Adie's World

The world is a vampire...

2007-08-07T06:31:50Z

This was written last night around 130 am in large messy scribble of mine throughout a couple of notebook pages. This isn't to those in my life i can rely on (*coughhack Jersey cough*) but its to those whom i think perhaps...i should no longer affilate myself with. I want to get out, before I'm so far sucked in I won't be able to get out. No one wants to remain in purgatory forever.

I cant stand the simple fact I'm always left here alone, with the mascara stinging my eyes, again. I'm so sick of everything I do for all of you, I'm sick of the lack of thank yous or appricaitve jesutures. I'm not a house elf, I'm your fucking friend. Godforbid you shut your fucking mouths long enough to let someone else speak---- matter of fact let me speak for once. Stop pretneding to try, you've failed miserably. Have I seriously done something wrong to deserve being treated like this? What friends are these? What kind of friend, are you inthe first place?

All those times i sit with you all in a room, or in your apartment, i have to get myself to leave bceause there's so much angst in the room it's making me sick. it's sad you're all too self abosrbed to understand someone who's a little different, but yet, here's the idea of understanding someone else besides yourself. Sorry I'm a Hermione and you're all just little miss party girls. So, here's my question why is the girl who is everyone's friend, feel completely friend-less?

She's the only girl I know, who's just that good at smiling when she's really crying. Fears of not succeeding and finding happiness are most frightful, as well as being loveless.

The best advice, ever.

2007-07-09T04:39:58Z

So, today at work my big brother gave me the best advice i could ask for. I've been struggling with writing lately, everything i write feels like crap, i think is terrible and its just over all frustrating. So today he sits me down for what i think is another lecture of his, and he tells me exacutly what Quentin Tarantino told Eli Roth before he wrote Hostel and Cabin Fever,

"Get off your computer. Grab a notebook, a pen, and write. Just write, and you better write for at least a half hour a day. Anything, write what you think, any ideas. The best way to get ideas out is on paper. Computers are too literal and you can re-read and judge your work too quickly. Just write,"

So. I am. Thank you, I love you.

xo,
Adie Addams

A Lesson on Revenge: Chapter Two

2007-05-08T17:13:38Z

Chapter two is up! Horray! <3

Aiden Iero to most people, often would be considered more beautiful than his father. He had a few tattoos; piercing hazel green eyes, ears gauged, lip pierced, and smile that made knees go weak. He and Autumn had been friends since the day she was born, which when news spread of their current status of boyfriend and girlfriend it didn’t surprise anyone. Except for Gerard.

Autumn walked further out into the now dark backyard and wondered through the gardens. Her family lived fairly close to one and other, she could see through the back neighbor’s side yard to her Uncle Mikey’s house. Then three houses down on her street lived the Iero’s. From where she stood talking to Aiden, she tried to find him in his yard, or up in his bedroom window.

Suddenly, her phone died making her frown and start to head back to the house. A twig snapped behind her, and she instantly froze. Looking around the misty backyard she tried to yell but couldn’t she felt completely paralyzed. Finally taking a deep breath she took a few steps and froze once more when other foot steps could be heard behind her.

“I see you,” a voice whispered and Autumn felt herself panic on the inside. She slowly turned around just as someone grabbed her from behind.

“Oh!” she cried out making Aiden giggle loudly.

“That was such a Dorothy noise!” he kept laughing and held her now slightly shaking frame close to him. “Oh Toto! That wicked ol’ witch scared me!” he mocked making her laugh as well.

She held to him, resting her head on his shoulder thankful it was him and no one else. Aiden kissed her gently and smiled down at her.

“I’m sorry, I really scared you didn’t I?”

“Why yes, yes you did,” she cuddled laughing and let out a sigh of relief. “It’s dark stupid. What do you expect me to think?”

“That I’d never let anything hurt you,” he rubbed their noses and kissed her again. “You look tired Bella,”

“Eh. Oh, by the way,” she yawned and Aiden started kissing her again making her laugh. “Stop, seriously,” she couldn’t stop giggling the more he kissed her. “Aiden!”

“Okay sorry,” he deviously smiled at her.

