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Old Flames Die Hard	By : angelgirl9987 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Gee! God what happened are you okay?” Gerard woke to a frantic Frank hovering over him. He could still hear Bert in the background, “…Help yourself, I hope you choke and you die…”

“Frank, we have to leave. I can’t deal with this, THEM. I can’t be here when they are obviously not okay with me. He said this song was about me…for me…god Frankie how could he be so hateful, what did I ever do to him?” “I don’t know Gee, come on let’s go get the rest of the guys and then we’ll go. I think I saw them all around the bar.”

“…Liar, liar, house on fire and the glass tastes messy, chew it louder, bet your tummy hurts you, you motherfucker…”

Gerard could barely walk he was so mixed up. He was angry at Bert for singing these songs about him, and losing himself to the cloud of depression that was growing over his head. Where had everything gone wrong? Why did Bert seem to hate him so much now? He longed to talk to his former friend and sort everything out, but it seemed like he would never get the chance now. Bert seemed to be very set in keeping things the way they were.

“…Those two songs were ‘Pretty Handsome Awkward’ and ‘Liar Liar’, and they are dedicated to my dear, pathetic, COCK-SUCKING, sorry excuse for a friend, ex-pal Gerard Way. I hope The Black Parade comes for him in the form of a fucking semi crushing his pretty bones to ash.”

Oh now that did it. Gerard was no longer depressed, he was PISSED. Never in his life had he wanted to kick the shit out of someone, but Bert had just crossed a line. He pulled away from Frank and quickly crossed the club to the stage, ignoring Frank’s shouts to stop, which he proceeded to climb up and grabbed the mic away from a slightly shocked Bert. “We need to talk, NOW,” Gerard said to Bert before grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him offstage.

“What’s up GeeGee,” Bert asked smirking “Did you enjoy the new songs? I wrote them just for you ya know; thought you might appreciate them.”

“What the fuck is your problem man? What the hell did I ever do to you that would make you write those horrible songs about me? What made you think that that would be okay?”

“My problem is that you are a pretentious little bitch, who thought that you were better than every one of your friends, and who had to get more attention by talking about your struggle to get sober every chance you got; saying you couldn’t have gotten to where you were by being fucked up all the time. How do you think that made me feel huh? You were my best friend, my fucking lover, and you go and stand against everything I was and still am. You said that without getting sober you would never have been as successful as you have become. It felt like you were saying that because I was a drinker, and a pot smoker, that I would never be able to be successful, or even have any real talent. Have you forgotten that we were popular before you ever were? That WE took YOU out on tour giving you the chance to gain more fans? You fucking turned your back on me and my band when you got sober, that couldn’t go unnoticed.”

“Are you kidding me with this Bert? When did I ever say that because you guys drink and smoke pot that you would never be successful, you had fans way before we did. You’re already successful. When I said we could never have been as successful if I hadn’t gotten sober, I meant that if I had continued to drink and abuse drugs, I would have killed myself. I was an alcoholic Bert; I didn’t know when to stop. I was addicted to Xanax and cocaine. If I hadn’t gotten sober, my band would have fallen apart because they couldn’t keep saving me whenever I got fucked up. One day I would have gotten too fucked up to survive. If I didn’t get sober I would have died. I’ve never told anyone that they can’t become successful if they aren’t sober, I only said that if I wasn’t My Chemical Romance would have become a lost cause. Please believe me I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to lose you. Just because I stopped partying with you guys didn’t mean I never wanted to see you again. I just couldn’t be around you while you were doing that stuff because I would have been too tempted to do it myself. I loved you Bert, hell I still do, I never meant to hurt you.” Gerard was crying by now. He was so overcome by the pain of knowing that Bert thought he had turned his back on him, and the regret that it was what he had said that had ended their relationship; it was all too much to take in at one time.

Bert started at Gerard for a few minutes before gently reaching his hand up to softly stroke his ex-lovers cheek. “You son of a bitch,” he whispered then turned and walked back into the club to rejoin his band mates. Gerard crumbled to the floor in shock and cried uncontrollably until Mikey found him and took him home.

A/N: Gosh guys I'm still in shock over the amount of support I've gotten so quickly for this story. I stayed up late just for you guys to write this chapter...hopefully you guys like it!! Once again thank you sooooooooo much to my reviewers Kate, Silk, and LilyRose for their amazing support and enthusiasm...this one's for you guys!!
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