The Black Parade Is Real- Chapter 5!!(credits to cover me in gasoline[MCR fansite and fanfics!!])
It's night now. Gerard hasn't stopped the Parade. He does this sometimes, when the Parade's not tired, marches us in the dark until he senses that his brave little foot-soldiers have had enough, and then stops us and lets us sleep late the next morning. The more tired kids jump up onto the floats and if I look back and grab the pair of nightvision binoculars that are kept on this float for nights like this, I can see Fear and Regret on Float Two with the sleepy marchers from Lovesick and Handgun formation.
Regret has the head of a marcher named Ivan in her lap, and she's petting his hair. I can tell Ivan's not asleep. He wouldn't dare sleep through any attention by Regret. He's such a silly little sweet marcher; Gerard's teaching him how to throw a mace and his crush on Regret is just so cute.
I put the birdwatchers away and lay back in the gurney with my arms behind my head. It's not cold; I'm in my black uniform t-shirt now, my newly clean [squee] uniform jacket covering my lower body like a little blanket. I changed into my uniform when we stopped for lunch. I just couldn't live without it on.
Looking up, I notice that the ashes in the sky seem... lighter. There's less of a murky glow around the moon and more of a... moon shape. I wonder if Regret wasn't lying. I wonder if the stars WILL come out some night.
I look to my left and Claude's asleep. She's lying there on top of Mikey's chest, her bandaged ankle visible out of the bottom cuff of her pants. Mikey's staring at her as she sleeps, his hand stroking her back in a soft, constant rhythm as she breathes. He has this look of awe on his face.I tilt my head and ask him,
"Mikey? You all right?"
He shakes, as if out of a trance. "Oh... yeah... I'm fine."
I look at him, hanging over the edge of my gurney. Under my breath, I croon at them "So this is loooove, do do do do, so this is loveeeeee..."
With his other hand he tries to smack at me but he misses and I just keep singing.
"So thiiiiis is what makes liiiiife divineeeee? So this is loveee, do do do do, soo this is looooveeee?"
He sits there and fumes at me and I giggle and continue, getting up on my knees and singing with more passion,
"So this, is the miracle-"
another voice comes in. Male, harmonizing.
"-that I've been dreaming of...."
I whip around, confused, and I see Gerard. Damn, Damndamndamndamndamn. He's caught me singing. Now he'll want to like, teach me or soemthing. He'll want to take me away from my section, have me en float all the time. This is disaster, this is ridiculous, gosh he's sooo beautiful...
We fiinish together.
"So this... is... love."
Regret has the head of a marcher named Ivan in her lap, and she's petting his hair. I can tell Ivan's not asleep. He wouldn't dare sleep through any attention by Regret. He's such a silly little sweet marcher; Gerard's teaching him how to throw a mace and his crush on Regret is just so cute.
I put the birdwatchers away and lay back in the gurney with my arms behind my head. It's not cold; I'm in my black uniform t-shirt now, my newly clean [squee] uniform jacket covering my lower body like a little blanket. I changed into my uniform when we stopped for lunch. I just couldn't live without it on.
Looking up, I notice that the ashes in the sky seem... lighter. There's less of a murky glow around the moon and more of a... moon shape. I wonder if Regret wasn't lying. I wonder if the stars WILL come out some night.
I look to my left and Claude's asleep. She's lying there on top of Mikey's chest, her bandaged ankle visible out of the bottom cuff of her pants. Mikey's staring at her as she sleeps, his hand stroking her back in a soft, constant rhythm as she breathes. He has this look of awe on his face.I tilt my head and ask him,
"Mikey? You all right?"
He shakes, as if out of a trance. "Oh... yeah... I'm fine."
I look at him, hanging over the edge of my gurney. Under my breath, I croon at them "So this is loooove, do do do do, so this is loveeeeee..."
With his other hand he tries to smack at me but he misses and I just keep singing.
"So thiiiiis is what makes liiiiife divineeeee? So this is loveee, do do do do, soo this is looooveeee?"
He sits there and fumes at me and I giggle and continue, getting up on my knees and singing with more passion,
"So this, is the miracle-"
another voice comes in. Male, harmonizing.
"-that I've been dreaming of...."
I whip around, confused, and I see Gerard. Damn, Damndamndamndamndamn. He's caught me singing. Now he'll want to like, teach me or soemthing. He'll want to take me away from my section, have me en float all the time. This is disaster, this is ridiculous, gosh he's sooo beautiful...
We fiinish together.
"So this... is... love."