“I’m not going to NYU,” she looked at him and he made a face.

“Why the hell not? You wanted to go there so badly Autumn! They’ve got a killer medical school and shit,”

“I know, but it’s also like forty grand a year,”

“Yeah? So? Honey, our Dads were rock stars, that barely taps into our trust funds,”

“I don’t want to be paying off school loans forever either,”

“But you wanted to go there,” he looked at her. “Did your Dad convince you to not go?”

“Yeah…Aiden…” she sighed and looked at him. “I’m not like you; I can’t go and be away from my family for days and days. I don’t know, I just,”

Aiden softly kissed her again and held her close to him again. Gently playing with a lose strand of her hair he smiled.

“I know love; you’ve always been that way. I know,” he kept reassuringly kissing her, making her knees weak.

“We’re going shopping tomorrow,” she said making him stop.

“Who, us?”

“No, me and my Daddy,”

“For? Your Dad rarely takes you shopping,”

“I’m getting all new stuff for my room, redecorating and a brand new car,” she smiled at him and Aiden blinked.

“Why didn’t my dad fly off the handle when I got into college?”

“Where are you going anyway?”

“Rutgers of course,” he smiled as she suddenly beamed with energy.

“I got into honors at Rutgers too!”

“Yes! That’s so perfect it’s discussing!” he laughed with her and walked back to the house. “is your Dad going to freak out?”

“I think he’s passed out upstairs with my Mom,” she paused to think. “Hey wait; did he say anything to your Dad about touring or what not?”

“Um, I heard my parents discussing some My Chemical Romance talk, but I was kind of drunk so I didn’t get to hear it all,” he smiled at Autumn who gave him a less impressed look.

“I don’t like drinking,” she commented as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I know, but why?”

“Why? Are you kidding me right now? You do know my father was an alcoholic, right?”

“Oh please Autumn that was before you were born,”

“Aiden, wow,” she squirmed out his grasp and looked at him. “My mother left him for it, he almost died twice! What’s the big deal anyway? Why is booze so critical to having a good time? I think it’s stupid!” she let out a frustrated noise and Aiden leaned again the fridge smiling ear to ear.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad. Your little nose crinkles and you huff your bangs up,” he giggled. “Oh, you’re just too cute,”

“Why were you drunk anyway? Where was I?”

“You and your mother were out in the city with your Gram. I believe I was at a concert with friends,”

“Don’t do that, please?”

“What go out with my friends?”

“Stop being a dick Aiden,” she gave him a look. “You know what I meant. I don’t want you drinking,”

“Autumn just because your father has an addictive personality, doesn’t mean I will. My father didn’t,”

“So, even though I have issues with alcohol, and don’t like it, you don’t care because you’re pulling the, ‘that’s not me card,’”

“Autumn…Don’t do this,”

“If you respected me enough Aiden, this wouldn’t be happening, you wouldn’t do that!”

“Oh Autumn please, honey,” he sighed sitting down and looking at how upset she was getting over the matter.

“It’s bothering you this much?”

“No, I do this to make myself feel good!” she harped and he put his head in his hands. Her sarcasms always won.

“Fine, Autumn…I’ll stop,”

“Stop the drugs too, because I know about that as well,”

“What? Autumn, where are you,”

“Don’t lie to me, if you want to be with me and mean it when you say I love you, stop the fucking drugs,”

“Autumn…”

“Aiden! I’ve watched you,”

“Fine, fine,” he sighed. “It was just to see if it worked,”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” she gave him a look. “Your Dad had to stop doing drugs because of his health, mine nearly died, my uncle God knows what the fuck is wrong with him, and have you ever seen Uncle Ray on shrooms?”

“No…Why, have you?”

“Dad has video of it, they’re all fucking high as kites,” she sighed and sat beside him. “I found it in the attic and put it in the other day. It was when they were recording Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, your Dad and my Dad couldn’t stop making out because of the ecstasy,”

“Shut up, our Dad’s make out off stage too?”

