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Something Different.
1 Reviews"Jess," I whisper. "Mmm," "I'm definitively bi." Frank and Gerard meet for the first time, but after Frank gets kicked outta their class, will Gerard get the wrong impression?
Hello my lovlies! Sorry this took so long, but I was on holidays in another foreign land somewhere hot.
Anywho, this is the chapter. I hope it's okay, ya'know?
Frank’s P.O.V.
I was sitting on my desk in Science waiting for Ms. Glavin (an evil, crow-faced cow) to arrive. She was already ten minutes late for class and chances are she’d be another. I wasn’t really complaining though, the class was getting louder and I was most likely the loudest.
“Awh, c’mon Bob! Lemmie just do it once?”
“No Frank, piss off.”
That, my friend, was Bob Bryar. He was a massive blue-eyed, blonde haired friend of mine. He moved here about two years ago and I met him in a tattoo parlour as we were both getting our lips pierced. We pretty much became friends after that. Most people were terrified of the guy, but once you get to know him you realise he’d do anything for his friends. (Like parade around in your mom’s best dress singing Queen to cheer you up. True story.)
“Bobert…” I whine.
“I said piss-the-fuck-off Frank! You’re coming nowhere near me with those Sharpies!”
“But I’ll make you look all pretty! Look, I just wanna draw one butterfly on your neck…”
“No. Go away.”
“Bo-ob…”
“Frank, leave Bob the fuck alone! Jesus Christ. We haven’t even started first class and I can already feel a headache coming on because of you.”
That was Jess. She was undoubtedly the only person out of our group that I could trust 100 percent. She was the cookie to my cream, the bee to my honey, the Spongebob to my Patrick. She was the one I went to, covered in a mixture of my own blood, piss and vomit after an experimental night with drugs, downed with Vodka, knowing she wouldn’t judge and make sure I don’t die on my own vomit. She was the person I poured all my heart out to. She was the only person I’ve told that I could be possibly gay to. (What? You thought me and her dated? Haha. No.)
Frowning, I sat back down in my seat.
“Sorry Bob,” I mutter.
Jess smirked and Bob just gave me the finger. It took all my willpower not to try and bite it.
“You need to teach us how you do that,” Ray, an afrofied, guitar genius friend of mine said.
“Hard discipline,” Jess replies smoothly.
“Or abuse,” I mutter.
To prove my point, she was just about to fling her science book at me when Ms. Glavin walked in.
“Quiet!” she shouts. The class immediately shuts up. Ms. Glavin was a teacher you did not want to mess with. Three weeks of scrubbing gum off the bottom of desks proves so.
“Sorry for being late, I was sorting a problem in the office,”
“The hard-on in Mr. Reids pants, no doubt,” Jess whispers and I bite back a laugh.
“Before we start, I’d like to introduce a new student,” she gestures towards the kid standing awkwardly beside her. “Ah, Gerard Way,” she finished. Once she directed him towards his seat (which was directly in front of me,) I managed to get a better look at him.
He was, to put it simply, gorgeous. Like, seriously. He had black, ink-coloured hair that fell around his face, like he was trying to shield himself. He had hazel covered eyes and a small, button nose. He was biting his lip like crazy.
Oblivious to my open-mouth staring, he took out a notepad and began to draw. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration and every few minutes he would flick his hair out of his face.
“Jess,” I whisper poking her cheek.
“Mmm,”
“I’m defiantly bi,”
She looked up at me and raised a perfect eye-brow. I pointed towards Mr. Gorgeous, smiling. She smirked at me.
“About fucking time,” she mutters and goes back to writing. Huh, I was expecting a better reaction. A celebration, a pat on the back, a congrats even.
Frowning I look at the board and try to pay attention but the mindless chemical symbols and formulas blur and shift out of focus. After fifteen minutes of forcing myself to focus, I give up. I decide that if I can’t focus, well then the new kid isn’t allowed to either. It’s not fair.
“Hey,” I whisper tapping him on the shoulder.
“Yeah?” he turns and looks at me.
“I’m Frank, Frank Iero,” I beam, giving him my best smile and thrust my hand in his direction for a shake.
“Gerard,” he mutters and shakes my hand. Almost immediately, he lets go and turns back around. I inwardly sigh. He really could be more cooperative. I decided to try again.
