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 Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 4:27 pm
GOD SAVE NEW JERSEY
((a fanfic))
by Ferris
Everyone’s writing fanfictions now and I wanted to get a piece of the action.
I abandoned the last fanfic I wrote but I didn’t completely abandon the idea.
I like to try and envision what happened before My Chemical Romance. It’s kind of hard for me to make a fictional love interest and then making up a love story with one of the members. I don’t know that much about love. But I do know a lot about Belleville, New Jersey and Jersey in general.
There’s no love story here.
Sorry to disappoint.
If you’ve ever read “garden state”, it’ll kind of be like that.
Um…now the disclaimer:
I do not own My Chemical Romance, Thursday, Any Member of the Way Family or any of the other people whose likenesses are used in the story. Most of the events in this story are fabricated and DID NOT HAPPEN.
So don’t sue me.
kthnx.
((also, for the purpose of the story, Geoff and Gerard are the same age, even though Geoff’s about two years younger))
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 4:28 pm
Chapter ONE
1996
“So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight and say
'no there aren't enough love songs in the sky' "
- Thursday "Dying in New Brunswick"
Gerard Way walked on the thick silver train track, wobbling from left to right. He was a bit too intoxicated to stay on the track properly, so when he fell off for the umpteenth time, he stayed off. Geoff was a few feet in front of him, balanced perfectly on the track. He turned to look at his friend, who was stumbling through the glass chip ridden gravel. Shaking his head, Geoff pulled Gerard to the track, sitting him down on the cold silver. As they sat down, Gerard giggled.
“Fuuuuuck, this thing is cold!” He said, his voice slurred. Most people probably wouldn’t have understood a word the man said through his drunken drawl but Geoff was good at understanding Drunk. He was a little tipsy himself.
“Gerard, what’s wrong?”
“Whaadya mean?”
“I’m worried about you. You’re not yourself.”
“Geoff, you’re gunna haveta jus’ tell me, kay?”
Geoff sighed heavily and looked at his friend so seriously that Gerard felt himself sober up almost immediately.
“You’re not the same guy anymore. Ever since what happened a couple years ago, you’ve just been…drunk. You’re drunk all the time.”
Gerard’s head was spinning around. He couldn’t take this, especially not from Geoff. “No, I’m not, not all the time.”
“Well, every time I come around, you’re always either drunk or on your way there. I want have one of the meaningful conversations we used to have. I don’t want to sit in your basement and drink all night and see who can pass out first. I want the old Gerard back.”
Gerard leaned against his friend and closed his eyes so the world would stop spinning and wobbling in front of him. “I’m not the same, Geoff. I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. I think I died.”
“What are you talking about?”
“ I died, I died that day. I’m not the same. It ******** me up. They killed me.” Gerard could feel himself crying but somehow it was detached. Geoff felt somewhat uncomfortable but he knew he had to be there for his friend as he whispered into the cold New Jersey night “They killed me, they killed me, they killed me…”
* * *
1993
Gerard had been stocking the shelves of the empty comic book store and dusty off the shelves as he saw fit. He let out a huge yawn; this job was incredibly boring because no one ever really came in. He was surprised that the store stayed open.
Still bored, he looked on the shelves for the new Batman and X-men comics, grabbed them, and brought them back to the register. He flipped through them but couldn’t pay attention. He laid his head on the counter and tried to get in a quick nap.
He heard the door open but he was too tired to look up to see who it was. Suddenly, he felt something push against the back of his head. It was cold and hard. Gerard tensed up; it was a gun.
Hands pulled his arms out from under his still dazed head and pinned them to the counter. The gun was still pressed to the back of his head as a rough voice said “Don’t move a muscle or your brains’ll be splattered all ova the floor, ya got that?” Gerard tensed up even more. He heard the cash register open. He looked up to try and see who it was but the person holding the gun slapped the weapon across the back of his head. Gerard could feel the blood trickling down his scalp and through his hair.
“I told ya not ta ********’ move, ********!” said the man with the gun. Gerard wanted to nod but he remembered the ache in his head and stayed as still as possible. His head wound throbbed.
“Ya got the money?” asked another man. He heard another grunt out something that sounded like a “yes”.
The gun clicked behind him. He was going to die, right there in the comic book store. He saw his life flashing before his eyes; his mother, his father, his grandparents, his brother. He couldn’t remember the last thing he had said to any of them. Was it something worth while, like “Good-bye” or “I love you”? Knowing his luck, it was probably something like “Pass the ketchup” or “Your fly’s unzipped”. He wished he could have one more day, he wished, he wished-
Suddenly, he heard police sirens barreling down the street. The three robbers began shouting and hollering about the police. “********! Come on, get the money and run!”