“Apparently so, but also, our Moms weren’t there either, so I don’t think they knew about all the drugs and shit,” she sighed. “Aiden it just bothers me, my dad was drinking straight out of a whisky bottle…He was supposed to be getting ready to marry my mom, I was born like, I don’t know it,”

Aiden looked over at her and frowned. He knew how upset she was and the tape must have really disturbed her for the simple fact she could never have imagined her father wanting death so desperately. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

“Would it make you feel better if we watched it together?”

“I don’t ever want to see it again Aiden,” she snuggled and sighed. “Fuck what my Dad says can we go watch a movie in my bed?”

“Of course,” he sighed rubbing her back and looking at her. “Don’t let it bother you Autumn; what’s done is done,”

“You don’t think he’s like that now, do you?”
“Fuck no, he’s going to spend like, thirty grand to get you to stay home and go to school, Autumn, your Dad loves you guys,”

“I know he does, it’s just that video,”

“Autumn a past is a past for a reason, you can’t judge it without knowing what all happened, and in fact it’s never your place to judge anyone,”

She nodded and stood, taking his hand and sneaking up to her room. They both plopped onto her full sized mattress and looked around the room.

“Yeah…You need to make over this shit…Hello Kitty…Is so when we were like, four,”

“Shut up! I love Hello Kitty!”

“Yeah…You have issues,” he kept looking around and then at her. “Serious issues. I’ve never seen a room that’s Emily the Strange, Hello Kitty, and classic Victorian all in one…You’re so fucking weird,”

She lifted his wrist and read his tattoo aloud. “Keep the Faith,” she looked at him. “And I’m not the fag that wears the same tattoo as my father,”

“Hey! Hey! That’s not nice!” he started tickling her and making her giggle loudly. “It’s keeping it in the family! Tradition!”

“It’s so gay!” she lovingly teased as he continued to tickle her making her laugh loudly. “Aiden! Seriously!”

He obediently stopped and softly kissed her, pulling her small curvy frame into him closely. Aiden had always loved Autumn; there just was something about the way she smiled, laughed and her over all presence. He laid there studying her face like he had so many times before and rubbed their noses together.

They continued to kiss, each time getting closer to one and other, hands on hips and becoming even closer. His hand slipped to the inner most part of her thigh and he watched her eyes shut and her body quiver.

“Autumn…” he groaned kissing her neck.

“Aiden we can’t,” Autumn tried to gasp for air but kept shivering with pleasure. “Aiden,”

‘Shh, it’s all right,” his lips brushed her ear making her moan. “I’ve got you,”

“Don’t go Aiden, stay,” their lips were practically inseparable and they continued to kiss deeply. His tongue parted her soft silky lips and entered. By this time they couldn’t stop touching each other and Autumn suddenly broke free gasping.

“Aiden please,” she whispered as he playfully bit on her neck, pretending he was a vampire, making her moan. “Aiden…”

“What Autumn?” he looked up at her and kissed her. “AW honey,”

“I can’t help it, I’m so weak,”

“I know Bella,” he laughed and held her close to him. “Close your eyes, I’ve got you,”

Adie Lynne

A Lesson on Revenge: Chapter One

2007-05-07T03:43:02Z

Twenty years seemed like a long time to be with someone. Just that one person and no one else, not really even desiring for anyone else either. Why did twenty years seem so long? In fact, it really wasn’t. Perhaps maybe taking forty or fifty into consideration, that would be a long time. Not twenty though, however, the more he thought, the more he smiled and realized the whole point was to be forever. It didn’t matter. Gazing up and squinting into the dusk sunlight, he proudly looked over what had been his for seventeen years, what he had worked so hard for, and justly deserved.

The house had three stories and was an old Victorian style mansion. He liked to call it a mansion, but it was really more of an enormous house rather than a mansion. He didn’t want anything too lavish, it freaked him out. The large yard had lush vegetation, beautiful willow and oak trees which were rare, considering where he grew up and the demographic of the state. His wife’s flowers that grew around the house brought immense color he had become dependent on over the course of those twenty years. He did it. He had lived to tell the tale and had conquered demons he never thought he could.

