x-Demolition Lovers: Obsession Is Beautiful. (not an average Frerard) Title: Demolition Lovers: Obsession Is Beautiful. Rating: 15 (Drugs, and some scenes not suitable for young audiences.) Main Characters: Gerard Way, Frank Iero, [+Mikey Way, Bert McCracken, Emily, Amber & Ash.] Summary: Two teenagers learn that obsession doesn't have to be frightening, but it can, in fact, be destructively beautiful. Genre: Chemical-Romance (not even kidding there), Insanity, Gore, Horror and Destructive Romance. Disclaimer: If I owned My Chemical Romance, I would totally not be spending my time writing fanfic about them.. I'd be having teaparties and exchanging singing advice and guitar lessons.. So long story short, all that is mine here is the majority of the storyline, which is partly owned and fantastically beta-ed by my 'wife' Emily (who needs to get a damn account on here). I don't own the people, or even the concept of 'Frerard'. Turns out updates arrive whenever I feel like it and in whatever quantity I deem reasonable at the time.. Sorry if I consume your lives with this one.. Chapter Index: Prologue - Page 1 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 - Page 2 Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 - Page 3 Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 - Page 4 Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 - Page 5 Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 - Page 6 Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 - Page 7 Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 - Page 8 Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 - Page 9 Chapter 25 (Emily's chapter) - Page 10 Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 - Page 10 Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 - Page 11 Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 - Page 12 Chapter 36 | Chapter 37 | Chapter 38 | Chapter 39 | Chapter 40 - Page 13 Chapter 41 | Chapter 42 | Chapter 43 | Chapter 44 | Chapter 45 | Chapter 46 - Page 14 Chapter 47 | Chapter 48 | Chapter 49 | Chapter 50 | Chapter 51 | Chapter 52 | Chapter 53 | Chapter 54 - Page 15 Chapter 55|Chapter 56|Chapter 57|Chapter 58|Chapter 59|Chapter 60|Chapter 61|Chapter 62|Chapter 63 - Page 16 Chapter 64 | Chapter 65 | Chapter 66 | Chapter 67 | BONUS CHAPTER | Chapter 68 | Chapter 69- Page 17 Chapter 70 | Chapter 71 | Chapter 72 | Chapter 73 | Chapter 74 | Chapter 75 | Chapter 76 | Chapter 77 - Page 18 Chapter 78 | Chapter 79 | Chapter 80 pt1 | Chapter 80 pt2 | Chapter 81 | Chapter 82 - Page 19 Chapter 83 | Chapter 84 | Chapter 85 | Chapter 86 | Chapter 87 | Chapter 88 - Page 20 Chapter 89 | Chapter 90 | Chapter 91 | Chapter 92 - Page 21 Chapter 93 | Chapter 94 | Chapter 95 | Chapter 96 | Chapter 97 - Page 22 Chapter 98 | Chapter 99 | Chapter 100 - Page 23 Happy New Year - The End. - Page 23 Sequel: x-Demolition Lovers: The Art of Insignificance. [Coming Soon: 8th Jan 2012] Photo edit courtesy of my lovely wife, Emily, who has helped me with this fanfiction more than you could comprehend. <3 xoxo Obsession is such an ugly word, but can mean so much. The thought of obsession is only as intense and beautiful as you make it out to be, the same applies to it being crude and unrealistic. Some obsessions end in torment and broken hearts, but some end in fiery passion, or a new outlook on life. If there's one thing I hope you take away from this story, it's the thought that somewhere out there, your obsession is waiting for you. - Megan Dear [author.] Prologue You wake up to the sun streaming through your curtains. The light blinds you momentarily before subsiding enough for you to look up towards your window. You sit up, slowly scratching your head, running your fingers through your raven hair and rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes, before moving your covers aside and swinging your legs onto your carpeted floor and making your way over to the window. Leaning against the windowsill, you look out onto the New Jersey streets. You hear someone run across the landing and turn your head towards the door. It's probably your brother, he's the only one you can think of that could possibly be this energetic right now. You turn back towards your window and pull the curtains far apart, opening your window and taking a long, deep breath of the fresh air. There are two things that can wake you up in the mornings, fresh air, and coffee. You make your way over to your desk, examining the items laying on top of it; pens, pencils, various drawings that your brother seems to love (although honestly, you think he's better than you at just about everything), and your cellphone. You sit on your chair and leaf through some of the papers, attempting to tidy them up, even if it forces them to contrast with your mess of a room. After forming them into some sort of pile, you sigh and rest your head in your hands. You wonder, partly, what today will bring. For some reason you seem restless. But that's not unusual, of course, it's your first day at a new school and you only moved to this side of Jersey a couple of weeks ago, in the holidays. But today was going to be hard. You were already in the 11th Grade, why bother ?? You wonder how your brother's coping with all of this, that guy seems to keep his cool with any situation. He'd be moving to the same school as you, but he wouldn't be in your year. You'd be moving to a new school, nobody will know you, nobody will know about who you are or what you are. Nobody knows your rules and boundaries. And that scares you. "GERARD." You flinch as your mother calls up the stairs for you, shaking you out of your thoughts instantly.