room and Ray was on the phone with the Chinese place. Someone had brought my duffle bag in and sat it by the hallway. I dug around in it and found my eye drops. I stood up, placed a few into each eye and put it back in my bag. I wiped the excess off with my sleeve and sat in a nearby chair. Gerard was standing by the kitchenette area and saw me sit down.

“Would you like a drink Jordyn? We’ve got water, diet and regular soda, beer and juice.”

“Beer is fine.” He brought it to me with a bottle opener, but as pissed and hurt as I was at the moment, I easily popped the cap off with my bare hand. Gerard raised his eyebrows and looked at his useless opener.

“Okay. Don’t need this then.” He turned around and went back to the refrigerator. Bob gave Gerard a shocked look and he just shrugged.

“Someone’s got to meet the delivery guy in thirty minutes at the main gate,” Ray said, hanging up his cell phone and laying it on the table.

“I’ll go,” Gerard said. Ray nodded and sat back down in his spot on the sofa. Gerard turned to see me gulping down my beer and then wiping my mouth on my sleeve. He cocked an eyebrow at my gluttony and began to speak.

“Jordyn? You wanna walk with me?” I looked up at him and stifled a burp as I nodded in agreement. “Okay, come on.” I stood up and followed him outside. I felt so awkward being there with all the guys. I felt like they were staring me up and down, feeling sorry for me or something. I was thankful that Gerard asked me to come with him. We had about a fifteen minute walk all the way across the venue so I figured it was a good time to talk to Gerard.

“Listen, I really appreciate your offer to stay the night on the bus, but I really shouldn’t impose. I can get a taxi to the nearest hotel. I don’t want to go home since I just got here today for a two week vacation, so I’ll just fly down to visit my sister in Florida or something. I really don’t want to be a burden to anyone. I can take care of myself. Besides, I don’t even know you guys, and it’s just really awkward for all of us I’m sure.” I looked over at Gerard, who was looking down at the ground as we walked. Suddenly he stopped, and turned to face me. He took hold of my shoulders and looked me square in the eye.

“Look, I don’t want you to go to a hotel tonight, okay? And if Adam was standing here right now, I’d kick his fucking ass for doing what he did to you. I know we don’t know each other, but how are we supposed to get to know each other if you aren’t around? It is not a burden on us for you to stay. There is plenty of room for you. So I don’t want to hear any more about you leaving tonight, okay?” I just stood there, shocked at the firmness of his tone and the expression on his face. “I mean, do you think I can just let you leave after you cried in my arms like you did? I know you didn’t have anyone else to turn to, and it’s okay that you came to me. But after that, I just can’t let you leave. I want to help you.” With that, he stepped closer to me and held my face in his hands. I started to tear up a bit because the emotions of Adam’s betrayal came rushing back. He looked down at my trembling lips and his eyes softened. He leaned in and kissed me, sweetly and innocently, and I let my eyes flutter shut, my tears releasing and cascading down my cheeks. He pulled away and I opened my eyes and looked down at his lips. “So please stay with me tonight, okay?” All I could do was nod. I feared that if I spoke, the words would come out twisted and wrong. Gerard’s expression was one of hope mixed with concern and lust. It was dreamy. I managed a small smile and Gerard smiled in return. “Come on. Let’s go get some food.” He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked to meet the delivery guy at the main gates.
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