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Wasted
Title: Wasted
Fandom: Music
Characters: Gerard Way/Bert McCracken
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: More than 100 I hope
Rating: PG-13 for use of alcohol and foul language
POV: 1st Person- Gerard
Author's Notes: Okay, this is my first fic for Slash_100. I'm not sure if I really like it, but bear with me. I wanted to try to copy the real beginnings for Bert and Gerard--how they really met. I know for a fact that Brain, both of their managers, did introduce them. I know for a fact that this was done at Warped Tour or some other tour. And I know for a fact that Gerard was a drunk in those days, but I'm glad now he's sober.
Disclaimer: Bert and Gerard are both locked up in my closet and I'm recording it all on tape. No, seriously, I do not own them so don't sue. I wish I did, but magic's not real.
I had first met him on the Warped Tour.
I remember that day- I was wasted.
I was always wasted those days, drinking a Budweiser before taking the stage and I couldn't remember what kind of liquor after. I felt alive with the alcohol flowing through my veins, like wildfire set off in a meadow. Nothing could stop me as long as I thought it couldn't. Not even my brother Mikey and his pesky complaints of, "Don't you think that's enough Gee?" or, "Fuck Gerard your a drunk!". No, Mikey couldn't touch me none the less stop me.
But someone else did.
All I remember was a bright Saturday sky and a drink in my hand when I walked out of the tourbus. The concrete was warm beneath my socks, yes, socks. Brian our tour manager at the time, walked me over beneath a tent and had me shake hands with someone. A man actually. A very..different kind of man.
"Gerard, this is Bert from The Used. He's a cool guy, thought you might like to know 'em."
Bert smiled and giggled like a little school girl when I shook his hand. That's when I realized he was probably wasted already.
I smiled and took sip from my beer, the burning liquid running slowly down my windpipe. It was finished before I knew it, and Bert was offering me another one.
"Dude, come to my bus! I got more beer than where that came from."
More beer? Hell yes.
"Okie dokie smokie, let me just ask manager Bri here if it's okay."
"It's fine Gerard, go on and have fun." he replied.
He sounded like my father.
Bert walked me across the parking lot and to his bus which was across from my own. I had tossed my can somewhere before hopping through the door, hearing a clang against metal material; my can.
"Don't mind the mess. We live like animals."
I scratched my head and laughed, looking over the place. "Hey don't worry, it's not as bad as ours."
He laughed and went to the refridgerator, taking out two bottles of booze. He then made his way to the couch, patting the seat beside him. I obliged and sat beside him, taking one of the bottles and popping the top.
"Soooo...Bert right?"
"Mhm-hm." he replied, gulping down his bottle.
"Why did Brian want us to meet anyway?"
Bert shrugged and set his half full (or half empty) bottle down. "Beats me. He probably knew we'd be a great couple."
I laughed. "Yeah, right. Brian's not gay dude, and that's just fucked up."
He laughed too, leaning back and stretching out his arms behind him. He let one rest behind my head, leaning against my black locks. "Well, I'm half gay..but yeah, that is pretty fucked up." he said in a giggle.
I tried to laugh, finishing off my beer. "So what, you're bi?"
He didn't answer.
When I went to ask him again in our third beer each, he still didn't answer me. I had a good tolerance for beer, but this kind was making me wasted fast. He was getting beat too, but I really didn't notice.
I remember laughing a lot, being teased a lot, and this weird feeling passing between my lips. Was it a tongue, a kiss? I don't know.
But I do know for certain: Bert was gay, or at least bi.
And I know for a fact that something else happened that night. I wish I could remember it totally, the pain and the pleasure. Bert did something that night that I would never forget.
He made me fall in love with him. That fucker.