Emeline exhaustedly crashed into the California King sized bed that belonged to her and her husband. The busy household finally fell quiet. No kids fighting, no husband arguing on the phone with tour managers or comic book executives. It all was at peace and for the first time in almost twenty two years she could relax. Picking up a book on the nightstand she situated herself and opened it. Not a moment too soon did her husband walk in the door estranged, looking upset and ready to burst into tears at a moment’s notice.

“Honey… What’s wrong baby?” she looked up. His hazel eyes wavered and his pale skin still looked young even though they both knew they weren’t.

“I found this…” he held a pile of grey hairs in his hand and Emeline instantly started laughing.

“Oh darling! That’s it? I have to keep dying mine this red to keep them from not showing!” she noticed how upset he was and held her arms out for him. “Come here baby,”

He crawled into her arms and let out a deep prolonged sigh. Looking up at her he couldn’t help but smile. After all these years, she was still here. Never once did she fear to hold him, through all the depression, the drugs, and the alcohol. Her deep dark brown eyes always had a warm glow that could put him to ease, and her sent always drove him wild. She would forever be beautiful to him, but for some reason she still always managed to take his breath away. She in fact, is gorgeous and she is his wife.

“Honey, it’s all right. You dye that mop of hair black anyway,” she stroked his cheek. “You have since I’ve known you,”

“But, I know, I just, Emmy,” he sighed and snuggled. “It’s stressful,”

“Gerard, news flash. You’re like, forty five, and just now finding grey hairs? I hate you,”

“I am not forty five,”

“You are the worst man with denial. I swear. Okay, you were twenty eight when our daughter was born, she’s seventeen. Do that math, that’s forty five,”

“It’s fall and she’s not seventeen yet and,” he tried to be witty and realized there was more whine than wit. “Damn it!”

“Yeah…Anyway,” Emeline looked at him. “Relax, go work on some more of that new compilation album,”

“It’s not a comp album Em. It’s a new one,”

“Oh you changed your mind? You want to do all that touring again?”

“I think it’ll be fun! The kids are 17 and 14, it’ll be fun,” he smiled. “It’s like family vacation, for six months,”

“More like eight Gee,”

“Still! It’ll be amazing! Frank’s going to take all four of his, and Mikey’s bringing Ellie! What a blast! Oh! And ray’s bringing his little girl! See! It’s like, damn…” he stopped to think. “We’re going to need killer tour buses,”

“Yes, I think so,” she kissed him and smiled. “You have to be careful sweetheart, none of those five shows in a row, back to back travel show business. Honey, you can’t move like you used to,”

“I so can to! Watch!” he jumped up and started rocking out and singing in front of the mirror; thoroughly entertaining his wife.

“At least you didn’t gain thirty five pounds like everyone thought you would, you’re still skinny,” she smiled as he kept singing loudly and rocking out even harder, until his back cracked and he stopped.

“Ow! Emmy, rub it! Rub it! Ow,” he whined laying back on the bed on his stomach with his head in her chest. Emeline shook her head and rubbed his back.

“I told you, you can’t do that shit anymore,”

“I so can too,” he groaned. “I think I need to work out or something,”

“Or, you just need a new spine, that could always work,” Emeline smiled as he gave her a look and cuddled.

“I’m going to take a nap,” he yawned and pulled the rest of his body onto the bed.

“Oh yeah because when you release a new album, you’re going to be able to take naps all the time,” she rolled her eyes at him and he smiled.

“I’m the big man, I so can…its like, cool…” his eyes became starry and Emeline mocked him.

“You’re still such a girl,” she kissed him and laughed. “What would I do without you?”

“Oh I don’t know, you’d be writing your books in your mother’s attic still,” he laughed and yawned again. “Did you hear Jade up last night? He slept walked in here and told me I was crazy,”

Emeline laughed and looked down at him. “Apparently I was passed out,”

“Oh no, you were,” he rubbed his face. “I sat up with him for like three hours because he wouldn’t go to bed or lay down…I thought when they reached the age of like, ten at least they slept through the night in their own beds,”

“Did you make him lay with us?”
“No the kid was a fucking spaz, I couldn’t wake him,”

“Really, you know your mother said you did that as a kid,”

“So did Mikey,” Gerard sighed. “I don’t want him to be like me,”

“Well, too bad because you’re the coolest thing to him in the world,” Emeline smiled. “Ethan too, both boys think you’re pretty fucking sweet…I’d be happy with that,”

“I am fucking sweet, but that’s not the point,” he held up his finger to her making her laugh.