“What about the kid?’
“He didn’t see s**t! Just leave him!” The man who was holding the gun to his head slapped him with it once more and threw him on the floor and his crew made their getaway. Lying on the floor, the back of his head bleeding out onto the shiny white tiles he had just mopped, he was grateful to be alive.
* * *
“They killed me, Geoff. I’m not all here.” Gerard kept repeating.
Geoff had wrapped his arms around his friend, stroking his head gently.
“I know, Gerard, I know,” He felt extremely bad about bringing up Gerard’s drinking problem but maybe this would get him to change. The bitter late March air blew on the both of them, freezing Gerard’s tears to his cheeks and making his eyes sting. Geoff’s soothing voice made him feel a little better.
“I’m gunna try and stop, Geoff. Really, I mean it this time.”
“I think that would be good for all of us,” Said Geoff honestly. He helped his friend get up off of the train track and the two of them walked back to Gerard’s house.
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P A R A N O i A PLUS Crew
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 5:52 pm
biggrin Write moooooooore!! I love it!! =D
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 6:39 pm
You like it?
Wow, I have a fan!
:]
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 6:54 pm
Chapter TWO
"...you turned around and tore my life in two
just like the picture that once hung on the wall
in the room that we used to share.
So fold me up and put me back in the place
where you used to keep your heart."
- Thursday "Concealer"
1996
Mikey couldn’t sleep. He sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, put on his thick glasses and rolled out of bed. He tiptoed out of his room, opening and closing his door as quietly as he possibly could.
He tried his hardest not to make that much noise as he made his way down the stairs as his parents and grandmother slept. He slid into the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a coke, and walked out the back door.
It was cold out in the backyard and the stone of the stoop was freezing him through his pajamas but Mikey wanted the air. He flipped the tab of the can open and sipped it slowly, the cold carbonated bubbles tickling his tongue. Mikey strained his eyes to see over to the back fence and saw Geoff and Gerard slowly walking towards him and the house. Gerard had that glazed look on his face that he always had when he was drunk. Mikey sighed. Sometimes, he wished he would stop but his brother understood why he did it. Right after Gerard’s near death experience, he had long and intense nightmares which he began to block out with alcohol. Mikey didn’t pester him about his constant beer binges but he thought his brother would pick up on how awful it made him feel.
Geoff waved to Gerard’s younger brother, who waved back. Gerard clumsily waved his arm as well, which caused Mikey to smile uncomfortably. They settled down on the cold stoop next to Mikey, the temperature making Gerard yelp.
“Damn it, I can’t take all this cold! It’s March already! It should clear up.”
“It’s always grim in Jersey,” Said Geoff, who motioned for Mikey to pass the coke over. He handed it to him and Geoff took a long drink. Passing it back, he asked, “Maybe we should make some coffee. You like coffee, Mikey? I remember drinking a lot of coffee when I was your age.”
“I like coffee a little,” Mikey shrugged.
“Coffee sounds AMAZING right now,” Said Gerard, heaving himself from off the stoop, “I’m really ******** sick of being cold.” He wobbled into the house. Mikey sidled next to Geoff a little more.
“He told me that he wants to stop,” Geoff whispered. Mikey shrugged but he couldn’t hide the hope in his eyes.
“He says that a lot,” He said, looking at his can of coke.
“I know, but I’m gonna stay with you guys for a little bit longer. I’m sure my parents won’t mind. Besides, I think that if I’m here, it’ll go a little better for him.”
“Thanks, Geoff. We’re very glad to have you here,” Said Mikey, smiling warmly as he pulled himself up from the stoop. He extended his hand, pulling up the boy and the two of them walked into the kitchen to see what Gerard had gotten himself in to.
Oddly enough, Gerard had managed to make a decent pot of coffee. “It’s a skill, it’s a skill,” He said, his voice triumphantly slurred as he shakily tried to pour the coffee. Mikey leaped up from the chair he was sitting in and grabbed his brother’s hand.
“I’ll pour it, Gee,” He said, gingerly taking the pot. Gerard nodded and sat down, waiting for his brown elixir. A few sips of it and Gerard was a lot more alert.
“ Hey, why don’t we drive into town tomorrow? Buy some cassettes or something like that? Does that sound good to anyone?” He asked, gulping down the rest of his coffee.
