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Things I'll Never Say	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1917 -:- 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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A/N: So yeah, haven't updated this in like a million years...

So, where to start? I can't believe where we are, I can't believe all that has happened to us. How much we've grown since we moved to New York. Both us as people and us as a band. Releasing our first CD was just, awesome. But three albums?

Who would've thought back then that we, the nerdy guys from New Jersey would release three fucking albums and be on the cover of magazines?

I don't think anyone saw this coming, except for us. The band. I think we felt it in our hearts, even back then. Back when we were just five friends hanging out, trying to find our place in life.

Now we have. Now I have. My place is right here, backstage, waiting for our gig to start. Today we're playing in Sweden for the first time, and we're really excited. Frank is the most excited. He's just as hyper as always, jumping up and down and messing with the guys. I'm content with just sitting here, a bottle of water in my hand, looking at them. The band, my band, our band. My best friends.

A few years ago, I would've been drunk by now, alcohol running through my veins instead of blood. My head would be heavy and I would have a buzzing sound in my ears. My laughter high-pitched and my smile fake.

Thank God I don't drink anymore. Actually, scratch that. Thank my friends I don't drink anymore. Alone I wouldn't have been able to pull myself out. Alone I would still be drinking, and doing other stuff that could bring nothing to me but harm.

A smile creeps onto my face as I think about the first show I had to sing sober. I was so nervous I actually threw up at the side of the stage, seconds before running out to our fans. I remember the look on my fellow band members as I screamed to the audience 'I am fucking SOBER for the first fucking time mother fuckers'. Yeah, I'm not that good with words when I'm nervous.

A chuckle escapes my lips as I watch Bob trying to get the hyper Frank to calm down. Not that it works, it never does. But we don't care, that's just Frank's thing.

"Hey Gee" a voice comes from my right and I turn my head to look at the person it belongs to. Another smile dances on my lips as I see who it is. "Hi" I say, nervously fiddling with the zipper of my hoodie I'm still wearing, a hoodie that I'll throw off my body just before going on stage. God knows its way to hot to be out there with a hoodie on. I don't get how Frank does it. Oh well, he usually throws it off half-through the show anyway.

It's weird how I still act this way around him, even after all these years. I shift my weight as I feel him joining me on the couch, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You excited bro?" He asks with a wide grin and I can't help but laugh. "Haven't I always been?" I ask taking his hand in mine.

It's so perfect, how his hand fits in mine. Like they always have. I remember the first time we had sex, how I had let his hands melt together with mine as we reached our peaks together, screaming each others names. I remember how we the next day lay there, our hands still entwined, just looking at each other.

We still do that. Uh, I mean, yeah of course we still have sex, but that's not what I meant. We still do that thing the morning after. Just holding hands, and drowning in each others eyes. Its funny how you can lie like that for hours and not be bored.

A shout from Bob brings me from my thoughts and I look over at him. "We're on!" He shouts and starts jogging towards the stage.

Now comes the best part of being in a band. Running out on stage, and hearing the crowd roar in excitement. Seeing the faces on the thousands of people lighting up as I put the mic to my mouth and start singing.

I and Mikey quickly join the others at the side of the stage, ready to run out any second. I'm still holding Mikey's hand in mine, and I quickly lean toward him for a kiss before the show. I know we're going to share kisses out there too, we always do. And the fans love it. Some people even have signs that usher us to kiss. I always make sure to point at the person holding the sign, then giving them a nod before applying to the request on their sign.

'Tonight will be different though' I think as I feel Mikey's tongue entwine with mine, sending sparks through my body. Yes, tonight will be quite different. This night, I've asked Frank, Ray and Bob to do something special for me, right after Deathwish.

I break mine and Mikey's kiss, then I peck him once, before grabbing the back of his neck and leaning my forehead against his. "Ready baby-brother?" "Oh you know it… Mr. Iero"

Life is perfect. This is how it's supposed to be. I should be nervous, but I'm not. I know that this show, this show, is going to be the most special show we've ever played. And I know that he'll say yes.

The crowd goes wild as we enter the stage, bright smiles on our faces. I laugh as Frank grabs his guitar and does a 'move' with it. He looks incredibly ridiculous but the crowds still cheer. He bows before them as I grab the mic. "Hey Sweden, are you ready to fucking rock?" I shout, and then our show starts as the beeping from 'Dead' starts.

I'm not nervous. I'm not nervous, even though there's no music at the moment since Ray, Frank and Bob did as I asked them. I'm not nervous, even though I'm standing on one knee, holding a ring out, and breathing heavily into the mic. I'm not nervous, as my brother covers his mouth with his hands, leaving his bass hanging around his neck.

"Mikey fucking Way, will you make me the luckiest bastard in the world, and marry me?" My words make the audience scream, but I don't hear them. The only thing I'm concentrating on, is my brother's face as I try to read his expression. He says something that is drowned by the crowd. I hold the mic up towards him with my free hand as my knee start to ache from me leaning on it.

"YES GERARD FUCKING IERO!"

His tears of happiness mix with mine as we kiss, our tongues gracing against each other in a deep kiss. His bass is poking me in my lower stomach, but I don't care. We're sharing the first kiss as an engaged couple, and I don't want it to end. And the kiss doesn't end, even though we hear the three remaining members of the band starting to play the wedding march for fun, it doesn't end as Frank walks over with his guitar and hugs us, squishing us with his dear old Pansy.

It only ends, when I let the silver ring slip onto Mikey's finger, and when I hand him its match so he can slip it on my finger. With a final kiss I take back the mic from him, and shove him towards his position on the stage. "Now we have a show to finish!" I scream at our fans, and the band kicks off with the intro to I'm Not Okay.

I catch Mikey's eye when I place the mic to my mouth and let my voice fill the building. His eyes are filled with the same happiness that's roaring inside my body.

And I know, I just know, that we'll spend the rest of our life making each other happy.
Because baby, we're simply meant to be.

The End.

A/N: HAHA bet ya didn't see that one coming!
No but seriously, I hate the way this fic was developing, so I decided to end it.
but hey, you can't complain... you got a happy ending.
I'm gonna concentrate on my other two fics for a while,
and then I'm gonna write a new Waycest!!! :D

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