I tap his shoulder and hold my breath. He turns around. Fuckyeah!
“Yes?” He snaps. Oh, Gerard now looks irked… Whoopies.
“Uh I just wanted to welcome you to the school and stuff?” I offer.
Sweet mother of baby Jesus, Frank. Could you sound anymore lamer?
Yes, yes I could.
I doubt it man, highly doubt it.
Shut it, brain.
Make me?
Oh I’ll make you.
Come at me, bro!
I felt like squeezing my head into a little blob and throwing it into the trash since it was so useless.
Bringing my focus back to the operation at hand, I put my focus solely back to Gerard… Well, the back of his head at least. When the fuck did he turn back around?!
Frowning I turn to Jess who is silently shaking with laughter. It seemed I was going to have to be a fuckload more seductive with Mister Gerard. Challenge Accepted.
“Smooth,” I hear Jess whisper and I punch her in the arm. Hard.
“Mr. Iero! Violence is not accepted in my classroom. Get yourself to the principal’s office. Now!” Ms. Glavin shouts. Knowing there is no point in arguing with her, I stand up.
In a state of pure shock and heartbreak, due to Gerard’s ice-cold heart, I walk out of the classroom, glaring at Jess.
I was now sitting outside the principal’s office waiting for Mr. Reid to call me in and give me the same lecture he gives me every other day. I began to whistle a killer guitar riff that me and Ray had started when he called my name.
Walking in I strolled over to the worn out brown fabric chair that I was now costumed to. I plopped myself down and began to whistle the ‘dum du-du-dum’ guitar piece, stopping when I saw the death glare Mr. Reid was doing in my direction.
“Hello Sir, how’re ya?” I ask, smirking.
“Cut the crap, Frank. It’s the first day of the week and you are already in my office. I have better things to be doing first thing Monday morning than to be dealing with you. No offence or anything.” He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Seriously now Frank, is this how you wish to spend the rest of your school year? Because if it is, then you wont have it. I’ll have to expel you before you get to the end.” He states. I could see the massive vein on his neck beginning to introduce itself and I was more than happy to welcome it.
“It’s worth the risk to see your pretty face,” I wink.
“Frank,” he warns.
“”Awh, c’mon now Sir. It was just a misunderstandin’. See Ms. Glavin, bless her cold, dead heart thought I was hittin’ Jessicca, but if she had let me explain, I could’ve explained that I was just caressing it… Trying to sooth Jess, if you would.” I gave him my ‘100% serious’ look.
“Iero,” he mutters rubbing his hand over his face.
“Yes?” I ask looking up from under my eyelashes.
“This is your last warning, you hearing me? I’m quite tired to find you outside my office all the time. It’s starting to become a second home to you at this stage. Please go and leave me in peace.” He says, defeated.
“Alrighty then. See you later, Sir.” I smile and head for the door.
“I mean it Frank, no trouble.”
“What? Me, trouble? I’m offended, Sir!” I say in mock horror, walking into the busy halls.
Walking over to Jess and co. at our usual spot for lunch my mind began to wonder back to Gerard and how I was going to seduce him.
“S’appening, freaks,” I great the group.
“Eating,” came Bobs muffled reply, “what’s the verdict, man?”
“Oh, you know. Just the usual slap on the wrist.” I smirk and Ray looks at me with disbelief.
“I’ll never understand how you get away with this kinda shit,” he mutters.
“Because I’m Frank, duh?” I point out ruffling his afro, which causes him to spaz out and spill his soda.
“You prick!”
“Language Toro!” I say in mock disbelief, “What will the neighbours think?”
“Fuck off, Frank. You’re dead to me,” he says and lifts his empty Dr. Pepper bottle and flings it at me.
Laughing, I dodge the missile and turn to Jess who was lighting a cigarette.
“So, did I miss anything interesting while I was gone?” I ask, lying on her lap looking up at her.
“Not really dude,” she mutters and takes a pull, “the new kid you’re spazzing on is in our maths too,” she adds. I shifted my position to get a better look at her.
“What? Did you talk to him? Did he talk to you? Did he ask who I was? Does he think I’m weird? Did he smell as nice as he did this morning? Oh mother of god, did he tell you his sexual preferences?” I gush. Gerard smells so nice… So edible… Mmm, I wouldn’t mind eating him…
I was snapped back into reality by Jess talking to me.
