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 Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 10:29 am
Oh wow, I hear you say. . . yet another fanfic by me >.<;; But hey; This one isn't centred on Gee. I shall give you a moment to take that in.
There. Y'see, this one's about Brian Schechter... I know, I know, most of the facts may be incorrect, but it's so difficult to get information on the guy. But the bits in LOTMS when he's being interviewed is just plain adorable, and I figured he needed a fanfic 4laugh So here it is:
My |M a n a g e r i a l| Romance
Rating: PG-13, mainly because of the cursing (which may or may not be frequent, I dunno yet).
Chapter |O N E|
The dream is always the same. Two figures standing by the sea as it washes over the sands of an unnamed beach. The peace shatters as one figure turns to the other and mutters something inaudible. The dreamer of said dream steps forward to hear what is being said, and suddenly feels something pulling at her foot. Looking down, she sees the sea has grown hands; strong, icy hands that wrap around her ankle and drag her away from the figures who continue talking, uncaringly warmly. As though they are old friends. The dreamer’s last sight is that of the two figures holding hands and waving, still faceless, still uncaring.
***
“So, why didn’t you sleep last night?” comes the sleepy voice of a sleepy Gerard Way. But Brodie West is prepared. Prepared and even more tired than would seem possible for a 24-year-old to be.
“Dreams,” she murmurs, half-heartedly pushing back her mess of brown hair. Gerard gives her a look that clearly wishes her to elaborate, but she merely waves a vague hand in his direction. The two are seated at a table in a Holiday Inn cafeteria/restaurant, alone. A short distance away, the rest of Gerard’s band queue up for food. All carry trays. All look like zombies. A short distance from them are the double-doors that lead to the rest of the hotel. Brodie sighs, her gaze fixing itself on the doors, and speaks again, mumbling into the sleeve of her hoodie. “Will Brian be getting here soon?” It is the hint of hopefulness that causes a smirk to briefly cross Gerard’s pale face. He’d always been aware of her certain… affection for the manager of My Chem. And she seemed to know that he knew, which was a good thing… it meant that the chances of Gerard getting a slap was nil. I mean… if she’d wanted to slap him, she would’ve done when he’d found out, right? Gerard shakes his head.
“He said he’d be here at nine…” he tells his friend, his pale fingers tangling in his raven-black locks of shoulder length hair, adding for good measure, “so calm down.”
“Who said I wasn’t calm?” she grumbles, propping her chin on a hand and turning her gaze away from the teasingly still doors. There is a sudden movement of chairs and feet beside Brodie and she looks up. Frank Iero settles down in the seat beside her and places his tray on the table.
“G’morning,” he utters with a yawn and picks up a fork, spearing some scrambled eggs.
“Meh,” comes Brodie’s reply. As she places her forehead on the table, the chair beside her gets pulled out and sat in.
“Hey, Guys,” the blissfully familiar voice speaks. Brodie’s head flies up, and she fixes Brian Schechter with a wide grin, immediately flushing red.
“H-hi… uh… hi,” she manages to stutter out before falling silent and folding her arms on the table once more. “Damn,” she hears herself mutter without even meaning to. Way to go.
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Just a quick intro there. Don't worry; the updates'll be longer.
EDIT: Would anyone who has any info or pictures on Mr Schechter, would you mind either posting them here, or PMing them to me? Every little helps >.< Googling him does no good. I tried and didn't get much.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 1:11 pm
Chapter |T W O|
“Okay, so you’re playing Bournemouth, then London, Liverpool, Glasgow and Nottingham, happy?” Brian asks, raising his expressive eyebrows. On his head he wears a trucker hat, and he briefly takes it off to run his hands vacantly through his short, spiky hazel hair. Two sideburns run down both of his cheeks, and always manage to either make Brodie giggle or swoon. Today, they seemed to opt for the latter. She lets out a light sigh that seems to attract more attention than she had intended. Brian smiles somewhat weakly and looks across at her. “Aw, I’m not that boring, am I?” he asks, his voice playfully hurt. Brodie is quick to assure him otherwise.