“You’re still conceded as hell too, now I really know where they get it from,” she ruffled Gerard’s thick black mess of hair.

“I,” he yawned. “I’m so tired,”

“What time did you get up?”

“Nine,”

“You know, if you really want to do this touring thing I,”

“Shut up, and stop making points. I know you’re right because you’re always right. Now hush, I’m napping,” he closed his eyes still laying on her and let the room fall silent, even though she giggled softly.

“DADDY! MAMA!” Jade yelled from downstairs. “ETHAN I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA FUCKING PUNCH YOU!”

Gerard and Emeline both laid there blinking, in shock. Neither moved for what felt like five minutes, and Emeline finally spoke.

“You go round them up and I’ve got the dish soap,” she said shaking her head. “The cursing is your fault too Gerard,”

“Mine?! What the hell!” he threw his hands into the air. “How is it mine?”

“Are you seriously kidding me right now? Wow, WOW,” Emeline tried to get up but Gerard didn’t move.

“JADE GIVE ME MY GLASSES BACK! STOP IT!! IT’S NOT FUNNY YOU PYSCHOTIC STRAWBERRY FLAVORED DOUCHE!” Ethan screamed so loudly it felt as if they were down the hall rather than in the kitchen.

“Well, there’s a new one even I haven’t heard,” Gerard stopped and blinked. “Wow, they’re creative,”

“Yeah, that’s both our contribution, GET UP!” Emeline pushed him and got out of bed. “For heaven’s sake it sounds like they’re murdering each other!”

Gerard ran out of their master bedroom and down the side staircase that led directly to the kitchen. There Jade had his younger twin brother Ethan in a head lock, not realizing Ethan couldn’t breathe.

“JADE!” Gerard yelled running over and grabbing Ethan from Jade. Ethan clung to his father, his glasses broken on the floor. Kissing the top of his head, Gerard instantly went to scold Jade until Ethan shifted back and punched his brother square in the nose.

“Aw what the hell guys!” Gerard yelled again this time sitting Ethan at the island and picking Jade off the floor. “Knock this off! What are you doing?!”

“What is going on?!” Emeline yelled standing there with her arms crossed. All three just looked over at her. Ethan took two puffs from his inhaler and relaxed.

“Jade and his stupid skateboard ruined my bass,”

“Your bass?” Gerard looked at Ethan who ironically looked identical to his Uncle Mikey. His hair was lighter; his structure was hard, but lanky and meek. His eyes however, were what made him true to his parents. He had thick, dark, long eyelashes and deep brown eyes just like his mother. Gerard many times swore his own boys were the more handsome versions of he and his own brother. For Jade, looked nearly identical to his father in more ways than one, and he had an attitude that definitely had influence from Frank Iero, as well as his own witty, intelligent mother.

“Yes! He’s so stupid! All I was doing was sitting there playing BY MYSELF WITHOUT HIM and he comes out of nowhere, falls and snapped two strings! He’s not supposed to be even skateboarding in the basement! Then I yelled at him and he got all pissy with me! Called me a stupid Mama’s boy!”

“Because you are Ethan! All you do is read, follow rules, read some more, play your stupid bass, read even more, talk to that nerdy girl friend of yours that lives down the street; you’re like a dumb hermit!”

“You’re a,” Ethan stopped when he noticed the look he was not only getting from his father, but his mother who held a cold, wet towel over his brother’s nose.

“You two have been at each other’s throats, what is going on?” Emeline asked looking at the two of them.

“Since when have you had a girlfriend?” Gerard stopped to look at Ethan and Emeline rolled her eyes.

“Gerard they all most killed each other, now’s not the time,” Emeline scolded Gerard.

“Aw, Ethan! You never told me! Come on dude,” Gerard pouted making Ethan laugh.

