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Taking Back the Life You Stole	By : Rachy2006 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1362 -:- 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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"And now arriving is the band taking the world by storm, My Chemical Romance. They're all looking very smart this evening. There's Ray Toro, Frank Iero. Ooooo and what's this. Gerard Way, is going to be breaking a lot of fans hearts tonight."
"GERARD, LOOK HERE. RIGHT HERE GUYS," the photographers shouted. You gripped Gerard's hand tighter and tried to look elegant. Who were you trying to kid? You weren't elegant at all. Shit.
You stopped in front of the main bank of photographers. The flashes went mad. White lights blinded you; they swam in front of your eyes. They'd want photos of just the band right? You released Gerard's hand and moved away from the photographers.
"WHERE YOU GOING HONEY?" the photographers shouted "GET BACK HERE!"
Gerard looked at you confused. The guys beckoned for you to come back into the frame. You stood in the centre, the guy’s arms around you. Gradually the guys drifted away, until just you and Gerard remained. He put his arm around your waist and you cuddled into him.
"WHO IS SHE GERARD?" they shouted.
"She's our tour manager!" he shouted back. Keep them guessing he thought.
He led you down the red carpet away from the photographers. "Love you," he whispered in your ear. You smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. You touched his lips with yours just for a second. Just enough time for the cameras to catch the shot. "Good job, now at least we don't have to say anything," Gerard laughed.
But it wasn't over yet. There was a huge group of fans at the far end. The guys were already signing away on merch, skin, shoes, anything they could lay their hands on. Trouble was the fans had just witnessed your little kiss and they were not happy.
You hung back as you were faced with angry stares and loud whispers.
"Who is that Gerard?" one girl asked. She was about your age, tall, long black hair, kinda scary.
"Ermmmm..... that’s my girlfriend Bea," he said.
"Right," the girl replied, looking you up and down. The news that Gerard had a girlfriend spread like wildfire through the crowd of fans and soon girls were even crying.
"I think we should go inside," Gerard mouthed at you nervously. You just nodded in shock.
"See ya guys," Gerard and the others shouted, waving enthusiastically. He reached for your hand and you received it gladly. Without looking back you all entered the building.

"Well that went as well as could be expected," Frank offered as you all stood around in the foyer.
You and Gerard just stared at him in shock.
"What?" he said.
"Did you see some of those kids? They were crying," Gerard stressed.
"Holy shit," you said, "I knew I shouldn't have come. I knew this was the wrong thing to do," you said nervously.
"Why not now?" Gerard questioned. "I can't pretend to be single forever, just to please the fans. I love them and everything but shouldn't my own happiness still come first. They can't expect me never to fall in love," he said angrily.
"You're right dude," Bob nodded.
"I said that I wanted to show everyone what a beautiful girlfriend I had and now I've done that. I'm happy, now everyone else has to deal with it!" he said strongly.
You nodded along. He was right. He was always right.

"Have you seen this?" Gerard said as he ran into the room.
"Hmmm... what?" you mumbled, tangled in the sheets on the bed.
"You look gorgeous," he procrastinated, pecking you on the forehead.
"Don't change the subject," you giggled, "Have I seen what?"
"We're on MTV!" he laughed. He pressed the ON button on the TV remote and the screen sprang to life.
"Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance shocked the press and fans last night when he turned up with a girlfriend on his arm," a film played of you with your arms around each other, you touching his face, you kissing him. "There has been no previous news of Gerard being attached, so it clearly came as a shock to the fans." Images of the girls crying filled the screen. "He said that her name was Bea," the tall girl who had asked Gerard who you were appeared on the screen, "As far as I know, Bea is their tour manager, she's English," the girl continued, "She didn't look that special to me," the girl threw in at the end. Your mouth dropped open in shock.
"Oh my god," you gasped.
"Shhhhh," Gerard said, flapping his hands at you.
"Our source has confirmed that this mystery English girl, is in fact My Chem's Tour manager Beatrice Wright. Apparently they got together a month ago after Gerard helped her get over a heavy addiction to cocaine and alcohol. I guess only time will tell but they looked pretty close to me. This is...."
Gerard flicked the TV off. "How the hell did they know that about me... about us," you said angrily.
Gerard shrugged. "I don't know," he whispered, "I'm sorry baby." He sank down onto the bed with you and held you close. You ran your fingers slowly over his bare chest, feeling his soft skin on your fingertips. He sighed loudly and pulled you even closer to him, as if he was afraid you would disappear at any moment.
"At least now we don't have to hide," you reasoned. "I can just kiss you like this," you kissed him hard on the lips, "in public. and touch you like this in public." You ran your hand down his cheek and onto his chest.
"All sounds good to me," he laughed. "I just don't want you to get hurt by crazed fans. I just wish that they would wish us luck and accept it," he said gently.
"Don't worry, I'm a big girl now!" you laughed.

