Challenge 001 prompt 1
Title:You can't always believe what you hear
Author:
rurouni_yasha /
lone_piper
Pairing:Bee/Gee
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: Nope...not real. The story I found on another community , it was a story floating around myspace and I wanted to show everyone that it was fake. It was part of my mission. (though we all know it is.)
Summary: Gerard believes a story and thinks something horrible happened to Bert.
POV: Gerard's
Dedicated to:(
shallowknife) My amazing friend and love.(
opoloko_gerardx) for always helping me with my revisions. I'm the worst English student around. Thanks
“Hey Gee!” I heard someone call from the front. Sounded like Frank. Probably was but I was way too busy spacing out in my bunk to notice any of that. I didn’t sleep much anymore anyway, so what did it matter if I’d been awake for the past two nights? I can’t sleep without Bert laying next to be, groaning and making cute little snoring sounds.
“Gee! I have to show you this, get your ass out of bed!”
Yeah, it was definitely Frank. So I dragged myself out to see him. I had on my Batman pajama pants with a black shirt and that cute little quilt some fan made me was wrapped around me. I got a cup of coffee and sat next to him. “What’s up Frankie?”
“Listen to this.” Frank cleared his throat and read the following:
“The Used front man, Bert McCracken, was found dead in his apartment in Orem, Utah yesterday morning. There is no official report of what has happened yet, but he seems to have overdosed on multiple prescription drugs. When asked to comment about their band mate’s death, they all replied with no comment, except for Jeph Howard, bassist/vocalist of The Used.
’Ever since their [McCracken and Gerard Way] falling out (see Used Front man Cryptically Reveals Rift With My Chemical Romance), Bert had been drinking more and keeping more to himself but I never thought that it would go this far.’ McCracken was engaged again to an Amber Silkos, who has yet to be contacted for an interview on this situation. Gerard Way, lead singer of My Chemical Romance, was contacted by Quinn Allman, guitarist/vocalist of The Used, to be told about the situation but Way had nothing to say to our interviewers. The remaining members of The Used have yet to officially decide if they will continue with the band but Howard says, "I’m pretty sure we will, I’m sure he [Bert] would've wanted us to." McCracken's funeral will be held at Highland City Cemetery in his hometown of Orem, Utah on the 28th of July, 2006. It’s a private funeral that only a few close family members, band mates and friends will be able to attend. Check back for more updates and interviews on this situation.”
“What!” I exclaimed. “But Bert…. He couldn’t be dead….” I felt tears well up in my eyes; there was no way this could be happening. No way, I just spoke to him in …about …well…I guess about…a year? Maybe longer; has it been so much time? Yeah I guess it has.
The last I spoke with Bert was before that interview that ruined everything. We had a great night before and everything was amazing, we woke up together, sober, we remembered everything, and it was wonderful! It really was. And then I left for the interview. I remember coming home to Bert saying he was leaving for tour and he was going to miss me. Of course I was going to miss him too, so I showed him how much. When I woke up he was gone for tour again and left me a note with a red lipstick stain on it. He must’ve dug though my makeup before he left…. Silly Bert.
The note was sappy and made me ‘awe’ at the end and I thought about how much I love him. It was honestly the last time we were seen together.
“Gee?!” I snap out of my thoughts and look at Frankie who’s tossing me the paper. “Go talk to Bert about it.”
“I can’t! He’s fucking dead!” I exploded in tears. How could he just die and leave me here all alone? No, he’s not allowed to die without me telling him he could. I wasn’t ready for it Bert. Come back...please. I rushed out of the bus and walked to the other side just wandering around…crying. And I bumped into someone. “Sorry!” I looked up and saw him…my heart stopped.
It was him: his hair, his clothes, his smell, and even those gloves my mom got for him. I couldn’t help myself; I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly “You’re alive!”
And he just laughed his amazing giggle I remember so well. “Of course I am” He said. “Why wouldn’t I be?!” And he smiled at me.
“Because I read some paper, it said you died from drinking too much Bee; I was so worried.” I clung to him and I felt his arms around my waist holding me tightly.
“Silly, that was just something stupid that someone made up. Branden wouldn’t talk about it…. And you know Jepha wouldn’t say anything. You should’ve known better.” He smiled at me and kissed me, and from then on, I would never believe anything like that again. Especially if it was about Bert dying, because it was most likely made up, just like this one was.