Life, Love, and My Chemical Romance

In all of my sixteen years of living I don't recall haveing the same song stuck in my head twice. It couldv'e happened, but I don't remember. Today I have the song I'm Not Okay by My Chemical Romance stuck in my head... again. I had it stuck in my head the day I met my Grandmother. The other odd thing is that My Chemical Romance doesn't exhist anymore...
Anyway today my mission is to retrieve Gerard's phone number, e-mail adress, and screen name.
BEEP
BEEP
Nicole had arrived. I threw my raggedy black backpack over my sholder, threw on my converse, said goodybye, and ran to the car.
"What's up? How come you didn't call me yesterday?" we have this thing where we call eachother everynight... "Where were you? I called and you weren't home."
"Oh..." a small smile played across my lips.
"What?"
"I went to Planet Comix with Gerard."
"A date! And you don't even tell you best friend?"
"It wasn't a date! He just asked me where I got my comics from in detention, and I told him I would show him. That's it!"
"Marilyn and Gerard Sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I---"
"There is NOTHING going on between us! Were just friends! Stop!" maybe I said that a little too loud...
"Okay, God. I'm just so happy you have a boyfriend," I groaned, "a friend who you like more than a friend who is a guy."
"If it maked you any happier I'm planning to ask him for his number today."
"Yay! Me, Justin, Gerard and you can all go on a double date together!"
"Nicole."
"Yeah?"
"Shutup."