'Cause When It All Falls Down, chapter 1
I flopped down on the barstool rubbing my eyes. I was miserable and the whole world knew it, thanks to the fucking tabloids. I was suicidal and the booze wasn't helping. I sighed as I took my cell phone out of my pocket. I checked out my missed calls.
14 missed calls... Damn it, and most of them were from Tré. I sighed and called his number.
"Hello?" his voice was tired sounding and groggy.
"Tré, it's Gerard." I mumbled, "What the fuck do you want?" I asked.
"Gee! Please believe me when I say I'm sorry, I didn't know-" he started to say before I cut him off.
"Bullshit." I muttered and hung up. The bartender looked up at me.
"What's' wrong hun?" She said, pouring me the same drink I've had all night. I said thanks and dug through my pockets to find my wallet.
"No problem, it's on me." She muttered. She looked at me once again, her pushing her graying hair out of her blue eyes.
"So hun, what's wrong." She soothed. I sighed.
"Girlfriend fucked my friend." I mumbled. She nodded and sadly smiled.
"That sounds terrible. Is he really your friend then?" she asked, leaning on the counter. I shrugged when that thought hit me; was he really my friend.
"Only time will tell." I muttered, but she was already gone. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my beer. My eyes wondered around the room; until I saw her.
She wasn't hot, sexy, or fine. She was gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, or as some girls would call her, real. Her magenta hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, which was about down to her shoulders. She was tall and long legged. Her shocking blue eyes were circled with kohl eyeliner and her "personality" was not too big not too small, or as Tré would say, just right. All I have to say is that she certainly wasn't flat. She had a black t-shirt that had the words "Never Fail" in scripted in white. Her black peasant skirt stopped at her knees, showing off her legs. I hadn't known I was staring until she smiled at me, and dear lord, what a smile. I saw her tell her friends something and she made her way over to me. Holy fuck, was I blushing?
"Hi, I saw you over here. Are you by any chance Gerard Way; from My Chemical Romance?" she asked, sitting down next to me. Her voice was clear and edgy, she was a singer.
"Um yeah, that's me, I'm mean, I'm Gerard from Romance Me Chemical, no, My Chemical romance, nice to meet you." I stuttered. She nodded.
"It's really cool to meet you. I'm Chelsea." She said, stretching out her hand. I thought for a moment, Chelsea, she had magenta hair, and I've recognized that voice from somewhere.
"Chelsea Aldrich? From Rosetta Stone?" I asked her. She looked at her outstretched hand and put it back at her side, smiling. I was mentally kicking myself for being rude. She smiled and nodded.
"You've heard of us?" she asked, crossing her legs lady like. I've nodded.
"You're really good." I muttered. She smiled.
"Thanks, that's awesome coming from someone with experience." She complimented. I blushed.
"Thanks." I mumbled, looking down, I then looked into her blue eyes, melting a little, "Oh, uh, would you like something to drink?" I asked her, sort of stumbling over my words. She shook her head.
"Thanks but no thanks, I'm the designated driver." She said, smiling a little. Ever get that feeling inside of your stomach that just wouldn't go away? Well, I did, every time she smiled. She looked back at her friends who looked ready to go. She looked at me sadly and smiled.
"I have to go, oh, here is my number." She said, taking a piece of paper out of her wallet and writing a few numbers down.
"I'd like to go out some time, as friends, you seem like a nice guy. It was great to meet you." She mumbled, running to catch up with her friends. I watched her leave. I looked down at the sheet of paper, smiling to myself, completely forgetting the whole, Tré fucked my girlfriend thing.
I woke up to the bright light blinding me. I sat up rubbing my tired eyes. I heard a knock on the door. I sighed and rolled my eyes, thinking it would be Tré. I picked up a pair of pants, trying to put them on and stumble over to the door at the same time. I managed each task and opened the door. Billie was standing there.
"Hey gee, so I found out who you met last night." He smirked. I raised an eyebrow and chewed on the side of my cheek. He couldn't have known about Chelsea.
"What do you mean?" I asked, letting him in. He smirked again.
"Don't act like that. You met Razz- I mean Chelsea last night, and I heard you liked it." He mumbled, sitting down.
"Uh, who told you that??" I asked.
"Mike, he was at the bar too." He said, smiling, "We're good friends with Rosetta Stone."
"Really? How come you've never introduced us?" I asked. Billie scratched his neck.
"Chelsea was going through some tough shit; in fact she's just getting over it." He mumbled, "Mostly with guys too, poor girl." He muttered sadly, shaking his head.
"Oh." I said. I couldn't understand how she could have boy troubles. Oh well.
"You have a chance." He mumbled,, walking out the door. You have a chance... What the fuck does that mean? I sighed and wiped my forehead. I heard another knock at my door. It was Tré.
"Hey man." I said, letting him in. He looked at me weirdly.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at me weirdly. I then remembered about what had happened. I shrugged.
"Yeah, I'm over it." I muttered, "I've met someone-" I started to say before he cut me off.
"Chelsea?" he asked, searching me. I nodded. He smiled a bit then he frowned.
"Look Gee, you are a great friend of mine, but if you do anything to hurt that girl I will suck your balls out with a syringe." He said menacingly. I widened my eyes in shock.
"You guys really care about her." I muttered, sitting on the bed. He smiled and nodded.