“Nah, he was sitting at the very back corner by himself,” she shrugs, snuffing out her cigarette.
“I’m pretty sure he has a younger brother that’s in Christa’s class. I’ve seen him in the halls with Lindsey and them,” Bob adds in.
“Cool,” I mutter. My brain was beginning to form an idea. “We should invite ‘um to hang with us. Must be hard, being the new kids, and all…” I hear myself say. I look at Jess who is frowning straight ahead.
“Looks like they already have,” she says, pointing towards a group of students. Huh, maybe my plan to seduce him can begin now…
A group of about five people were walking toward us. Lindsey, a chick I solely knew due to her and Jess being chick best friends, was head of the group. She was wearing a short, black plaid skirt, a fitted red shirt (with the top three buttons undone, I might add,) a pair of red Doc Martins, knee high socks and black, fingerless leather gloves. She had sleek black hair that contrasted with her bright, red lips. Next to her was my Gerard, who had his arms linked with Lindsey. I felt a surge of jealously rise through me.
Behind the ‘Lovely Couple’ was Christa (a chick who Ray has had a crush on since the beginning of time) and Alicia. They were both to each other what Jess was to me. To their left was Jamia (a chick I had on the side for when I was too lazy to go clubbing, but too excited to just use a sock,) and she was linked with a mousey haired, visually impaired kid.
Whoa, holy shit Frank! You made a rhymey! Congrats.
Shut it, Brain.
Hey, I’m just offering my support. I never knew you had it in ya to rhyme.
I said shut it.
As the group neared and my brain shuts up, a surge of jealousy rips through me again.
Whoa, calm down there, Frankie boy. You don’t even know the guy properly yet.
I am aware of my relationship status with him, thanks.
You don’t even know if he’s gay…
I’ll turn him if I must.
Really? Would you really do that for your own sexual release?
Yes.
My argument ended with myself when the group arrived at our little spot. Still lying in Jess’s lap I look up at them.
“Wazzup, babe?” I ask, looking at Jamia. She turns tomato red and sits down, becoming Mr. Mousey to do the same. My gaze shifted towards him. If this really was Gerard’s brother, they looked nothing alike.
Alicia sat next to Bob, stealing one of his crisps in the process getting a muffled “Hey!” response. Christa sat next to Ray, who was about to offer her a drink when he remembered he flung it at me and gave me the death glare. I flipped him off.
Lindsey sat down next to Jess and immediately began yapping on about some guy in her Art class. Gerard, who looked extremely awkward and out of place sat across from his brother. They both shared a weird look before turning away.
A few minutes if meaningless chitchat began.
“So,” Bob starts.
“Oh! Shit, sorry guys. This is Gerard and his younger brother Mikey. Mikey’s in our History and English.” Lindsey interrupts.
“Yeah, we know who Gerard is. He’s in our Science and Math. Aren’t ya, Gerard?” Jess says, looking at him expectantly.
He shrugs and looks at her. “Guess so,” he murmurs.
There were another few short words on our subjects and it turned out Gerard was in five of my nine classes. I smiled at the thought of him in P.E. in the changing rooms, taking his cloths off...
“Frank!” I was snapped back into reality from Ray.
“Uh, sorry. What?” I ask, completely forgetting that I was dead to him. And dead people don’t talk unless they’re looking for brains and since Ray has no brains in the first place, he’d be pretty useless for an undead dead person…
“I said are you coming over to mine to practice that guitar piece?” he frowns, obviously concerned for my mental well-being.
“Am, no. I’ve to go straight home. Mom’s making Italian tonight,” I reply. Mom hardly ever makes Italian. So when she does, you better not miss it. Ever.
“Ye guys play guitar?” I hear Mikey ask.
“Yup, but Rays rather shit though,” I answer. That’s a lie. Rays better than me. You just can’t tell him that. Ever.
“Frank, Ray’s better than you,” Bob points out.
“What would you know? All you do is bang on some cylinder things covered in animal skin,” I crinkle my nose up is disgust. “That’s horrible.”
“I know that I’ll shove my fist down your throat so you won’t be able to taste your mom’s damn Italian food! And they’re called drums, asshole.”
“Bring it, Bryar!”
“You challenging me, Squirt?”
