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In Love And Death	By : VenusMoon Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1741 -:- 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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"Hello?" Bert answered.
"Hey."
There was an awkward silence as they both tried to think of something to say. Gerard could hear Quinn and Jeph yelling and laughing in the background, causing Bert to let out a small giggle. Gerard's eyes welled up at the sound as he remembered al the times he'd caused Bert to laugh like that. He took a deep breath, steadying his voice as he prepared to speak.
"So, how've you been?" Gerard asked, mentally kicking himself for his oh-so-original opening line.
"Pretty great, actually," Bert replied, giggling again as Quinn screamed something about Jeph not being able to make a frozen pizza.
Gerard smiled a little, giggling at the image of Jeph trying to bake a pizza with the plastic still on it. "What's going on over there anyway?" he asked, still chuckling.
"Well, Quinn's trying to teach Jeph how to cook, and as you've probably guessed, its not working." They both laughed, some of the tension draining from their voices. "How's recording going?" he asked.
"Great. I'm really excited about this album," Gerard lied through his teeth. The truth was, he hadn't been sober for any of the writing sessions Frankie had tried to organize, but he really didn't want Bert to know that. They only had a couple of recordable songs ready, and they only had those because they were written during the tour.
"Yeah, same here," Bert replied. Gerard smiled at the excitement in his voice. "We're wrapping up recording now, actually. We're all really proud of what we've put together this time."
Gerard nearly winced as another wave of pain and longing crashed through his chest. Bert sounded so happy now that he wasn't being forced to take care of a lying, cheating junkie. He forced back his tears, trying to feel glad that Bert was okay. It wasn't working. Gerard suddenly remembered that he should be speaking instead of making Bert listen to dead air. "So, what are your plans for when you're finished?"
"Oh, about that," Bert replied, pausing as if he was trying to find the right words for what he was about to say. "I'm glad you called, actually. Jeph and Quinn were talking about flying out there to visit once our part in the album production is over." Bert paused again and Gerard's heart skipped a beat. He crossed his fingers, hoping Bert would ask what Gerard thought he was going to ask.
"That would be great," Gerard said, almost too excitedly. "I know Frankie and Mikey really miss hanging out with them everyday."
"Yeah, I know. Jeph never shuts up about your brother." Gerard could hear the grin in Bert's voice. He smiled at the image, wanting nothing more than to see that look on Bert's beautiful face again. "So anyway," Bert continued, "I was wondering if it would be okay if I came with them."
Gerard almost squeaked in delight. "Of course, you didn't even have to ask."
"Well, I wasn't sure... I just..." Bert stumbled through his words. "You know what I mean," he finished, his voice taking on a hint of sadness.
"Yeah, but I would love it if we could be friends. I really miss you, Bert." Gerard's voice broke slightly on his last sentence. He faked a cough, hoping Bert didn't notice.
"That would be great, Gee," Bert said quietly. "Believe it or not, I miss you, too."
Gerard wiped a tear from his cheek and forced a smile to his voice. "Okay, well I better go. I promised Frankie we'd work on some more material for the album today."
"Okay," Bert replied, sounding overly cheerful. "I guess I'll call when I know more about this visit Quinn and Jeph have planned."
"Alright, sounds good."
"Talk to ya then, Gee." Gerard's stomach fluttered when he heard his old nickname.
"Bye, ba-Bert." He hung up the phone quickly, kicking himself once again for almost slipping and calling Bert 'baby.' It hurt, not ending the call with I love you, but at least they were on friendly terms. He stood up, catching his reflection in his full-length mirror.
"Damn, I look like shit," he said to himself as his eyes traced his appearance. Aside from the fully clothed shower Frankie had subjected him to the night before, he hadn't bathed in a week. His hair was matted and greasy, his skin pale and covered with blotches, and his eyes looked sunken, framed as they were by huge dark circles. He grabbed a towel, his best pair of jeans and his favorite Smashing Pumpkins tee and headed straight for the bathroom.
After a very long shower, he got dressed, blow-dried his hair, and even put on a bit of make up to cover the circles under his eyes that only a few weeks of alcohol free rest would get rid of. He went back to his room and grabbed his notebook and the acoustic guitar he used for songwriting, before darting around the house, rounding the rest of the band up, telling them to meet him in the dining room. He took a seat at the head of the table, flipping open his notebook as he waited for everyone else to join him.
"What's this all about?" Ray asked as everyone filed into the room.
"Well, I don't know about you guys," Gerard replied, grinning as he looked at his band mates, "but I've got a new album to write."
Frankie and Ray chuckled as everyone sat down around the table. Mikey stood in the doorway, gaping at his brother before grinning from ear to ear.
"What?" Gerard asked when he noticed he was being stared at. He blinked in confusion.
Mikey closed the distance between them, pulling his brother into a tight hug. "I'm just glad you're back." He smiled as he pulled away, taking the empty seat next to him. Gerard smiled at his brother, then glanced at Frankie, who was smirking as he flipped open his own notebook and picked up Gerard's guitar.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," he said, absently strumming a few notes.
********* Gerard threw himself into the writing process. It was incredible how easily the words flowed out of him when his mind wasn't caught in an endless fog of drugs and cheap vodka. Gerard was slightly taken aback at the way the album had progressed. He had originally wanted to write something entirely fictional, the story of a man who has to bring the devil the souls of a thousand evil men in order to see his true love again. But as he opened himself completely to his emotions, the story of last summer poured out instead. The concept had turned into a metaphor for all the laughter and tears he'd shared with Bert and their band mates during Warped Tour.
After another lengthy recording session, Gerard sat alone in his room, flipping through the pages of a worn black notebook that were covered with the entire band's handwriting. He paused as his eyes fell across the last song they'd completed, the as yet untitled opening track of the cd. He scanned the lyrics as conflicting emotions battled in his chest. He was so proud of what they'd created, but his heart still ached every time he was forced to relive the moments he'd immortalized in song. The recording process was proving to be more difficult than he'd imagined, as almost every song brought back a memory of Bert.
He flipped the notebook shut and turned off the lamp beside the bed, checking to make sure he'd set his alarm before he closed his eyes. Tomorrow he and Mikey would brave the Jersey turnpike traffic to pick Bert, Quinn, and Jeph from the airport. He tossed and turned for at least an hour, unable to tear his mind from Bert. He sighed and stared at the ceiling as a thousand questions and possible answers danced through his mind. He wondered what it would be like to see him after all this time. How much had he changed? He he cut that hopeless hair, or grown it longer? Did his shockingly blue eyes still dance with laughter and burn with seemingly unquenchable fire when he performed? Most importantly, had he met someone else? Was he truly never coming home? Gerard squeezed his eyes shut as he felt hot tears spring up. He forced the thought from his mind, the image of Bert with another love almost unbearable. He sighed again and turned to his side, hoping sleep would free him from his self-torment soon.
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