Gerard Way Three Cheers Novels & Stories

… Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle." In Rosa's hospital room, Luca handed her the last slice of orange and stood up. "I'll go check on that troublesome one." Rafael let out a scoff. "Why bother checking on her? Let her reflect on her own." Enzo had already headed toward the door. He still couldn't feel at ease. Valentina had just woken up, and she was still injured. The three of them walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to Valentina's hospital room.

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her." He looked at Eugene. "Did she tell any of you that?" Eugene looked diffident. Everything he'd told me that morning were lies—there wasn't any auction, nor did they have to go anywhere with Gary. It was only from their conversation that I learned they'd all been out together to celebrate Phoebe's cat's birthday. It turned out I couldn't even compare to a cat. I rubbed my chest, feeling bitter. It was weird. Why was I still feeling these things when I was dead?

He walked over to me with a triumphant smile. "What were you hoping for? You're old and useless. Do you really think that Kim will still love you? She loves me the most now." Then, he produced a certificate from his pocket and showed it to me. "All I need is to put on a cute act and cry a few drops of tears, she would even get married to me. If you know any better, you'd pack up your things and get lost. Stop being the third wheel here." I glared at the wedding certificate, with a photo of Kim cosying up next to Emmett.

That place has set vacant for three weeks now after the Gellers split after a scandalous affair brought the couple to a nasty divorce. Like I said we know it all. "I bet they're moving into the old man Carvers place." I say as I lean against the now clean counter. "Twenty says their moving I to the Geller place" says Damien with a smug smile as if he knows he just won the bet. "Fifty says you're both wrong" Damitri says with a shrug. If I didn't know better I'd say the asshole has already done his homework and stacked the new comers out.

Hand in hand, we walked forward, with Millicent and Jonathan's laughter echoing around us. We followed the sound of their laughter, slowly making our way home.

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

"So on the count of three, we'll all say 'cheers.'" "Who's doing the counting?" Thorne asked. "You suggested it, so you should do it," Xer answered. Thorne pouted slightly, his expression turning sour. "That's not fair at all." Everyone laughed. "Nothing is fair in life," Kade muttered. "Fine." Thorne stood up dramatically. "In three... two... one... everyone—" "CHEERS!!!" They all chorused together, clicking their cups against one another before drinking. "That hit the spot," Xer said, draining his cup.

And unlike me three years ago, my wedding dress was rented for five hundred dollars. They stood at the door to welcome the guests, and everyone beside them gave them their most sincere blessings. Every member of the expedition team that I went through fire and water with was present at the wedding. Three years after my death, they had all accepted Winston and Vivian. My intern, Blake Ferguson, handed over a delicate gift. "For Vivian and Winston, happy to see you getting married. "On the big day, you have to drink with me later." Vivian leaned into Winston's arms and said with a smile, "Winston and I are preparing for pregnancy, so he can't drink."

The smiley redhead asked me at the desk “Hi yes, Olivia Graham I’m here for the wedding". I said looking around, I couldn’t see Blake or Stacey anywhere and I didn't recognise any other faces. “Perfect Olivia you're in yurt four.” She handed me a key. “This is for the toilets and showers''. “Wait" I said, putting my hand up. “Did you say yurt?” “Yes the bride and groom ensured all of the guests were booked into the yurts". Her smile wasn’t fading and I growled. Fucking Blake always got to do fancy shit.