“What the fuck did you just call me?” I sit up preparing to lunge at this motherfucker. No one ever makes a short joke about me. Ever. Hissing I dive. Until I’m pulled back by something. Turning, I glare at the ‘thing.’ It’s Christa.
“Seriously guys, ye are acting like little kids. Bob, what Frank said was true about the animal skin, but the rest is bullshit. Frank, Ray is a shitload better at guitar than you. Deal with it.”
“You think I’m good at guitar?” Ray asks eyes all funny. Christa just nods and blushes. I groan. Bob flips me off. I stick my tongue out.
“So,” Jess drawls lighting another cigarette, “what’s your guy’s stories?” she puffs, looking at the brothers.
“Our stories?” Mikey asks, glancing at Gerard from the corner of his eye. Gerard was looking at Jess’ smoke, scowling.
“Yeah, you know how you ended up in this shithole. Why you’re here, who you’ve killed, et-cetera, et-cetera…” Gerard shifts his gaze away from the fag to his brother.
Gerard sighs. “Mikey didn’t do anything,” he states.
“Did you?” Jess asks.
He was about to answer when his phone went off. Frowning he took it out, glancing down at the screen. After a moment of held breath, to see if he would answer he stands.
“I’ve to go. See you guys around,” he wipes grass of his pants, “See ya at home, Mikes.” He ruffles his brother’s hair and begins to walk away, but he turns and runs back to us.
“Oh, and just to let you know, you might wanna look into the ‘Who you killed’ thing again, Jess,” he smirks and then runs out the front gate. We all turn to Mikey expecting some sort of explanation.
“He is such a fuckface weirdo sometimes. Ignore him,” Mikey says causing us all to burst out laughing.
The rest of the day was fairly boring and I was now lying on my bed listening to music. Gerard never returned to school and I began to wonder what he was doing. I was going to question Mikey about it, but whenever I tried to bring it up he gave me a look that said ‘Shut the hell up.’ so I let it drop.
Mikey was a cool guy. He played bass and was into the same type of music as Ray. He was incredibly smart, though. Not nerd smart, a different type… A dangerous type.
Rolling over onto my side, my mind mulls over the Way brother’s and wondered why they really were here… One thing I knew for sure; Gerard Way was really something different.
So, whatcha think? I know it's really shite, sorry. Let me know how you think it should go and how I can improve and shtuff..
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S.L.
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Anywho, this is the chapter. I hope it's okay, ya'know?
Frank’s P.O.V.
I was sitting on my desk in Science waiting for Ms. Glavin (an evil, crow-faced cow) to arrive. She was already ten minutes late for class and chances are she’d be another. I wasn’t really complaining though, the class was getting louder and I was most likely the loudest.
“Awh, c’mon Bob! Lemmie just do it once?”
“No Frank, piss off.”
That, my friend, was Bob Bryar. He was a massive blue-eyed, blonde haired friend of mine. He moved here about two years ago and I met him in a tattoo parlour as we were both getting our lips pierced. We pretty much became friends after that. Most people were terrified of the guy, but once you get to know him you realise he’d do anything for his friends. (Like parade around in your mom’s best dress singing Queen to cheer you up. True story.)
“Bobert…” I whine.
“I said piss-the-fuck-off Frank! You’re coming nowhere near me with those Sharpies!”
“But I’ll make you look all pretty! Look, I just wanna draw one butterfly on your neck…”
“No. Go away.”
“Bo-ob…”
“Frank, leave Bob the fuck alone! Jesus Christ. We haven’t even started first class and I can already feel a headache coming on because of you.”
That was Jess. She was undoubtedly the only person out of our group that I could trust 100 percent. She was the cookie to my cream, the bee to my honey, the Spongebob to my Patrick. She was the one I went to, covered in a mixture of my own blood, piss and vomit after an experimental night with drugs, downed with Vodka, knowing she wouldn’t judge and make sure I don’t die on my own vomit. She was the person I poured all my heart out to. She was the only person I’ve told that I could be possibly gay to. (What? You thought me and her dated? Haha. No.)
Frowning, I sat back down in my seat.
“Sorry Bob,” I mutter.
Jess smirked and Bob just gave me the finger. It took all my willpower not to try and bite it.
“You need to teach us how you do that,” Ray, an afrofied, guitar genius friend of mine said.
“Hard discipline,” Jess replies smoothly.