"Time to go guys," you shouted. "The tour continues, the fun is over," you joked.
"Awww man," Frank said. "I wanna go to more awards shows and look cool!" he pouted, before breaking into a cute smile.
"Awww honey," you replied, pinching his cheek before giving it a playful slap, "Get a grip!"
Frank stuck his tongue out at you. "You used to be such a nice girl," he joked.
"Yeah I'm manager from hell now!!" You made an evil face at him.
You all tumbled out of the front of the hotel. You felt like crap. Hardly any sleep had left you with dark bags under your eyes. You had hodge podged together some sort of passable outfit for the journey. Old black jeans of Gerard’s, a Misfits T-shirt and green converse sneakers. "You look hot," Gerard had commented as you left the bathroom.
"Stop sucking up!" you had laughed.
The guys started to pile onto the bus, you and Gerard were last in the line.
"BEA," you heard someone shout behind you. You instinctively turned around and were faced with a fist. It hit your face hard and you stumbled backwards into Gerard's arms. You tasted blood in your mouth. You just saw a dark figure run quickly down the street.

"Owwwwwww. Oh my God that hurts," you screamed. The guys hurtled back off the bus to see what all the fuss was about.
"Geez!" Mikey gasped, coming over to take a look at your swollen and bleeding eye, "Who the hell did that?"
"That bastard," Gerard gestured at the figure running down the street, his face boiled with anger. He placed you in the arms of Mikey and ran swiftly down the street after your attacker.
"GERARD," you shouted, "IT'S NOT WORTH IT!"
"Oh man, you bring some trouble Bea!" Ray sighed, with a cheeky smile on his face.

Gerard was catching up with the figure. "Hey!" he shouted, "STOP." But the figure kept on running. It stumbled on a crack in the pavement and fell to the floor. Gerard caught up and grabbed their arm. "What gives the right to punch my girlfriend huh?"
He pulled back the hood of the attacker, revealing the face of the tall, black haired girl from the night before. "I should have known it was you!" Gerard said angrily, "How dare you! What has she ever done?"
The girl glared fiercely at Gerard in complete silence. "Well?" he insisted.
"She's a bitch!" the girl spat out.
"What?....... how?" Gerard had no answer to the girl's obvious hatred.
"She's not good enough for you," the girl pleaded.
"You don't even know her!"
"I know enough! You know that you’re going to lose fans over this! There are millions of girls out there who want you Gerard and you have to settle for.... that!" The girl's face was contorted with spite and anger. Gerard felt pity towards this girl who was obviously confused and disillusioned.
"Hey. Shouldn't all this be about the music?" he reasoned, "Who cares who goes out with who! I love Bea and I'm not just settling for her. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me!"
"People care about your music second and your looks first Gerard," the girl insisted, "Get into the real world! How can a crack whore be the best thing that has ever happened to you!?" she said spitefully.
Gerard felt his anger levels reach breaking point. "You know nothing of what she's been through!" he tried to keep his cool. However the girl's smirking face just made him more mad.
"She is a dirty whore and you know it! She's probably sleeping around with every guy on the tour, including your brother and the rest of the band!" the girl whispered.
Gerard didn't see the press photographer behind him as he laid a punch into the girl's face.
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