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Once in the hospital, I sat in a faux leather recliner at the end of a hospital bed, Bob sitting next to me. His injuries were already cleaned up, and he looked awkward. I glared at the person in the bed.
"You can glare at me all you want, Gwen, it won't make the fracture go away, and it won't make me take the pain medication."
I continued to glare at him.
"You don't scare me!"
I took a sip of my coffee, glaring at him over the rim of the cup.
"You're a jackas.s, Gee."
"What?" He looked surprised and a little offended. "Why?"
"You broke your friggen ankle!" His eyes grew wide with indignation. What he didn't know was that I was completely messing with him. It took a lot of effort not to smile.
"Dude! Totally not my fault! Frank's the one who knocked me over!"
"Is it Frank's fault you have bad balance?"
"Okay, I'm not having this conversation any more." He crossed his arms and looked away, like a little kid. I sat on the edge of his bed with a grave face. I tried to look him in the eye, but he avoided looking at me. I grinned."Little Gee, little Gee, why won't you look at me...?" I sang out. He grinned in spite of himself and looked at me.
"What the h.ell was that?" He asked, chuckling.
"I have no idea. You know I was kidding about the whole being angry at you thing, right?" He sighed.
"I guess."
"Of course you do. But I'm still confused as to why you are refusing pain medication." He gave me a look.
"Didn't you tell me to refuse it?"
"That's before I saw you like this. You should take it."
"Do you remember when I called you at two in the morning a couple years ago? That's why I won't take it."
"You. Are. In. Pain!"
"It's not that bad." I gave him a look of disbelief, and nudged his foot. He let out a cry of pain.
"Not that bad, eh?"
"I can take it."
"Stop trying to be a hero, Gee. Either you take the medication, or I hit you over the head to make you sleep."
"Neither, please." I glared at him some more.
"Gerard, you're being difficult. Fine, I have to go anyway. I have to arrange everything for your first concert as 'The Black Parade.'"
"Oh, yeah. Where is that again?"
"In London."
"Fun stuff! What would I do without you, Gwen?"
"You would be a drug-addled comic book artist still living at home."
"Right. Bye, Gwen."
"Bye, Gee, Try not to get hurt anymore while I'm gone." He grinned and waved goodbye, and I waved back, Bob following me out the room.

A couple weeks later, we were all arriving at the Hammersmith Palais in London, all of us very nervous. This was the first time that the world would hear just what the Black Parade was, and we had no idea if it would be accepted, or dismissed as a pathetic attempt. Gerard was especially nervous because not only was his ankle still hurt, but his ideas, his dreams were being put on the line, and it would be up to the kids in the audience whether his dreams lived or died.
Once inside, the guys went off to change, and I rushed around, doing my regulatory tour around the venue, making sure people don't mess up. This day, I was especially on edge, and I yelled at someone for putting a bottle of water on top of one of the amps. I'm sure they all understood, though. I did get more glares than usual, though...
When the boys came out of the dressing room, Gerard had a look on his face and a microphone in his hand that said that I would be involved in this performance.
"Oh, Gwenie-poo! I have a favor to ask you!" He sang out. I winced and turned around.
"What's with the g.ay talk?"
"I felt like it. Look, I was wondering- can you still do a British accent?"
"Do penguins explode on top of televisons?"
"Yes they do. Would you do me a huge favor?" I eyed him suspiciously. I hoped he didn't expect me to walk onstage. I get major stage fright.
"What is this favor you ask of me?"
"Could you get on the mic, and in your British accent announce this?" He handed me a piece of paper. I read it carefully, and looked up at him in surprise.
"Who are these good friends of yours?"
"The Black Parade." Oh, I understood. The Black Parade was like their alter-ego. Like David Bowie and Ziggy Stardust. I grinned.
"Yeah, I'll read it. Should I do it now?" He nodded. I nodded back, and whispered to the stage manager to dim the lights. Screams of delight came from the crowd. I switched on the mic and read out in the British accent.
"Attention, please. Unfortunately, My Chemical Romance will not be performing this evening due to unforseen circumstances." I heard a collective groan. "They apologize deeply for this inconvience. In their absence, they have asked their good friends to fill in for them."
The energy of the crowd was amazing. I felt the force of it thrumming in the walls. I switched off the microphone and turned to the guys with wide eyes.
"You all better do a good show. If you don't, I think they'll rip you to shreds."
"But no pressure, right?" said Mikey nervously. I gathered them all into a huddle.
"Don't worry guys. I'm sure you'll kick a**. Just remember to channel the Black Parade through yourselves. After all, we all are just a black parade." Here I winked at Gerard. "You guys, you will take this world by storm, one show at a time. Just think of this as just another show. Put all your hearts into it, but don't be serious!" I beamed at them. "This isn't supposed to be serious. What I think you don't realize is that not only are your shows a therapy for you, but for your fans, as well. If you're too nervous, or too serious, they won't have as good a time as they should. Okay, that's my speech. I'm sure if you don't get out there soon, there'll be a mob scene." I grinned and pushed them towards the stage. Gerard turned back to me.
"Thanks Gwen."
"Any time." He hesitated, and said something that I never expected.
"I love you." At this I had to stop and stare. He looked like he really meant it, and I knew he meant it when he walked towards me and kissed me on the lips. I felt a tingle go throughout my whole body as I kissed back, as well as an unspoken vow of love pass between us. All too soon, I pulled back to catch my breath.
"I love you too, hon. Now go out there and rock! They're waiting for you." I looked past him to see Frank, Mikey, Bob, and Ray all looking at us and grinning. Frank mouthed 'Finally!', and Mikey clapped his hands while jumping up and down. I pushed Gerard towards the stage, and he walked backwards, lingering to hold my hand. He grinned one of his big, pretty smiles, and turned to face the front curtain.
As I watched them play with a new energy, I sensed that this was the ending of My Chemical Romance, and the beginning of The Black Parade.

THE END.

Okay, in case you didn't notice, I lied about Gwen and Gerard falling in love. Just a little twist I decided to put in at the last moment. I hope you all enjoyed the story! Use the rest of this thread to talk about it, or whatever. The next story I will be posting is kind of like a sequal to this one. Keep your eyes open for it: I don't know what I shall call it yet.

THAT WAS SO GOOD!!!!! You are a awesome writer!
Are you going to be writing anymore stories? I hope so!
Awesome Story!

yay! I get a cupcake and several comments of 'awesome'!

And yes, I will be writing another story. I'm not sure when, and I have no idea what it will be called, but it shall make an appearance in the future. The cool part about it is that it will be a kind-of sequel. It'll be interesting.

SEQUELSSS!!! *jumps around*