“Or abuse,” I mutter.
To prove my point, she was just about to fling her science book at me when Ms. Glavin walked in.
“Quiet!” she shouts. The class immediately shuts up. Ms. Glavin was a teacher you did not want to mess with. Three weeks of scrubbing gum off the bottom of desks proves so.
“Sorry for being late, I was sorting a problem in the office,”
“The hard-on in Mr. Reids pants, no doubt,” Jess whispers and I bite back a laugh.
“Before we start, I’d like to introduce a new student,” she gestures towards the kid standing awkwardly beside her. “Ah, Gerard Way,” she finished. Once she directed him towards his seat (which was directly in front of me,) I managed to get a better look at him.
He was, to put it simply, gorgeous. Like, seriously. He had black, ink-coloured hair that fell around his face, like he was trying to shield himself. He had hazel covered eyes and a small, button nose. He was biting his lip like crazy.
Oblivious to my open-mouth staring, he took out a notepad and began to draw. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration and every few minutes he would flick his hair out of his face.
“Jess,” I whisper poking her cheek.
“Mmm,”
“I’m defiantly bi,”
She looked up at me and raised a perfect eye-brow. I pointed towards Mr. Gorgeous, smiling. She smirked at me.
“About fucking time,” she mutters and goes back to writing. Huh, I was expecting a better reaction. A celebration, a pat on the back, a congrats even.
Frowning I look at the board and try to pay attention but the mindless chemical symbols and formulas blur and shift out of focus. After fifteen minutes of forcing myself to focus, I give up. I decide that if I can’t focus, well then the new kid isn’t allowed to either. It’s not fair.
“Hey,” I whisper tapping him on the shoulder.
“Yeah?” he turns and looks at me.
“I’m Frank, Frank Iero,” I beam, giving him my best smile and thrust my hand in his direction for a shake.
“Gerard,” he mutters and shakes my hand. Almost immediately, he lets go and turns back around. I inwardly sigh. He really could be more cooperative. I decided to try again.
I tap his shoulder and hold my breath. He turns around. Fuckyeah!
“Yes?” He snaps. Oh, Gerard now looks irked… Whoopies.
“Uh I just wanted to welcome you to the school and stuff?” I offer.
Sweet mother of baby Jesus, Frank. Could you sound anymore lamer?
Yes, yes I could.
I doubt it man, highly doubt it.
Shut it, brain.
Make me?
Oh I’ll make you.
Come at me, bro!
I felt like squeezing my head into a little blob and throwing it into the trash since it was so useless.
Bringing my focus back to the operation at hand, I put my focus solely back to Gerard… Well, the back of his head at least. When the fuck did he turn back around?!
Frowning I turn to Jess who is silently shaking with laughter. It seemed I was going to have to be a fuckload more seductive with Mister Gerard. Challenge Accepted.
“Smooth,” I hear Jess whisper and I punch her in the arm. Hard.
“Mr. Iero! Violence is not accepted in my classroom. Get yourself to the principal’s office. Now!” Ms. Glavin shouts. Knowing there is no point in arguing with her, I stand up.
In a state of pure shock and heartbreak, due to Gerard’s ice-cold heart, I walk out of the classroom, glaring at Jess.
I was now sitting outside the principal’s office waiting for Mr. Reid to call me in and give me the same lecture he gives me every other day. I began to whistle a killer guitar riff that me and Ray had started when he called my name.
Walking in I strolled over to the worn out brown fabric chair that I was now costumed to. I plopped myself down and began to whistle the ‘dum du-du-dum’ guitar piece, stopping when I saw the death glare Mr. Reid was doing in my direction.
“Hello Sir, how’re ya?” I ask, smirking.
“Cut the crap, Frank. It’s the first day of the week and you are already in my office. I have better things to be doing first thing Monday morning than to be dealing with you. No offence or anything.” He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Seriously now Frank, is this how you wish to spend the rest of your school year? Because if it is, then you wont have it. I’ll have to expel you before you get to the end.” He states. I could see the massive vein on his neck beginning to introduce itself and I was more than happy to welcome it.
“It’s worth the risk to see your pretty face,” I wink.
“Frank,” he warns.
“”Awh, c’mon now Sir. It was just a misunderstandin’. See Ms. Glavin, bless her cold, dead heart thought I was hittin’ Jessicca, but if she had let me explain, I could’ve explained that I was just caressing it… Trying to sooth Jess, if you would.” I gave him my ‘100% serious’ look.