"I love her, she is one of my best friends, if it weren't for Billie and Mike she would be my best friends." He muttered, "Be careful with her." He mumbled before leaving the room. I smiled as I sat down on the bed. She had great looks and the others say she was sweet. I laughed quietly to myself and drifted off back to sleep.
14 missed calls... Damn it, and most of them were from Tré. I sighed and called his number.
"Hello?" his voice was tired sounding and groggy.
"Tré, it's Gerard." I mumbled, "What the fuck do you want?" I asked.
"Gee! Please believe me when I say I'm sorry, I didn't know-" he started to say before I cut him off.
"Bullshit." I muttered and hung up. The bartender looked up at me.
"What's' wrong hun?" She said, pouring me the same drink I've had all night. I said thanks and dug through my pockets to find my wallet.
"No problem, it's on me." She muttered. She looked at me once again, her pushing her graying hair out of her blue eyes.
"So hun, what's wrong." She soothed. I sighed.
"Girlfriend fucked my friend." I mumbled. She nodded and sadly smiled.
"That sounds terrible. Is he really your friend then?" she asked, leaning on the counter. I shrugged when that thought hit me; was he really my friend.
"Only time will tell." I muttered, but she was already gone. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my beer. My eyes wondered around the room; until I saw her.
She wasn't hot, sexy, or fine. She was gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, or as some girls would call her, real. Her magenta hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, which was about down to her shoulders. She was tall and long legged. Her shocking blue eyes were circled with kohl eyeliner and her "personality" was not too big not too small, or as Tré would say, just right. All I have to say is that she certainly wasn't flat. She had a black t-shirt that had the words "Never Fail" in scripted in white. Her black peasant skirt stopped at her knees, showing off her legs. I hadn't known I was staring until she smiled at me, and dear lord, what a smile. I saw her tell her friends something and she made her way over to me. Holy fuck, was I blushing?
"Hi, I saw you over here. Are you by any chance Gerard Way; from My Chemical Romance?" she asked, sitting down next to me. Her voice was clear and edgy, she was a singer.
"Um yeah, that's me, I'm mean, I'm Gerard from Romance Me Chemical, no, My Chemical romance, nice to meet you." I stuttered. She nodded.
"It's really cool to meet you. I'm Chelsea." She said, stretching out her hand. I thought for a moment, Chelsea, she had magenta hair, and I've recognized that voice from somewhere.
"Chelsea Aldrich? From Rosetta Stone?" I asked her. She looked at her outstretched hand and put it back at her side, smiling. I was mentally kicking myself for being rude. She smiled and nodded.
"You've heard of us?" she asked, crossing her legs lady like. I've nodded.
"You're really good." I muttered. She smiled.
"Thanks, that's awesome coming from someone with experience." She complimented. I blushed.
"Thanks." I mumbled, looking down, I then looked into her blue eyes, melting a little, "Oh, uh, would you like something to drink?" I asked her, sort of stumbling over my words. She shook her head.
"Thanks but no thanks, I'm the designated driver." She said, smiling a little. Ever get that feeling inside of your stomach that just wouldn't go away? Well, I did, every time she smiled. She looked back at her friends who looked ready to go. She looked at me sadly and smiled.
"I have to go, oh, here is my number." She said, taking a piece of paper out of her wallet and writing a few numbers down.
"I'd like to go out some time, as friends, you seem like a nice guy. It was great to meet you." She mumbled, running to catch up with her friends. I watched her leave. I looked down at the sheet of paper, smiling to myself, completely forgetting the whole, Tré fucked my girlfriend thing.
I woke up to the bright light blinding me. I sat up rubbing my tired eyes. I heard a knock on the door. I sighed and rolled my eyes, thinking it would be Tré. I picked up a pair of pants, trying to put them on and stumble over to the door at the same time. I managed each task and opened the door. Billie was standing there.
"Hey gee, so I found out who you met last night." He smirked. I raised an eyebrow and chewed on the side of my cheek. He couldn't have known about Chelsea.
"What do you mean?" I asked, letting him in. He smirked again.
"Don't act like that. You met Razz- I mean Chelsea last night, and I heard you liked it." He mumbled, sitting down.
"Uh, who told you that??" I asked.
"Mike, he was at the bar too." He said, smiling, "We're good friends with Rosetta Stone."
"Really? How come you've never introduced us?" I asked. Billie scratched his neck.
"Chelsea was going through some tough shit; in fact she's just getting over it." He mumbled, "Mostly with guys too, poor girl." He muttered sadly, shaking his head.
"Oh." I said. I couldn't understand how she could have boy troubles. Oh well.
"You have a chance." He mumbled,, walking out the door. You have a chance... What the fuck does that mean? I sighed and wiped my forehead. I heard another knock at my door. It was Tré.
"Hey man." I said, letting him in. He looked at me weirdly.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at me weirdly. I then remembered about what had happened. I shrugged.
"Yeah, I'm over it." I muttered, "I've met someone-" I started to say before he cut me off.
"Chelsea?" he asked, searching me. I nodded. He smiled a bit then he frowned.
"Look Gee, you are a great friend of mine, but if you do anything to hurt that girl I will suck your balls out with a syringe." He said menacingly. I widened my eyes in shock.
"You guys really care about her." I muttered, sitting on the bed. He smiled and nodded.
"I love her, she is one of my best friends, if it weren't for Billie and Mike she would be my best friends." He muttered, "Be careful with her." He mumbled before leaving the room. I smiled as I sat down on the bed. She had great looks and the others say she was sweet. I laughed quietly to myself and drifted off back to sleep.
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