Mikey nodded. “Sounds great. I need some new music.” He yawned, set down his cup and rubbed his eyes behind his thick frames. “I’m gonna go to bed. Goodnight guys.” He waved and trudged up the stairs.
“You have a good brother,” Said Geoff, after he heard the 15-year-old’s door shut.
“I know. I wanna be a better brother to him, like he is to me,” He said, sadness filling his voice. Sometimes, he didn’t understand why Mikey was so loyal to him when he just kept ******** up.
“You know, I told Mikey that was gonna stay here a little while longer. Is that alright with you?”
Gerard’s face lit up. “You know it is! You’re like another brother to me,” He said, smiling.
“Then it’s settled. Perhaps we should get some sleep.”
Looking at the wall clock, it said 3:00 am. Gerard giggled and nodded. “But I’m so ******** buzzed on coffee!” Geoff was sent into a fit of laughter after that.
“Well, we should try it if we’re gonna do something tomorrow.”
“Ha, alright, fine.” Gerard rinsed out the cups and the two of them trumped down the stairs to Gerard’s basement room.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 8:05 pm
I love it. I'm a sucker for good plot lines, and you're writing's incredible. Ah, the joy of finding a good fanfiction... mrgreen
heart heart heart
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 8:07 pm
Chapter THREE
1993
“It's over but nothing can change to ever make it right/ When you live in a nightmare, it's written all over your face.”
-Thursday “I am the Killer”
With a shaking hand, he held the bottle of beer tightly, taking a huge gulp of it. He could feel it run down his throat and kill his brain cells as it went. Hopefully, it was killing off the brain cells that held the memories of what happened about three weeks ago.
His head still throbbed, from the pistol whipping and the alcohol. If he rubbed the back of his scalp, he could still feel where the gun made its mark. He looked down and saw he had already finished the bottle. He reached for another one and continued to drink.
He had finished 3 more beers and fell over, unconscious. He woke up, groggy and disoriented, a huge pounding headache. But it was a lot better than the nightmares. He fumbled around for his backpack, pulled it to the side of his bed, and stumbled around his room for his clean clothing.
He managed to pull together an outfit and wobble out the door to school. He had done it. He could get used to this kind of life, this kind of self-destruction.
Oblivion was better than remembering.
1996
Gerard’s first instinct when waking was to go to the fridge and get a drink but he decided against it, dimly remembering the discussion ((or what was more like crying into Geoff’s coat)) he had the night before. He had a small headache, but nothing particularly serious, nothing a few aspirins wouldn’t cure. Getting up out of bed, he fumbled his way through the dark of his basement room to find the bathroom. Closing the door and turning on the light, he looked through the medicine cabinet, found the small bottle of aspirin, and gulped down two, chasing them down with water.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was an odd looking boy; most people at his high school were afraid of him. At 18, his hair had grown out and was reaching his shoulders rather quickly. He had dyed it a shade of black. It was messy and it covered his face most of the time. He had a round chubby face and he had dark circles under his eyes. He stuck his tongue out at the mirror, ran a hand through his hair, and put the aspirin back in the cabinet.
There was a knock on the door as Gerard was brushing his teeth. “You done in there yet?” Demanded Geoff, mock annoyance in his voice. Gerard spit out his tooth paste and shouted back, “ Hey, I was thinking about taking a shower!”
“Aw, ******** off, Gee! I need to piss!”
“Too ******** bad!”
“COME ON!” Geoff banged on the door so hard that Gerard thought it he would break it down as he hysterically laughed, spraying toothpaste spraying everywhere.
Gerard opened the door a couple minutes afterwards, taking his sweet time. “You wanted the bathroom?” asked Gerard, grinning evilly. <********,” Geoff said through clenched teeth as Gerard laughed even harder. His friend bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
Gerard pulled on some clean clothes- a black t-shirt, some blue jeans, and a leather coat. Geoff came out of the bathroom, glaring at Gerard, which just sent him into a fit of giggles. He punched the giggling boy in the arm playfully.
“Such a b*****d!” Shouted Geoff. Gerard was laughing so hard, he was in tears.
“Get dressed already, ********!” Said Gerard through the last of his laughs. “I’m gonna see what’s for breakfast.”
Gerard ran up the stairs, the happiest he had felt in a long time. Mikey was already at the table, eating a sandwich. Also at the table was Gerard’s grandmother, Elena. “GRANDMA!” He shouted happily, running around the table to hug the woman.
