Chapter 3 // Meeting
“Ow…” Clary groaned, rubbing her head where it had hit the pavement. Morgan, too, was trying to soothe some of the wounds she had sustained in the fall. During the collision, the hoods of the jackets Gerard and Frank sported had fallen, revealing their face to onlookers, which included the two adolescent girls. However, both were incapacitated by their wounds and therefore, hadn’t noticed.
“Why can’t you watch where you’re going?” Morgan asked the two men who had fallen, her eyes still closed, squinting internally because of the pain. Finally, she opened her sea green eyes and was faced two very unlikely faces. Oh my… she thought silently to herself.
“Sorry, we were a little occupied at the moment,” Frank told them in a quiet voice. Clary, upon hearing his sound, looked over at him and his friend, and was inwardly stunned by who she saw.
“Oh my God… you’re Gerard Way and Frank Iero!”
“Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you too; at least it would be if you weren’t sitting on top of me!” Gerard complained. It was only then that Morgan realized she had been sitting atop Mr. Way. She blushed in embarrassment, muttering a quick apology before getting off of him. “Okay, now it’s nice to meet you both. Who are you, anyway?”
“I’m Morgan Grant,” she told him. “And this silent, irritating, yet very interesting sprite next to me is the loverly – spelled exactly how it sounds – Clary O’Halloran.”
“Thanks for the enlightening introduction, love,” she said to her jittery friend in an annoyed tone with her slight British accent.
“Wait, you’re English? Cool,” Frank said.
“Just born there. Please tell me, is this conversation going anywhere appealing?”
”Well, you know who we are…” Gerard trailed.
“Who, in this country, doesn’t? Hell, when I visited Spain, they knew about you!”
“Ah yes, I remember visiting Spain. They didn’t kill us either.”
“Well, be thankful for that. So tell me, why are you both away from your tour bus and talking to a pair of strange, sarcastic girls, instead of partying it up with your closest friends?” Morgan asked them.
“And here we thought some loyal fans would be interested to hang out with us.”
“I’m sorry, do my ears deceive me? Are Gerard Way and Frankie Iero of My Chemical Romance asking normal, boring old us to hang out with them and the rest of the band?”
“Why I do believe they are,” Morgan told her friend, who then turned back to the band members, who were looking at the two of them curiously. “What?” she asked.
“You two are weird,” Gerard stated matter-of-factly to them.
“Says the man who wears a pink boa while singing ‘Mama’ at almost every show and is best friend’s with the man who wears tiaras and kisses him on stage.”
“Wait, are you calling us weird?” Frankie asked, participating in their banter.
“I don’t know; Morgue am I calling them weird?”
“Well if you aren’t, I am,” she said playfully.
“And is being weird a bad thing?” Gerard pouted.
“Are you kidding me? It’s the best ******** thing on the planet!” Clary and Morgue high-fived each other, leaving Gerard and Frank more confused than ever.
“So, do you want to hang out with us?” Frank asked the two.
“Sure, why not?” Clary said.
“Your mom will be pissed,” Morgan said sweetly in a sing-song voice.
Clary shrugged nonchalantly, following Gerard and Frankie who were now walking away towards the bus area. “When isn’t she? It’s like she’s on permanent PMS or something. I’ve told her too.”
“And what did she say?” Morgan asked, looking down at her friend who was significantly shorter than herself.
She shrugged once more. “That I was too.”
Inside the tour bus, Bob, Ray, and Mikey sat playing video games on the Xbox, not really caring that Gerard and Frank were missing. Actually as Bob had put it, “they always seem to find their way back just in time for a show.” Otherwise, though, nothing had been said about their sudden disappearance from the stage or Gerard’s questioning of Ray that morning. As they reached a new level of their game, the door to the bus swung open to reveal a girl of about sixteen with brown hair and aqua eyes standing at the threshold. Oh no, not another fangirl, they all thought solemnly.
“Ha, I told you I could beat you! That’s what you get from smoking all the time! As for you Clary –”
“I have short legs, so stick that in your juice box and suck it!” another girl with a slightly more mature and positively British voice called. The three of them looked at each other confusedly.
“Who are you?” Mikey asked the girl who stood at the doorway. She turned to face them and it seemed that she had just noticed that they were sitting there. Maybe she doesn’t know this is our tour bus?
“Oh sorry, I –”
“Don’t ever make me run like that again.” They recognized the flustered voice at the door and stood up to see Gerard practically heaving on the carpet.
“Hey Gee, if you’re gonna heave, do it in the bunks please. We’re trying to play a game here.” He looked up to see them looking at him with annoyed, worried, and amused looks simultaneously.
“Oh, this here would be –”
“Ha! Who’s laughing now Iero?” the British girl they heard earlier stood at the threshold looking into the night, obviously addressing Frank. Now, the remaining band members were confused beyond belief.
“Who –”
“Yeah, well you and your tall friend over there had head-starts! So you both cheated!”
“Suck it up Frankie, I pwned you!”
“Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!” he said between breaths.
“Can’t think of a better comeback Mr. Iero?”
“HEY!” a voice shouted over the bantering. They all looked towards Bob, who had an irritated look about him and his face was red from pent up frustration. “Who are you two? And I swear to God, if anything else interrupts your introductions, I will –”
“And now presenting Linkin Park!” a voice on the intercom system announced the arrival of the very-tardy band, and Bob looked like he was about to blow a casket. Very cautiously, Clary closed the door, so as not to alarm the ready-to-blow Bob.
“Well, I’m Morgan Grant, and my lovely English companion is Clary O’Halloran.” The guys looked from one girl to the other, and it was then that they noticed her resemblance to their guitarist.
“Gerard, is this the one you were talking about earlier?” Ray asked, taking a step closer to the confused teenager.
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