This Song Is a Curse (MCR FANFICTION) (On Hold)

Batman vs. Superman

//I'm gonna use some quotes from an interview with Bob and Frank about comic book superheros, just before everyone's like "Bob said that, not Gerard", yes, I know :3\\

I followed Gerard down the carpeted stairs into a dark room. It really did look damp but the smell informed you otherwise. It smelt incredibly clean but looked horrendously dirty. Shoes blocked the doorway, clothes thrown everywhere. There were CD's out or their cases reflecting rainbow eyes on the ceiling. There was even a guitar tucked away from harms way in a little corner. I went for a closer look.

"Awh dude, she's beautiful!" I said, guitars always made me happy.

"Do you play?" Gerard looked at me quizzically.

"Sure as hell I do! I just smashed up my guitar though. Was a real bummer, she was expensive top." I said completely thinking aloud.

"Awh, erm, well you could take that one until you get a new guitar if you want." Gerard stuttered, "Play it, see if you let it, I haven't picked her up in ages."

I lifted the plain back leather strap over my head and ran my left hand down the guitar's smooth, sleek neck, fingerless gloves sliding on the gloss. I played the first verse to walking contradiction by green day. The guitar sounded amazing, needed a quick turn but nothing the piano couldn't fix.

"Would that be okay, you know, to borrow your guitar, you know until I get the money for a new one." I asked, unsure about the stranger's kindness.

"Yeah, sure, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it, silly." Gerard called over his shoulder as he bent down, looking for comic books; which were all organized alphabetically then numerically I suspected in a box.

I put my bag and Gerard's guitar neatly by his basement door, not wanting to create what seemed like more mess in an already cluttered bedroom. I practically jumped over mountains of clothes. I mean I'm only 5"4 so they must have been like half my height, so comparing piles of clothes and crap to mountains is not an overstatement at all. Gerard pulled out a speed ball comic book.

"Awh man, I hate this dude, his powers are literally useless." Gerard muttered under his breath.

"So, what's your favorite comic book character?" I asked Gerard whilst marveling at the amazing range of comic books that he has.

"Hmmm." He said pondering for a minute, "I'm gonna go with Superman but it's easy."

"Come on!" I said, "He's such a goody two shoes idiot, you always know whats gonna fucking happen."

"That is also very true." Gerard said, hand on chin.

We then heard a knock on the door. By this time Gerard had made room on the floor and we were both sat down upon the floor having discussions about comic book hero's and villains.

"Come in." Gerard called in he door's direction.

It was Mikey. Mikey. Fuck. I'd forgotten about Mikey. Gerard Way had made me forget all the bullshit with comics and guitars.