“My, Gerard, aren’t you peppy this morning!” She said, happy to see him.
“I am, actually!” said the boy, taking a seat next to his brother.
“ Is Geoff still here?” The Way brother’s grandmother asked. Gerard nodded, stealing half of Mikey’s sandwich.
“HEY!” The boy shouted as Gerard took a bite out of it.
“Dun worry b’t ‘t” Said Gerard, through a mouthfuls of ham and cheese.
“Don’t talk with your mouthful, Gerard,” Chastised his grandmother.
Geoff came into the kitchen and smiled at everyone. “Well, good morning, Way family,” He said, sliding into the seat next to Gerard.
“More like good afternoon. It’s like 2:30,” Said Mikey, glaring at his brother, who was still munching on his sandwich.
“What are you boys up to today?” asked Elena.
“Aww, nothing much. Going into town, buying some cassettes, you know, the usual.” Shrugged Geoff.
“Well, you boys have fun. I’m going to see if I can help your mother out with anything,” said the woman.
“See you later, Grandma,” Said the brothers in unison.
“Come on, guys, let’s get a move on. We can eat later,” Said Geoff, walking out of the door. Gerard had finished off the rest of Mikey’s sandwich, which still prompted him to glare at his older brother. They piled into Geoff’s old black car and drove into town.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 8:08 pm
You like it too?
Oh man, I feel incredibly loved.
4laugh
<3
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I EAT BRAINZ! Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:35 pm
I LOVE YOUR WRITING.
You should start a manga.
You're amazing at writing, and drawing.
WHO OTHER THAN ME WOULD BUY EVERY SINGLE BOOK OF SAMI'S MANGA IF SHE STARTED ONE??
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:49 pm
Its Spelled C H O R U S I LOVE YOUR WRITING. You should start a manga. You're amazing at writing, and drawing. WHO OTHER THAN ME WOULD BUY EVERY SINGLE BOOK OF SAMI'S MANGA IF SHE STARTED ONE??
For this now?
Nah, I gotta finish TLS.
Awww, thank you!
I might draw something for this, like a cover page or the like.
Maybe Zumi.
You can her can have a contest to see who could buy more XD
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 1:13 pm
I'd totally buy it!!!
Dude, you ******** stalk my fic, why would I do any less?
Aaaaaugh...beer does funny s**t to your head... especially while watching Conan the Barbarian at like 3 in the morning... xp
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 1:43 pm
thun_der_kat I'd totally buy it!!!
Dude, you ******** stalk my fic, why would I do any less?
Aaaaaugh...beer does funny s**t to your head... especially while watching Conan the Barbarian at like 3 in the morning... xp
I do stalk your fic!
Awww, that's sweet.
That sounds like quite a story in itself.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:47 pm
Chapter FOUR
1996
"Spinning lights, don't be scared/You have given so much more
Spinning lights, take me there/ He has risen, pull me under"
- Circa Survive "Stop the Car"
Looking out the window, Mikey couldn’t understand why people didn’t like New Jersey. The houses looked the same as all the other houses in any other suburb. As the rain pattered against the windows of Geoff’s car and the sky was a murky shade of grey, he didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t like to live here. You could smell the chemicals in the air and the factory smoke seemed to mix with the clouds on days like this. It was beautiful in that eerie, toxic way that you knew was bad for you but you didn’t care. Every breath he took on this sacred, poisoned land was ruining his lungs and he loved it. It didn’t help that all of his family members smoked, including Gerard on rare occasions. He breathed it all in. It was a part of him.
Belleville was a small town with a lot of hills. When they were younger, Gerard and Mikey would ride their bikes down the hills and steer them back up because the hills were way too steep to ride back up again. Sometimes, they would ride down to the playground and go on the swings for a little while. The brothers hadn’t done that in a while, which made Mikey a little sad inside. Just another thing Mikey lost when Gerard began to only see things through a bottle.
“Can we eat first?” Groaned Mikey from the back seat. Geoff, who was driving, smiled.
“Sure, why not? I’m hungry myself,” He said. Gerard was looking out the window, probably thinking the same thoughts about Jersey as Mikey was. They tended to think alike.
Gerard looked at the bleak town of Belleville and smiled. This was home. It always had been and it would always hold a place in his twisted little heart. Most people didn’t understand it but he supposed you had to live there to truly get it.
Gerard jiggled his foot as they drove. He was jonesing for a drink but as he looked at his brother in the backseat, he became determined not to touch the stuff. Mikey deserved better and he needed to step up.
