My Way Home Is Through You ~A Gerard Way story~ 65

February 22 came soon, here’s what’s been going on.

Ok, I got my job back at the adult store, but made a point to tell them I was just working until close to March. I got Patrick a job there, but he got fired first day. He was stealing “products” for only Jesus knows what reasons. He did get a job at Wendy’s and comes home everyday smelling like fries, it makes me really hungry. I’m also supposed to go to L.A. in almost a week. On the very last day of February. Oh, and um, did I mention? I’m kinda, uh, pregnant. But I’m not for sure. I took the test last week, but I haven’t been to the doctor yet. I’m pretty sure it’s Gerard’s, because we did have that entire day where we had sex. No, I haven’t told anyone. I needed to go to the doctor first.

Someone was knocking on my door.

I got up from the couch, that seems like my main spot, and went to the door. “Brody, hey.” I smiled at my kinda boyfriend.

He held up pizzas, soda, and a blockbuster bag. “Hi, ready to watch movies?”

I nodded and let him in, Patrick had gone somewhere with Elizabeth, I’m just happy she’s an adult.

He sat the pizzas on the kitchen counter and poured us both glasses of Coca-Cola. “So, wanna watch Fight Club or Interview with a Vampire first?”

I smiled and sat on the counter, next to him. “Do you have some weird obsession with Brad Pitt, cause sorry to tell you, he’s taken.”

Brody rolled his eyes. “Is it wrong to be a fan?”

I shrugged, “some people take it to far, ask Mark David Chapman.”

“I’m not gonna shoot Brad Pitt.” He took our food to the living room and set it on the coffee table.

I followed him, grabbing the movies first, I inserted Interview with a Vampire first. I thought it was strange that Brody just so happened to choose two movies where it shows boobs multiple times. Hmm...

Brody put his plate in his lap, and started digging at his pizza.

I giggled because he was basically shoving it in his whole mouth. “I’m sure your boyfriend likes that huge mouth.”

He eyeballed me, unable to say anything because of the pizza in his mouth.

I smirked to myself, knowing I had won. “It’s kinda icky that she just keeps that woman, dead and naked.” I stated, eating my third or fourth piece of pizza.

“Well, I mean, you would too. If you had to stay eleven for eternity.” He was just on his second slice, but had a lot of cheesy bread.

I shrugged, I guess he was right, but it was still weird. I laid entwined with Brody on the couch with a cover over us, but it wasn’t really sexual. I turned my face to his and gave him a small kiss, our first kiss.

He smiled. “What was that for?”

I smiled. “You know what it was for.”

“Ok.” He kissed me again, but didn’t go any farther than that.

We had gone to sleep after kissing a lot, and I woke up to his half open-drooling mouth in my face.

I grinned and got up from his arms, I went into the kitchen to get the stuff cleaned up.

Of course, he woke up as soon as I was done.

I put my hand on my hip and walked out into the living area. “Were you pretending to be asleep just so you wouldn’t have to clean?” I cocked an eyebrow.

He tiredly smiled. “You’ll never know.”

I shook my head and grinned. “I guess not.”

He walked over to where I was standing. “So, about this thing you have to go to next week, what’s up with that?”

I had told Brody I was going on a “vacation” for a few months, um, around seven or eight months actually. “Um, I just, uh, need to get away you know.” I still wasn’t fully comfortable telling him that I was going on tour with My Chemical Romance.

He looked at me like he knew I wasn’t telling the full truth.

I sighed, I have known him for about four or five weeks now. I’ll tell him. “I’m going on tour with that band My Chemical Romance. They’re my friends.”

Brody stared at me for a moment, then burst into laughter. “Good one Jocelyn.”

I put both hands on my hips. “Whatever. I’m telling the truth.”

“Sure you are, oh, and a Kurt Cobain rose from the grave. I gotta go be his guitar technician.”

(Author’s Note: “we’re having a party at the Cobain residence, you get the needle I got the gun”- I love that part of Maybe Memories.)

I hate it when people call me a liar, so I took drastic measures. I ran into my room and got my digital, which still had pictures of me and Gerard being all lovey. I just don’t have the heart to delete them. I ran back out and handed the camera to Brody.

He began looking through the album, stopping at a picture and laughing.

“What?” I pulled his arm to see the photo.

It was Mikey at Christmastime with snow in his pants.

