But I Miss You...
Rating: 15+
I don't know/own My Chemical Romance; all of the other characters in this are my own creation. This fiction contains frequent bad language, violence and sexual references.
Chapter 1 - Page 1
Chapter 2 - Page 1
Chapter 3 - Page 2
Chapter 4 - Page 2
Chapter 5 - Page 3
Chapter 6 - Page 3
Chapter 7 - Page 4
Chapter 8 - Page 4
Chapter 9 - Page 5
Chapter 10 - Page 5
Chapter 11 - Page 6 + 8
Chapter 12 - Page 8
Chapter 13 - Page 9
Chapter 14 - Page 10
Chapter 15 - Page 11
Chapter 16 - Page 12
Chapter 17 - Page 12
Chapter 18 - Page 13
Chapter 19 - Page 15
Chapter 20 - Page 16
Chapter 21 - Page 17
Chapter 22 - Page 18
Chapter 23 - Page 20
Chapter 24 - Page 21
Chapter 25 - Page 22
Chapter 26 - Page 23
Chapter 27 - Page 24
Chapter 28 - Page 26
Chapter 29 - Page 27
Chapter 30 - Page 28
Chapter 31 - Page 29
Chapter 32 - Page 31
Chapter 33 - Page 32
Chapter 34 - Page 33
Chapter 35 - Page 34
Chapter 36 - Page 36
Chapter 37 - Page 37
Chapter 38 - Page 39
Chapter 39 - Page 40
Chapter 40 - Page 41
Chapter 41 - Page 43
Chapter 42 - Page 44
Chapter 43 - Page 45
Chapter 44 - Page 46
Chapter 45 - Page 47
Chapter 46 - Page 48
Chapter 47 - Page 49
Chapter 48 - Page 50
Chapter 49 - Page 52
Chapter 50 - Page 53
Chapter 51 - Page 54
Chapter 52 - Page 55
Chapter 53 - Page 56
Chapter 54 - Page 57
Chapter 55 - Page 59
Chapter 56 - Page 60
Chapter 57 - Page 61
Chapter 58 - Page 63
Chapter 59 - Page 64
Chapter 60 - Page 66
Chapter 61 - Page 67
Chapter 62 - Page 67
Chapter 63 - Page 68
Chapter 64 - Page 69
Chapter 65 - Page 70
Chapter 66 - Page 71
Chapter 67 - Page 72
Chapter 68 - Page 72
Chapter 69 - Page 73
Chapter 70 - Page 74
Chapter 75 - Page 78
Chapter 76 - Page 79
Chapter 77 - Page 81
Chapter 78 - Page 82
Chapter 79 - Page 83
Chapter 80 - Page 83
Chapter 81 - Page 84
Chapter 82 - Page 85
Chapter 83 - Page 86
Chapter 84 - Page 87
Chapter 85 - Page 88
Chapter 86 - Page 89
Chapter 87 - Page 90
Chapter 1
It seems like each day in my life is more repetitive than the last.
I have created a pattern, one that appears dull.
Get up, go to work, sleep and repeat, with exceptions of the odd day out.
I felt comfortable, it seems boring but I must be so used to it that it barely feels boring anymore. I am comfortable, I wouldn't change a thing.
I woke up and had a strange feeling that something was going to happen. I felt uncomfortable, weird.
I began my shift at work; a small place tucked away in Belleville, not many people knew about it. It was away from everything else.
"Have a nice day" I smiled as the women I served walked away with her coffee in her hand.
I sighed and sat back on my stool, waiting for the next person to come in.
It wasn't a fantastic job, ill admit that, but I did enjoy it. I listened to music all day long and read magazines when there were no customers.
I was hardly bothered by troublesome people, with the exception being...
"Amy Spencer! My dearest friend!" screamed a boy with black and blonde hair, uneven on both sides and metal rings in his lip and nose.
"Oh no, what is it this time Frank?" I said shaking my head. "My boss said I'm not allowed to give you any more sugar".
"Aw, shame. That isn't what I'm here for" he said.
"What do you want then?" I asked. "You have been invited to the unveiling of our new singer and bassist" he smiled, handing me a shiny beaded bracelet.
I felt a sudden jolt of discomfort within myself, "Frank?" I asked, sliding on the cheap bracelet.
"Yeah Honey?" he returned. "What do I do with this?" I asked, looking down at the bracelet.
"You show the clubs owners that and you get in the back with us. Only after we play though, that's only fair" he said simply.
"But what if I want to know who they are now?" I asked.
"Too bad" he smirked. "Mr. Iero..." I attempted to sound serious but failed.
"You may not know" he said with a confident grin.
"Fine then…get out of my shop!" I said pointing towards the exit.
"To be exact, it's a coffee house dear" he corrected me.
"Out!" I shouted. He huffed, jumped over the counter to peck me on the cheek and then skipped out of the door.
I shook my head with a smile as I watched him walk down the street, until he was no longer in my view.
I loved Frankie, after all he was my best friend and he had always been there for me. Always.
I walked back behind the counter and sat down, flicking through music magazines the have piled up for a few weeks. Suddenly, I heard the door open and I sighed with a smile. "Frankie, I..." I began but as I looked up, I stopped.
It wasn't Frankie.
It was someone different; he had been coming in for the past couple of days, ordering the same thing every time.
"Caramel latte, please" he asked.
"Sure" I said and went to prepare his order. He began writing on a serviette as I served him and asked for the money.
He handed me a five dollar note and said "Keep the change"
"Thanks" I said with a smile.
I handed him his coffee and he handed me the serviette before smiling at me and leaving the shop.
Name's Gerard
555-689
Call me sometime
xo.
"Gerard" I smiled to myself.