“Iero,” he mutters rubbing his hand over his face.
“Yes?” I ask looking up from under my eyelashes.
“This is your last warning, you hearing me? I’m quite tired to find you outside my office all the time. It’s starting to become a second home to you at this stage. Please go and leave me in peace.” He says, defeated.
“Alrighty then. See you later, Sir.” I smile and head for the door.
“I mean it Frank, no trouble.”
“What? Me, trouble? I’m offended, Sir!” I say in mock horror, walking into the busy halls.
Walking over to Jess and co. at our usual spot for lunch my mind began to wonder back to Gerard and how I was going to seduce him.
“S’appening, freaks,” I great the group.
“Eating,” came Bobs muffled reply, “what’s the verdict, man?”
“Oh, you know. Just the usual slap on the wrist.” I smirk and Ray looks at me with disbelief.
“I’ll never understand how you get away with this kinda shit,” he mutters.
“Because I’m Frank, duh?” I point out ruffling his afro, which causes him to spaz out and spill his soda.
“You prick!”
“Language Toro!” I say in mock disbelief, “What will the neighbours think?”
“Fuck off, Frank. You’re dead to me,” he says and lifts his empty Dr. Pepper bottle and flings it at me.
Laughing, I dodge the missile and turn to Jess who was lighting a cigarette.
“So, did I miss anything interesting while I was gone?” I ask, lying on her lap looking up at her.
“Not really dude,” she mutters and takes a pull, “the new kid you’re spazzing on is in our maths too,” she adds. I shifted my position to get a better look at her.
“What? Did you talk to him? Did he talk to you? Did he ask who I was? Does he think I’m weird? Did he smell as nice as he did this morning? Oh mother of god, did he tell you his sexual preferences?” I gush. Gerard smells so nice… So edible… Mmm, I wouldn’t mind eating him…
I was snapped back into reality by Jess talking to me.
“Nah, he was sitting at the very back corner by himself,” she shrugs, snuffing out her cigarette.
“I’m pretty sure he has a younger brother that’s in Christa’s class. I’ve seen him in the halls with Lindsey and them,” Bob adds in.
“Cool,” I mutter. My brain was beginning to form an idea. “We should invite ‘um to hang with us. Must be hard, being the new kids, and all…” I hear myself say. I look at Jess who is frowning straight ahead.
“Looks like they already have,” she says, pointing towards a group of students. Huh, maybe my plan to seduce him can begin now…
A group of about five people were walking toward us. Lindsey, a chick I solely knew due to her and Jess being chick best friends, was head of the group. She was wearing a short, black plaid skirt, a fitted red shirt (with the top three buttons undone, I might add,) a pair of red Doc Martins, knee high socks and black, fingerless leather gloves. She had sleek black hair that contrasted with her bright, red lips. Next to her was my Gerard, who had his arms linked with Lindsey. I felt a surge of jealously rise through me.
Behind the ‘Lovely Couple’ was Christa (a chick who Ray has had a crush on since the beginning of time) and Alicia. They were both to each other what Jess was to me. To their left was Jamia (a chick I had on the side for when I was too lazy to go clubbing, but too excited to just use a sock,) and she was linked with a mousey haired, visually impaired kid.
Whoa, holy shit Frank! You made a rhymey! Congrats.
Shut it, Brain.
Hey, I’m just offering my support. I never knew you had it in ya to rhyme.
I said shut it.
As the group neared and my brain shuts up, a surge of jealousy rips through me again.
Whoa, calm down there, Frankie boy. You don’t even know the guy properly yet.
I am aware of my relationship status with him, thanks.
You don’t even know if he’s gay…
I’ll turn him if I must.
Really? Would you really do that for your own sexual release?
Yes.
My argument ended with myself when the group arrived at our little spot. Still lying in Jess’s lap I look up at them.
“Wazzup, babe?” I ask, looking at Jamia. She turns tomato red and sits down, becoming Mr. Mousey to do the same. My gaze shifted towards him. If this really was Gerard’s brother, they looked nothing alike.
Alicia sat next to Bob, stealing one of his crisps in the process getting a muffled “Hey!” response. Christa sat next to Ray, who was about to offer her a drink when he remembered he flung it at me and gave me the death glare. I flipped him off.
