Names Hands and Faces

Gerard-
"Mikey, what if they don't like it?" I mumble. He just shakes his head before messing with my hair, tucking it behind my ear "Do I make a pretty girl?" I slip into mocking as I pout. He nods vigorously and we both share a relieved chuckle. The tension leaves my body and I grab his arm in mine as we walk to my wall. I had a wall to myself and I was pretty damn proud. It was showing some batman pieces that Mikey helped me come up with, as well as some teasers and ideas for the Umbrella Academy
"Look at it bro. Your work on a wall"
"I know, and the next wall is Gabriel Bá how awesome is that!" I start to geek out slightly
"Lets keep you away from the Grant Morrison wall eh?" He asks and I nod
"Probably best" I mutter as he steers me towards the finger foods. I ignore them in favor of the sparkling water. I sip at it quietly before blending into a corner while the guests start to pile in. I keep an eye on what people do or say around my wall but other than that i'm pretty happy where I am.

"Gee!"
"Brian!" I greet, hugging him. "I didn't think you could make it"
"Well I could, Frank came with if that's cool?"
"That's totally not cool but i'm letting it slide because Grant Morrison and Gabriel Bá and Dave Gibbons and so many more and DUDE!" My voice gets kinda squeaky towards the end but he laughs
"Hey is that?"
"It's sparkling water" He looks at me skeptically before I pass him the glass. He takes a swig from it before nodding and handing it back
"It's been a year Bri. Clean and sober for a full year. With your help"
"I know, just checking"
"Old habits die hard hey?" I laugh and he laughs with me. He untucks my hair before turning me around as somebody coughs
"Yes?"
"Hello, i'm a big fan of your work. I was wondering when this Umbrella Academy was going to be out?" A skinny guy with hipster glasses and matching scarf asks. But his grin unveiled his inner geek and I manage a smile
"Sometime next October. Hopefully on Halloween because how cool would that be?"
"That would be the coolest!" He jumps up and down slightly before a girl comes over to him. He calms right down and sniffs
"Well, it was nice meeting you" The girl drags him off and I shake my head at them. He was totally whipped. It was hilariously adorable.

"People love your work" A voice pipes up and I turn around to see Frank standing there. He looked amazing as usual, but I try to ignore it.
"I would hope so"
"Let me re-phrase that, I love your work"
"You don't have to say that because of a meaningless name on your hand" I spit despite myself
"It, it isn't meaningless Gerard. And I really do like your work"
"Look if I promise to talk to you when we get back would you scram?"
"What if I want to talk now?" He raises and eyebrow and I snort
"Look this is a big thing for me if I don't mess it up. Now scram" I straighten up, pulling my leather jacket closer around my shoulders.
"Alright, but as soon as we get back Gee"
"As soon as we get back Frankie" What the hell was up with those nick names then? I don't dwell on it as I get distracted by Grant Morrison's wall. Just like the other people around me.

"Gerard Way" A voice startles me from my staring and I spin around to look up
"G-Grant Morrison"
"I love your work, i'm interested in where you take it" He shakes my hand
"Likewise" I look around frantically for Mikey, not finding him. Grant puts his arm around my shoulders before steering me towards Gabriels wall
"Wouldn't your style and his look good together?" He gets straight to the point it seemed.
"They would mesh well yes, but that isn't a possibility-"
"Of course it is!" He goes to carry on his protest but we're interrupted
"GEE!" A voice calls before Frank is right there, dragging me sideways, wrapping an arm around my waist and away from Grant "Mikey was looking for you"
"But it's Grant-"
"Hello i'm Mikey Way, Gerards agent" Mikey comes up to us to shake Grants hand
"Where the hell do you guys keep coming from?" I ask, not moving from under Franks grip. Grant just laughs before Brian appears
"Hello i'm Brian Schechter, Gerard Way's former agent and assistant to Mikey Way on occasion"
"Seriously where are you all coming from?"
"We're just looking out for you" Mikey shrugs
"One whole year guys!" I remind them
"A whole year of what?" Frank asks
"Nothing Frank, Now Grant what were you saying?"
"I was saying that you and Gabriel would mesh very well-"
"Did you call me Grant?" And lo and behold Gabriel Bá appears
"WHERE DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP COMING FROM? THE FUCKING FLOOR OR SOMETHING?" I shout, waving my arms around and they all giggle.
"Maybe we do, maybe we appear from the ceiling!" Mikey jokes and I nod
"I wouldn't be surprised if you guys came from the artwork"
"You value us that much Gee Way?" Brian croons and I shake Frank off, going over to Brian and planting a smacking kiss on his forehead
"Of course I do Bee Schechter" He pushes me backwards affectionately while the other guys coo around us. But then we all get broken up by people wanting to speak to us, mainly the more famous artists in front of us. As usual I freak out and clam up while Mikey does most of the talking with input from Brian.
"Gerard, here. It's my phone number. I have ideas so you need to call soon okay?" Grant tell me, passing me a piece of paper that I shove into my pocket as he passes in the sweep of people.
"I will" I call after him before doing my happy dance inside my head. I just got Grant Morrisons phone number. This was the best day ever!

Frank comes up to me again and slings his arm around my waist
"What the hell Frank?" I ask but he's too busy glaring at something to listen to me. I don't say anything more as I really just wanted him to keep his arm around my waist. I was a sad person, I will admit to that. After that people start to pile out of the gallery and I shake Frank off "Do you want to talk tomorrow? I'll let you in I promise"
"Sure" He yawns before hugging me sleepily and trailing after Brian
"You're totally in love with him" Mikey smirks from beside me, sneaking up on me
"Well duh!" I ruffle his hair in retaliation before leading him to the car after jumping about five foot off the ground. My artwork would be sorted out at a later date so we could just go straight home.

The next day at a ridiculously early hour there's a knock at the door. I roll out of bed and onto the floor with a thump before trudging from my tiny room, through the kitchen and to the door.
"Frank?" I ask and he nods sleepily before pushing past me and going into the kitchen