I laughed, “yeah. Gerard and I made a bet with him, that neither of us fell through on.”

“So, Gerard Way is the lead singer of My Chemical Romance.” He gave me back the camera.

I took it and set it on the counter. “A.k.a. my ex boyfriend.”

Brody sat back on the couch. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I sat next to him and propped myself up with one elbow, sitting up. “I don’t know. I just, I really don’t know. I just didn’t.”

He nodded. “That’s cool I guess, I mean, I still think it’s kinda weird.”

“How so?”

“If I knew a famous band I would tell the whole world about it.”

I shook my head. “I was never into that whole ‘fame’ thing. Kids would come up asking for pictures of me with them, just because I was dating Gerard. It creeped me out.”

He shrugged.

I got an idea, this one was really good too. I smiled and shook Brody’s shoulder. “Come on the tour with me. You can sell merch with me. Please.”

He looked at me with a look that he thought I was strange. “I don’t know, I have a job.”

I rolled my eyes. “You deliver pizzas for Pizza Hut and get the rest of your money from your dad.”

Brody stared back at the tv, that had the menu for Interview with a Vampire on it. “Aren’t they going to Europe?”

“Not until June.” I assured him, “and you can just come while they’re in the states.”

He thought and then smiled after a few minutes. “Sure, I bet it’ll be fun.”

I smiled happily, and clapped my hands together, then stood. “I’m gonna go call Brian, tour manager, and see if you can come.” I ran into my room and got my phone that had been charging. I called Brian.

“Hey.” He yelled over music, I guess MCR had started their set.

“It’s Jocelyn,” I yelled back so he could hear. “Go somewhere quieter.” I heard the noise die down more and more.

He had, I guess, walked way backstage. “What do you want girl?” He asked happily, I never call Brian.

I should call him more often though, I walked back into the living room with Brody. “I, uh, need to ask you a HUGE favor.”

“No I will not be your pimp.” He joked.

“Shut up.” I squealed. “I was wondering if my,” I looked at Brody as I called him my ‘boyfriend’ to see if it was cool, boyfriend could sell merch with me and come on tour.”

Brian heavily sighed. “Hold on, you have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” I told him. “Is that shocking?”

“Kinda.”

“It’s been, like, almost six weeks. You think I would have moved on by now.” I started saying it a bit more mean than intended.

“Don’t get so defensive.” He thought about my question, “fine I guess we could use more merch people.”

I smiled from ear to ear. “Can’t wait.”

“You know Gerard’s gonna get p**sed.”

I hated that he said that. I didn’t necessarily care for Gerard anymore. “He can f**king get over it, and I’m sure he has his precious Eliza to calm his nerves.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger.”

“But you’re not sending me a message from someone, that came from YOUR mouth.” I thought his statement had been pretty stupid.

“I agree, but still, don’t shoot me.”

I smiled. “I won’t, well, I’ll let you get back to your show. I’m sure it’s as wonderful as always.”

“You’re right about one thing.” Brian told me.

I lightly laughed. “Thanks by the way, we’ll see you in L.A.”

“Yep, can’t wait to see you again, bye.”

“Bye Brian.” I hung up the phone. I smiled at Brody. “He said it was completely cool with him, so I guess you’re going to L.A.”

Brody smiled. “Nice,” he crept over to me, but didn’t leave the couch. “You called me your boyfriend.”

I blushed. “And?”

He wrapped his arms around my midriff and pulled me toward the couch. “And, nothing. We are dating, I suppose.”

I smiled. “Good to hear. Now I suggest you go back and I’m tired, so I’m gonna sleep.”

He nodded. “Sounds cool.” He stood in front of me. “I’ll call you later or tomorrow.”

I scrunched up my face. “Not tomorrow, I’m going to the doctor.”

“Oh yeah, check up.”

I nodded, “I guess so,” then put my hand on my stomach.

Brody quickly kissed me on the lips. “Bye.” He walked out the door.

I hadn’t bothered to tell him bye, because I don’t know why. I went into my room and laid on the bed. I was so wiped out. I did wonder what Gerard would think about Brody, but didn’t care at the same time. I was worried about going to the doctor tomorrow. What if I was pregnant? What if it wasn’t Gerard’s? If it wasn’t his I don’t know what I would do. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself is it was Paris’. I still love Gerard with all my heart and soul, and if I do have a baby then I want to try and get along with him again.