Lindsey sat down next to Jess and immediately began yapping on about some guy in her Art class. Gerard, who looked extremely awkward and out of place sat across from his brother. They both shared a weird look before turning away.
A few minutes if meaningless chitchat began.
“So,” Bob starts.
“Oh! Shit, sorry guys. This is Gerard and his younger brother Mikey. Mikey’s in our History and English.” Lindsey interrupts.
“Yeah, we know who Gerard is. He’s in our Science and Math. Aren’t ya, Gerard?” Jess says, looking at him expectantly.
He shrugs and looks at her. “Guess so,” he murmurs.
There were another few short words on our subjects and it turned out Gerard was in five of my nine classes. I smiled at the thought of him in P.E. in the changing rooms, taking his cloths off...
“Frank!” I was snapped back into reality from Ray.
“Uh, sorry. What?” I ask, completely forgetting that I was dead to him. And dead people don’t talk unless they’re looking for brains and since Ray has no brains in the first place, he’d be pretty useless for an undead dead person…
“I said are you coming over to mine to practice that guitar piece?” he frowns, obviously concerned for my mental well-being.
“Am, no. I’ve to go straight home. Mom’s making Italian tonight,” I reply. Mom hardly ever makes Italian. So when she does, you better not miss it. Ever.
“Ye guys play guitar?” I hear Mikey ask.
“Yup, but Rays rather shit though,” I answer. That’s a lie. Rays better than me. You just can’t tell him that. Ever.
“Frank, Ray’s better than you,” Bob points out.
“What would you know? All you do is bang on some cylinder things covered in animal skin,” I crinkle my nose up is disgust. “That’s horrible.”
“I know that I’ll shove my fist down your throat so you won’t be able to taste your mom’s damn Italian food! And they’re called drums, asshole.”
“Bring it, Bryar!”
“You challenging me, Squirt?”
“What the fuck did you just call me?” I sit up preparing to lunge at this motherfucker. No one ever makes a short joke about me. Ever. Hissing I dive. Until I’m pulled back by something. Turning, I glare at the ‘thing.’ It’s Christa.
“Seriously guys, ye are acting like little kids. Bob, what Frank said was true about the animal skin, but the rest is bullshit. Frank, Ray is a shitload better at guitar than you. Deal with it.”
“You think I’m good at guitar?” Ray asks eyes all funny. Christa just nods and blushes. I groan. Bob flips me off. I stick my tongue out.
“So,” Jess drawls lighting another cigarette, “what’s your guy’s stories?” she puffs, looking at the brothers.
“Our stories?” Mikey asks, glancing at Gerard from the corner of his eye. Gerard was looking at Jess’ smoke, scowling.
“Yeah, you know how you ended up in this shithole. Why you’re here, who you’ve killed, et-cetera, et-cetera…” Gerard shifts his gaze away from the fag to his brother.
Gerard sighs. “Mikey didn’t do anything,” he states.
“Did you?” Jess asks.
He was about to answer when his phone went off. Frowning he took it out, glancing down at the screen. After a moment of held breath, to see if he would answer he stands.
“I’ve to go. See you guys around,” he wipes grass of his pants, “See ya at home, Mikes.” He ruffles his brother’s hair and begins to walk away, but he turns and runs back to us.
“Oh, and just to let you know, you might wanna look into the ‘Who you killed’ thing again, Jess,” he smirks and then runs out the front gate. We all turn to Mikey expecting some sort of explanation.
“He is such a fuckface weirdo sometimes. Ignore him,” Mikey says causing us all to burst out laughing.
The rest of the day was fairly boring and I was now lying on my bed listening to music. Gerard never returned to school and I began to wonder what he was doing. I was going to question Mikey about it, but whenever I tried to bring it up he gave me a look that said ‘Shut the hell up.’ so I let it drop.
Mikey was a cool guy. He played bass and was into the same type of music as Ray. He was incredibly smart, though. Not nerd smart, a different type… A dangerous type.
Rolling over onto my side, my mind mulls over the Way brother’s and wondered why they really were here… One thing I knew for sure; Gerard Way was really something different.
So, whatcha think? I know it's really shite, sorry. Let me know how you think it should go and how I can improve and shtuff..
Byes,
S.L.
xO
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