It's Fun To Fake Romance Rating: 15+ Characters: Gerard Way, OFC Disclaimer: I don't own any of the members of MCR or Avenged Sevenfold. This story is completly fictional. Summary: Gerard meets Gina, a girl working at the same company as him. They soon fall for each other and start up and affair. Gerard leave his current girlfriend for Gina, but then must quickly leave for My Chemical Romance. Will there love survive? Or will it fall? Index: Page 1; Ch. 1 Page 2; Ch. 2 Page 3; Ch. 3 Page 5; Ch. 4 Page 6; Ch. 5 Page 7; Ch. 6 Page 8; Ch. 7 Page 9; Ch. 8 Page 10; Ch. 9 Page 11; Ch. 10 Page 12; Ch. 11 Page 13; Ch. 12 Page 14; Ch. 13 Page 15; Ch. 14 Page 15; Ch. 15 Page 17; Ch. 16 Page 17; Ch. 17 Page 18; Ch. 18 Page 18; Ch. 19 Page 19; Ch. 20 Page 20; Ch. 21 Page 22; Ch. 22 Page 23; Ch. 23 Page 24; Ch. 24 Page 25; Ch. 25 Page 26; Ch. 26 Page 27; Ch. 27 Page 28; Ch. 28 Page 29; Ch. 29 Page 30; Ch. 30 Last Chapter My legs shook as I walked by his desk. He sat hunched over drawing, he hid his hazel eyes behind a curtain of black bangs. His flanel shirt hung loosly around his large body, he wasn't fat, but he wasn't skinny. I watched curiously as he scribbled notes and then would return to drawing a monkey of some sort. I sat myself on the edge of his desk, rocking back and forth watching him. He had on a tight pair of blue jeans and black boots, he was humming a song I didn't recognize. I turned slightly, looking at a picture of him and a little blonde girl, his arm was around her waist and they were both smiling. Oh, how I wished I was that girl, in his loving arms, smiling, just being with him. "Wattcha doin' Gee-na?" I heard his harmonous voice call casually, adding emphasis on my name. I turned quickly, embarassed that he caught me looking threw his things. "Oh, nothing, just got bored... wattcha drawin' Ger-ard?" I asked turning to look at his face laughing lighty. He was smiling at me, his pencil tucked behind his ear, with a lock of his black hair. "Promise not to tell." he giggled, sticking out his pinkie. I wrapped my pinkie around his, smiling back. "Promise." I chuckled, looking over his shoudler. "Breakfast Monkey." he laughed showing me his drawing. It was amazing, he smiled up at me, proud of his work. "Nice." I smiled back, turning to walk away. "Wait." He grabbed my arm, my heart fluttered at his touch. "Hm?" I turned back looking at him, pretending he had no affect on me. "Wanna have lunch with me?" he pleaded looking up in to my eyes, I felt as if he was looking in to my soul, searching for something deeper within me. I had to look away, but I still answered. "Sure." I replied, he stood up, dropping my hand and grabbed his torn leather jacket, throwing it over his shoudlers. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he was so strange, mysterious, but I loved it. He walked and talked with so much confidence, but yet, he knew he had none. Just by looking in to his eyes, you could see no one believed in him. He need someone, someone like me.