“Daddy, she’s not my girlfriend. We’re just friends, I don’t need a girlfriend to complicate my life even more, I mean…Look at Autumn and Aiden, I don’t want that kind of drama,”

Gerard stood there and stared at Ethan. Just as he said that and as if on cue, his stunningly gorgeous sixteen year old daughter, Autumn Elena, walked in from the garage and stopped looking at everyone. She was in fact her mother’s daughter. A true southern belle, charming, long fire auburn red hair, wicked stunning eyes of her mother’s and her father’s eye lashes and smile. She wore old Chuck Taylor’s that had seen better days, dark denim jeans and an old vintage The Smiths tee shirt that belonged to her mother. Her thick black framed glasses complimented her soft round face and made her red lips pop out.

“What’s going on…Why is everyone looking at me funny?” she asked putting her hair back into a ponytail. “Who died?”

“No one, but I just accidentally told Daddy about you and Aiden,”

“What do you mean you told Daddy? He knows weirdo,” she still looked at them funny.

Gerard shook his head and paused to speak. “So, is there something I should know? What drama with Aiden?”

“Daddy, are you kidding? You don’t remember freaking out? He was sixteen I was fifteen, we had a bonfire and we snuck off, you caught us kissing… Daddy, seriously that was over a year ago. Why are we even talking about this?”

“Oh yeah, I almost killed Uncle Frank, didn’t I?” he asked as the boys giggled and Emeline nodded. “Yeah, I remember now,”

“Oh!” Autumn stopped before her parents could go back to punishing her brothers. “I TURN SEVENTEEN IN FORTY DAYS! ISN’T THAT EXCITING?” She squealed and Gerard tried not to cry by expressionlessly blinking.

“Is that why you want to go on tour again Gerard?” Emeline asked as everyone stopped what they were doing. “Are you having another mid-life crisis?”

“Oh way to go Em, now it’s a fucking press conference in this house,” Gerard rubbed his face.

“We’re going on tour?!” all three kids excitedly chimed at once asking as many questions at once, the room suddenly turned into a loud ruckus of who could ask the loudest questions and Gerard gave Emeline a look.

“ENOUGH!” he yelled and everyone stopped. “You and you,” he pointed to Jade and Ethan. “Upstairs and get your showers and go to bed. Sleep in your own rooms tonight, I’m sick of the fighting. If I catch you both doing this again I’m taking every bit of technology out of your rooms. Understand me?”

“Yes Daddy,” they sighed.

“Apologize to each other for being rude and careless. You’re brothers, don’t act like that,” he crossed his arms as they looked at each other and apologized. “Hug,”

Both boys hugged each other and looked at their father. Emeline tried not to laugh and she went to the kitchen sink to finish cleaning. Autumn sat at the kitchen island and started going through her mail.

“Give me and Mom a kiss then go chill out,” Gerard sighed kissing both boys. “And missy,” he stopped looking at his daughter. “Where have you been all day?”

“Out with Aiden,” she smiled and munched on popcorn she had just made herself. “Want some Daddy?”

“Sure,” he sat down and looked to her. “Did you open your mail?”

“No, I’m going through it right now, you know, I can’t wait to get my letters back from all the schools I applied for. Daddy?”

Gerard laughed still looking at her. “Yes?”

“If I get into NYU, do you promise not to cry? Or freak out or anything like that?”

Emeline giggled from the sick and walked over to rub Gerard’s back. Their children were their pride and joy, but for Gerard nothing meant more to him than his kids. He had never envisioned himself as a father in his past, which to him seemed fairly lifeless, for Emeline had always wanted a big family.

“No, of course not,” he snorted. Thinking to himself he could feel his stomach drop and the sensation to throw up soon followed, of course he would.

“Daddy…” she pulled up two envelopes one from Rutgers University and anther from New York University. “Mommy sit down,”

“Huh?” Emeline looked over. “Oh my gosh! Open them Bella!”

Gerard sat there watching her intently. He knew one of two things were bound to happen, she’d either become an emotion wreck, not considering herself smart anymore due the fact she was denied by a stupid school due to a demographic rather than her personality. Autumn was graduating early and carried an impressionable 4.3 grade point average. He still wanted her to go to art school.