“No! No… no… no… uh… no?” she shakes her head, “I have to go now. Bathroom.” She got to her feet, horrified and practically ran at the doors. Once free from the slightly worried stares, Brodie stops, presses her back against the cool wall and lets loose a heavy sigh. Her hands hide her beet-red face. Oh yeah, so glad you didn’t humiliate yourself there… you handled that one like a real pro… she thinks, smiling in spite of herself. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She’d never been this embarrassed in front of a guy… or anyone for that matter. Someone was bound to notice. She was already pretty sure that Gerard knew; he’d been dropping hints. She pushes her hair once more out of her face and glances back at the doors as they once more swing open.
“Just so you know,” a nonplussed Brian Schechter murmurs as he appears from the restaurant, “I’m not stalking you… that’s, uh… not what you thought, right?”
“Huh? W-why would I think that?” Brodie questions.
“I don’t know… you just seem to hate me or something lately…” his hand reaches his neck, and he takes on an almost awkward pose.
“Hate you?” Brodie exclaims, just about ready to take Brian by the shoulders and shake him, “of course I don’t hate you. I mean, how long have we been friends?” At this, Brian’s face lightens.
“Six years and countin’,” he grins, “but seriously, you’d tell me if there was a problem, wouldn’t you?”
“Uh, of course,” she lies, “you don’t have a smoke on you, do you? I’m dying…” One of Brodie’s greatest talents is the ability to change the subject… ever since she was about 4. Brian’s hands dig around in his pockets, tongue poking out to the side as though in deep concentration. The lip-ring in the middle of his lower lip glints for a second, before he brings out a slightly battered packet of cigarettes and a lighter, handing them to Brodie with a grin.
“Enjoy,” he smiles, “actually, do you mind if I join you?”
“Of course not,” Brodie’s smile widens, “I’d uh, love you to…” With that, they left the hotel through the main entrance. Rain was spitting from the sky, and they hunch over to protect the fragile flame of the lighter, holding the small white sticks of tobacco until they began to smoke. Brodie took a long drag and expelled the smoke through her nose, closing her eyes in an almost euphoric smile. “Heaven…” she grins, opening one eye and looking across to Brian who was also puffing at his cigarette.
“Too right,” he agrees, “I’m meant to be giving up, y’know. You’re a bad influence.”
“I am?” she smiles thoughtfully, “damnit. And all this time I thought I was doing good for the planet.”
“Aw, you’re doing good by being a bad influence…” Brian muses, “and I am fully aware that none of that made any sense.” He laughs, a sound that sends a delightful chill down Brodie’s spine, and she finds herself incapable of speaking, instead she takes another puff. “Oh no… you’ve got that glazed look again… am I boring you?” he asks, slightly nervously. Brodie shakes her head, smiling what she hopes is a casual one.
“No. I’m just tired… I barely slept last night…” she finds herself telling him.
“Really?” he asks, “how come? You aren’t ill, are you?” Brodie shakes her head once more.
“Nope. Well, I hope not. I just… keep having weird dreams. But it’s nothing,” she tells him with a slightly weary sigh. Brian cocks his head, straightening up despite the rain that is now pouring steadily, pooling on the brim of his cap.
“Can I say something?” he asks. Brodie nods, “I just wanna say that I respect you…” Brian murmurs. Disappointment gnaws at Brodie’s stomach, and she only offers half a smile.
“Really? I can’t see why…”
“Because you don’t really care about travelling around with a band that smell bad most of the time, and who aren’t actually with you most of the time because they’re playin’ shows…” Brian shrugs, finally taking off his now-dripping hat and letting the rain have at his hair. It goes slightly limp, the gel giving out under the assault of water. Brodie shrugs.
“It’s not all that bad…” she murmurs, “I miss people sometimes though…”
“Like who?” Brian pushes for an answer, still grinning nonchalantly.
“Uh… just people,” she smiles secretively.
***
Enjoy 4laugh
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 5:41 pm
I like it! Finally someone made a fanfic about Brian, although I am quite shocked at the fact that it isn't about Gerard. Oh well I still lovers this one! 4laugh
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:31 am
Apologies for the lateness of this update... but... uh... UPDATE!
