Old Flames Die Hard
Close Encounters
When the guys got to the new club Order to Chaos they were amazed. OTC was uuber cool and was decorated amazingly. The walls were red and black, there were black-lights everywhere, and for the exhibitionists there were big piles of cushions and pillows all over the place to *ahem* “rock on”.
“God, Mikey this place is amazing,” Gerard yelled over the Smashing Pumpkins song that was playing. “I know, this is so cool,” Mikey replied, “but it’s so crowded, what happens if we get split up?” Gerard chuckled before responding, “Scared of getting lost little bro? Isn’t that why the great powers created cell phones? If you get scared of all the big hairy rockers roaming around here just call one of us and we’ll come ‘save’ you.” Mikey looked slightly hurt by his brothers gentle chiding but replied, “Bitch, I was just kidding…wouldn’t want you to be left alone to get mobbed by all the fan girls and boys that follow you everywhere.”
Frank, Bob, and Ray had found a table big enough for the five of them and Gerard and Mikey soon joined them with a round of Coke Zero for everyone. Since their front man had become sober 3 years ago they all tried to keep the drinking around him to a minimum out of respect. After a few minutes of talking about the club and pointless things Bob and Ray decided to go check out the rest of the club and get some ‘real’ drinks. Mikey excused himself to the bathroom while Frank excused himself to make a quick call to Jamia, his fiancé. Gerard was left to man the table. He pulled out a cigarette to calm his nerves. Being alone in crowded places was not one of the things he was particularly fond of. It wasn’t that he was scared of fans, he rather enjoyed getting to talk to the people who allowed him to do what he loved day in and day out, but there was always a part of him that thought if he was alone the dark thoughts in his mind would surface and claim him once again. When he was around others, it was easy to forget about the past, and the people in it, but alone he found himself and his thoughts drifting back to Bert, and all the time they had spent together.
Suddenly a strobe started flashing in the front of the club effectively making everyone turn to face the stage that was there. A man came out and addressed the curious crowd. “Ladies and Gentleman we have a very special band with us tonight that would like to try out some new material on us, you know ‘em…you love ‘em…here is THE FUCKING USED!!”
Gerard suddenly felt the room spinning around him. The last thing he heard before everything went black was Bert’s voice screaming, “THIS IS FOR THAT BASTARD FROM MCR!”
A/N: WOW!! 70 hits in a day...I'm touched you guys! and to my two reviewers Kate and Silk thank you so much for the kind words...I wasn't really sure how I felt about the first chapter but thanks to you guys I have renewed confindence in the story...oh and lol sorry to keep you hanging again on this chapter!! I promise it will get better!