Opening both letters at the same time she sat them down and read them. Her expression seemed confused, and Emeline held tightly to Gerard from behind him her arms around his neck. Autumn kept reading then quickly looked at her parents.

“Daddy…”

“Bella…” he mocked her watching her intently.

“I got into honors at Rutgers,” she smiled and then held up the New York University letter. “I got in,”

‘So wait, you got into both?” Emeline asked excitedly.

“Yes!” Autumn giggled and threw her arms around her parents beaming. Gerard held her close and knew that if she went to NYU she’d have to leave home. Setting aside his terrors of letting her move out, he knew she herself in fact couldn’t possibly be ready to do such a thing. Her entire life she had spent very close to family, and he knew if she left within a week she’d be sopping miserable just like her mother was.

“I’m going to NYU!” she giggled and Emeline kissed her.

“I’m proud of you Autumn, I’m very proud of you,” she stroked her hair and smiled. “I’ll make a really special breakfast in the morning sweetheart, how’s that?”

“Yes!” Autumn and Gerard both chimed.

Upstairs, Ethan yelled for Emeline and she quickly darted up the stairs to attend to him. Gerard took the opportunity to wheel and deal. He knew he could change Autumn’s mind with a few simple, fairly expensive tactics. But he really didn’t care at this point.

“Can I go to NYU?”

“Of course…But,” he looked over at her. “I want to make you a deal first,” he played with her letter from Rutgers.

“Daddy, seriously, I’m going to be eighteen and I can handle being on my own in the city I mean,”

“You’ve never been in the city alone, period, so I don’t want to hear it Autumn,” he looked at her. “You do realize Mom’s English degree; Journalism and Writing minors are from Rutgers. She didn’t get honors because her computer fried,”

“I didn’t know that,” she listened to her father and laid her head on the table looking at him. Gerard could never resist from playing with her hair, since she was a baby. It was almost a nervous habit of his, but she smiled at him continuing to listen.

“Here’s the thing, mom had to work her ass off to get into honors, you…just got in,” he smiled. “So, here is my deal for you Bella,”

“Daddy don’t con me into,”

“If you stay home, go to school and live at home,”

“Daddy! I want to be self sufficient and independent!”

“Bella you can! Would you just listen before getting all feministic on me, please?”

“Fine,” she huffed looking back at him.

“If you stay home, you know how you want your room completely re-finished the way you want to do it?”

“Uh yeah, I’ve been asking for three years,”

“You can do whatever you please in your room, if and only if you live at home and go to Rutgers. I mean, I’m talking new furniture, brand new queen sized bed, new drapes! Autumn anything you want,”

“Maybe,” she eyed him well knowing her father was on a desperation factor.

“I’ll buy you a brand new car and we’ll go spend Daddy and Autumn day in the city,”

“WHAT? SHUT UP! SHUT UP! ALL OF THAT IF I GO TO RUTGERS? DADDY ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” she jumped out of her chair and started to squeal. Gerard blinked and felt like he was looking at Emeline twenty years ago.

“Well, I’m not laughing, so I know I’m not kidding,” he scratched his head and always wondered why his girls were in fact so very weird.

“SHUT UP!”

“Why do I feel like we’re watching Mean Girls?” he blinked watching his intelligent daughter bounce like she was twelve.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

“Well, you deserve rewarded for making honors at a collegiate level,” he went to continue but failed to breathe when she tackled him, her arms tightly clenched around his neck and she clung to him.

“DADDY YOU ROCK! I LOVE YOU!” she kept a tight grip on her father, still smiling from ear to ear and Emeline stood there laughing.

“Autumn, what’d you con him into now?”

“I’m going to Rutgers!” she giddily giggled and bounced. “AND,” she rattled off everything Gerard had told her; Emeline raised her eyebrow and looked to Gerard.

“I’m not going to cave or anything when it comes to college time, oh no, not me,” she mocked. “We’ve all got you wrapped around our little fingers, don’t we?” she laughed walking over to Gerard and kissing him.