Mikey looked at Gerard and saw how eager for alcohol was but how hard he was trying to suppress that feeling. He wanted to hug his brother and tell him how proud of him he was for taking this first step. But he remained in his seat, smiling to himself and to the rest of New Jersey.
Geoff yawned and smiled, saying what was on Mikey’s mind. Geoff had a way of doing that. “You’re doing really good, Gerard.”
“Huh?” asked Gerard, coming out of his thoughts.
“I said, you’re doing good. You’ll be fine in no time. Isn’t that right, Mikey?” Geoff asked the boy. Turning around in his chair, he winked at the boy, confirming the fact that Geoff always knew what you wanted to say when you too afraid to say it yourself. He had a gift.
Gerard looked back at Mikey and smiled. He knew he was making the right choice. Maybe the nightmares weren’t as bad as oblivion.
They pulled up into a parking lot and went into the local diner. Gerard immediately ordered a cup of coffee and slurped it down in record time. He was jittery and nervous and sober. He didn’t know what to do when he was sober. Even though he was with two of his most favorite people, he didn’t know what to say or do or how to act. He jiggled his foot some more and nearly leaped on the waitress carrying the coffee pot.
Mikey ordered a cheeseburger and French fries while Geoff ordered chocolate chip pancakes and a vanilla milkshake. He was incredibly skinny, even though all he ate was sugar and junk. Mikey was pretty much the same way. It took forever for Gerard to focus his brain on something to order. In the end, he ordered the same thing as Mikey and continued to move his foot, which went from a jiggle to a nervous wave.
“OW! Gerard, stop kicking me!” shouted Geoff, a little too loudly. People in the diner began to stare at the boys, who ignored it. Gerard shrank in his seat and sipped his coffee.
“Don’t think about it, Gee,” Said Mikey sympathetically. Gerard merely grumbled into his beverage.
* * *
After lunch, the boys went over to the record store. Mikey pawed through the vinyl, looking for old Brit-pop. Geoff looked around the cassettes, snatching some up and checking out the track titles. Gerard grabbed some Metallica, some Springsteen, and some Smashing Pumpkins. CDs were around but they bought cassettes for the car. Gerard did a double take and decided to buy the Smashing Pumpkins on both cassette and CD. He also grabbed from Pavement for Mikey.
They paid and went back into the car, driving around and listening to music, with no particular destination in mind. It was spring break so they had nothing better to do but to drive around Jersey.
The drove around for a while, the sky dark but it was no longer raining. Mikey lay down in the back seat, staring at the ceiling of the car, listening to the Pumpkins and thinking about life. Geoff held his hand out the window as he drove, also thinking about life and where it was taking him. Gerard stared out the window, thinking about how long he could keep this up. He didn’t know, exactly. His mouth felt dry and he was so jittery. He either needed more coffee or some beer. What did people say about quitting something? Make it over the three day mark and it’ll only get easier from there. He had to make it three days. Day one was almost over. How much harder could it be?
He leaned against the window and gently kissed the glass, toying with the lock on the door. Geoff looked over at his friend and found it strangely beautiful, in an odd unconventional way. There was a lot about Gerard that made him think that. Someday, that man would be photographed. He could tell. It was moments like this that made him feel that in his bones.
Gerard looked out the window and saw something bright in a field. The brightness kept spinning around and for a second, he thought he was seeing things until Mikey said “Do you see that?”
Geoff pulled over and they got out to look at it.
“It’s a Ferris wheel…,” Said Gerard in awe.
“And it’s on fire,” gasped Mikey.
“We have to go,” Said Gerard, looking at Geoff. He seemed transfixed by the glowing light as well.
“******** yes,” whispered Geoff. They all ran back into the car and sped off through the field.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 10:23 pm
Sami,
I swear your fan fic is like heroin.
I even added a link to it on my myspace >w<
You just have to cllick the picture of My Chem on there.
Could you pweas right more?!?
heart
You'd be a good manga writerer person.
I think you'd sell gazillions of copies.
Just because you are an amazing writer and drawer.
Which makes me totally jealous.
<33
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 10:32 pm
Heroin?
WOW.
That s**t's pretty addictive.
Honestly?!
That makes me proud.
Ha, I'm trying. When I write my fic, I should
either be doing my homework or paying attention in class. sweatdrop
Awww, thanks!
Don't be jealous. You're too groovy of a person to be jealous
of little ol' me.
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