Chapter |T H R E E|
Brodie finally stamps out her cigarette and turns to Brian.
"You're pretty cool yourself," she smiles.
"Really?" he muses, shuddering as the rain runs down the back of his neck and down his back.
"Well, Ray says you're square, but if you ask me, that's better than being... triangle," she shrugs with a wide grin, speaking before Brian has a chance to question what's so wrong with being triangle, "do you wanna go back in? It's getting pretty cold."
"Sure," Brian smiles as they turn and trudge their sodden way back towards the hotel. "ah, British weather, eh?" Brodie smirks.
"If you say so. I don't mind rain. Sun annoys me. Thunder scares me. Fog... don't even get me started on fog," she shakes her head, rolling her eyes slightly. Brian chuckled gently as they stepped back into the cafeteria. The guys were sitting, emmersed in conversation about which songs they should play.
"So what's wrong with fog?" Brian asks as they take their seats. Brodie merely shakes her head.
"It hates my hair. Makes it go..." she flaps her hands briefly around her head to symbolise curls and shrugs. "And it's just so... urgh."
"And what's wrong with sun?" he smiles, his lip-ring glinting as his tongue darts out to bother it. Brodie catches herself staring and shakes her head slightly.
"It burns," she shrugs. Brian nodded, agreeing. Gerard smiles as the rest of the band start debating on when they should play Prison.
"What's with discussing the weather?" he grins, shooting Brodie a smug look. She manages to locate his legs under the table and aims a blunt kick to his shins. He scowls, but turns to Brian nonetheless. "Did you see that? She kicked me. Brian... tell her off for me," he pouts. Brian cocks his head at Gerard, raising one eyebrow.
"Are you ill?" he asks. Gerard bows his head, smirking.
"It's called humour," he teases.
"Well-" Brian begins, but Brodie cuts him off.
"Boys, boys!" she sniggers, "enough fighting. We have to leave now." Gerard turns to see the rest of the band on their feet, the driver of the tourbus standing by the door of the cafeteria, hands on hips. Gerard smiles, swinging his backpack over one shoulder and following his friends out. Brian and Brodie were the last out and he signals for her to pause by the door. He drops his voice to a low murmur.
"Uh, Brodie, seeing as I probably won't be able to be alone with you for a while, I just wanted to uh..." he trails off and finally brings himself to peck her on the cheek and shrug. She freezes, a wide smile spreading slowly across her face as Brian leaves through the door before she follows.
***
"Brodie! Ray said I couldn't play guitar for s**t..." Frank Iero exclaims, pouting as he leans heavily on the young girl.
"Was he joking?" she asks firmly, looking up briefly from her magazine. Frank thinks for a while, frowning.
"I... think so," he shrugs, curling up nonetheless next to Brodie on the couch of the My Chemical Romance tourbus.
"Tired?" she muses, smiling. Frank stifles a yawn, nodding. Suddenly, the door of the stationary bus was pulled open and Gerard, Brian and Bob all piled in, chatting.
"Where've you lot been?" Brodie asks, eyes still glued to the page of her magazine. Gerard moves and sits beside her.
"Just somewhere that you don't need to know about..." he teases. Brodie finally looks up and throws a glance around at each of the boys in question.
"What have you been up to?" she asks, narrowing her eyes.
"Nowhere," Bob giggles, also taking a seat at the table of the bus.
"What are you planning?" Brodie grows somewhat desperate, getting to her feet.
"Nothing," Gerard sniggers and stretches out, "gee, am I tired..."
"Tell me," Brodie glowers. She rather hates not knowing when people are planning something. Brian joins in the teasing, joining Bob at the table and leans on the palm of his hand, chuckling gently.
"It's nothing, Brodes. Cross my heart," he broke off, sniggering.
"Fine," Brodie glowers, "I didn't want to know anyway..." With that, she storms to her feet and disappears through the curtain that seperates the bunks.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:06 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 12:35 pm
Loving it so far...but slightly annoyed that they ain't playing Newcastle in this fic.
wink Just kidding.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 5:02 pm
It is GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE WRITE MORE!!!!!!!!
I just had a quesadilla, Teehee! So now I can't get the Used out of my head. Damn.
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