“Daddy I love you!” Autumn held him tightly and kissed him. Gerard blushed and smiled pulling her into his lap.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Are we going shopping tomorrow?” Autumn asked looking up at him with bright eyes.

“Yes, Emeline,” he teased then laughing and kissed her forehead still holding her and sighed. “I don’t like this,”

“Like what?” Autumn looked up at him with her hazel brown eyes and Gerard melted into nothing more than a sopping pile of mush.

“Stop growing, go back to five,” he said making her laugh and snuggle with him.

“Dadddddyyy,” she yawned. “Do we have to go through this again?”

“Yes, stop growing, and go back to five,” he smiled holding her. “At least you still fit,” he hugged her.

“You have issues, you really do,” Autumn shook her head against his shoulder. “Is it okay if Aiden comes over and we watch some of your old horror movies?”

“Where are you going to watch them?”

“In the common room?”

“Good answer,” he laughed. “Go on, don’t stay up too late. We’re leaving early in the morning sweetheart,”

“Okay are you two losers going to bed?” she asked.

“Actually, your loser parents are having movie night too,” Emeline laughed with autumn. “Go, go, you’re so spoiled it’s making me sick,”

“I know, right?” Autumn joked and kissed them. “I’m just kidding. Thank you Mama, and thanks popsicle,”

Autumn pulled out her cell phone and called Aiden while walking outside to the backyard. Emeline stood above Gerard her arms crossed looking down at him. Slowly gazing up he smiled nervously and waved.

“I PANICKED OKAY?” he cried out making her laugh even harder.

“I knew you would, Ethan has a fever by the way,” she sighed and sat down.

“Damn it, wasn’t he just sick?”

“It’s his allergies, his asthma is terrible right now,” Emeline took Gerard’s hands and lead him upstairs. “He’s so congested and cant sleep because his head wants to explode,”

“What are we going to do?”

“I sat him more up right, gave him more pillows and turned on the vaporizer,”

“The poor kid is fourteen for fucks sake Emeline; you’re making him into a huge uber geek,”

“Oh shut up you jerk. You slept with one too,”

“Because my brother needed it!” he stopped and realized what he had just concluded.

“Damn it, that’s my fault he’s like that, isn’t it?”

“Your side has the sucky allergy gene,” she fell into their bed and laid there. “This gets harder everyday,”

“What? Being parents or just staying awake?”

“Both. You really want to tour?”

“I think we should,”

“All right,” she yawned snuggling with him. “Oh, you smell good,”

“Why thank you,” he cheaply smiled. “I do what I can,”

“Well at least you showered this week,”

“Shut up Em!” he laughed and cuddled. “I’m a softy, aren’t I?”

“Yep, you totally caved in and gave her everything she’s been asking for since fifteen, in a matter of two seconds,”

“Yeah. I know, but I got her to stay,” he stretched and lay on his back. “I’m good for awhile,”

“So when Aiden Iero asks her to marry him, you won’t shit a brick? Or if they decide to move to Rutgers together when they turn twenty?”

“You’re really pushing the envelope right now, my blood pressure is low for the time being, let’s keep it that way Mrs. Way,” he said as she laughed, snuggling under the covers with him.

Enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Love,
Adie

A Lesson on Revenge

2007-05-05T19:33:55Z

So, I've decided to write a fan fiction. Yes, finally. It's a My Chemical Romance fic, so if you're not a fan...feel free to read, but its about them, so you know.

haha but just so y'all know, its a new concept from the normal fan fiction. So just because the story coincides with the actual events, (ie tours, shows and certain life experiences) it's not in anyway ment to be a biography. This is more of a "What if" idea. I don't want to give too much away, but you'll figure it out and see what I mean.

So, here's the deal. Go into this story with no knowledge of who the boys are, espeically relationship wise. All the girls are different for not only respectable purposes, but its more fun that way bceause then they're my charaters. ha!

Do let me know what you think, I appreciate feed back.

I hope you enjoy, and keep thinking....what if....

Adie lynne

PS--- and remember friends, fiction is infact nothing short of fiction. <3 MCR is sadly, not mine. haha But any other characters not affiliated with the band, are MINE :)