so, um. Um. I'm in an airport, somewhere, and I'm waiting for my layover, and I see Gerard, trying to get standby tickets to where I'm going, and they're all worried and scared, and he gets tickets, but the ticket-seller dude says there's a really small chance he'll actually get on the plane. So, I'm trying my hardest NOT to go fangirl Gerard when he's obviously all upset, so I call my sister, who says "well duh, Mikey's in the hospital, of course he's upset" and I'm all "D: D: D: I hope he gets on the plane" and then I get herded on with the rest of them, and, well, this is my stupid Mary Sue fantasy, guess who gets seated next to me?

So, Gerard is tired and worried and sadfaced, and I share my funny little U-shaped neck pillow and fuzzy hoodie (cause airplane blankets are made of tissue paper or something, seriously) and make sure he eats, and generally get to take care of him for a while, because goddamnit, he needs to be taken care of! And then we get off at the airport and I get a hug for goodbye, but leave him to his mom who came to pick him up...and then two hours later on my connecting flight I realize that hey, he still has my hoodie. Oh well, not much I can do about it.

Fast forward a couple months. After an MCR concert, I'm waiting outside, in hopes of getting autographs or something, and I see Gerard and he's all, "Hey, are you the one from the plane? Who gave me the hoodie?" and I'm like, "um...yeah...I'm glad Mikey's okay now" and runs back to the bus and gets the same hoodie to give back. Me: "XD thank you!" and then he smiles that squinchy faced toothsome smile and it melts my soul. the end.

So, yeah, basically I just want to take care of him and then make him smile. Even my guilty fantasies are lame :\