*Eventual Frerard* When Gerard tells his summer friend Lyn-z that he is super cool and dating the coolest, best looking guy in the world, back home, he doesn't realize the ride he is in for. *edited!*
Okay, so yeah, I've lied before. I mean, who hasn't? But these were super tiny insignificant lies, like when I told my younger brother Mikey that his purple shirt looked great with the neon yellow pants, when really, I think it's the reason why that girl never called him back after the first date. Or when I told my mum that her casseroles are delicious, even though they remind me of chopped up kittens and puppy barf. Which, to be honest, is just a repulsive thought. Nonetheless, these lies couldn't hurt anyone. They were stupid white lies.
Unfortunately, they aren't joking when they say karma is a bitch. Last summer, my parents sent me to live with my grandma in Los Angeles while Mikey was at a sleep away camp, and I was a total liar there. My Grandmas neighbor had a daughter, Lyn-Z, about my age, and so we spent most of the summer together, but the only problem? She was super cool, like beyond belief, and I'm, well just so not. So I just opened my mouth, and told the biggest lie of the century.
I told her that I, Gerard Way, art freak and massive outcast, was dating the coolest, most rebellious, best looking punk kid in the school. Frank Iero. The kid that all the girls in school want, even the plastic Barbie's. The kid that all the guys wish they were friends with, even the chavs.
Even so, this shouldn't have been a problem, right?
WRONG! Karma always come around to bite you in the ass, in the most cleverest of ways too. Here I sit, in my form class, at the start of what I thought would be a good day, as my entire world comes crashing down. Because standing at the front of the room, was Mr. Simmons, introducing, in his monotone, 'I'd-rather-be-anywhere-else' voice, the new girl. A girl dressed in classic punk red tartan, practically oozing cool. Lyn-z Ballato.
I sunk in my seat, hoping to god she wouldn't notice me, but of course, that would be asking way to much. Before Mr. Simmons could finish introducing her, she spotted me hunched over in my seat.
" Omigod! Gee-Gee!!!" She screeched, cutting off the teacher.
"Ummm.. You know Gerard?" the teacher asked, clearly confused. Not that I blame him. I pretty much live in the shadows here, and no one ever called me anything but Gerard.
"Do I?!?!? We only spent like the whole summer together!" Lyn-z bubbled cheerfully.
"Very well, you can take a seat next to him." he said awkwardly, gesturing to the empty chair next to me.
I sank further in my seat, avoiding looking at Lyn-z as she approached, hoping shed maybe think that she'd got it all wrong, that I wasn't the Gerard she was talking about. That actually happened to me once, I was at the movies with my little brother, and sadly he is also my bestfriend, and I saw this guy who looked like this guy Bob, who I met through another guy, so I was like " Hey Bob!" And he was just, I'm not Bob. So I apologized and we both moved on. No big deal.
"Oh my god! Gerard, can you believe it? I'm actually here! I was going to tell you last night on the phone, but I wanted it to be a surprise!" she gushed as she sat in the chair next to me. I kept quiet, only squinting at her as if I was trying to recall who she was.
"Umm... Hi...?" I trailed off continuing to look at her like I didn't know her. I figure, that if I can keep this up, she'll just be like, well aren't you Gerard? And so I'll say, yeah, but I've never met you. And she be all, oh sorry, wrong Gerard. And that will be that. Though, she does know my last name, but I suppose that I can keep that a secret, at least for a little while. Long enough to die my hair, grow a beard, change my name to Juan, and flee to Puerto Rico.
"Oh wow. I have had the worst morning here. I couldn't find you so I asked like everyone if they had seen you, but they all pretended they didn't know you. I was totally afraid I would have to sit alone at lunch." she rambled.
"Hmm.... " I say, keeping my eyes on the board, hoping she'll get the point and just shut up.
"Geee!" she whined, "What's wrong? You're acting weird." she whines, taking in my outfit, regular jeans and a plain white t-shirt with a gray zip hoodie. Back in the summer, I would wear skinny jeans and my band shirts all the time, and my eyes were always outlined in black liner. "Seriously, are you okay?
No. I'm not oh-fucking-kay, I scream on the inside. On the outside, I remain silent, only blinking at her, like she's insane.
"Oh my god! " she says, her face lighting up. "Youre wearing the bracelet!" I glanced down shocked to see that I was indeed wearing the friendship bracelets we had made, on the day I had left. The black and red strings weaved together in intricate patterns meant two things. One, my cover is blown. Two, my life is over.
Okay, so over? That might be pushing it. I mean, I could always tell Lyn the truth.
Yeah, and then go hide in a dark corner, and wallow away in shame and embarrassment.
Oi. Shuddup. Who are you anyway?
I am you, dipshit.
Well than, in a sense you called yourself a dipshit, fucktard.
Do you see what you've done?
Oi! I cry in exasperation. It seems even my mental voices have something against me.
You said voices, as in more than one... I am the only one...
"What am I going to do??" I groan out loud, to know one in particular.
Stall Lyn-z, then make a run for the border?
Suddenly disappear from the face of the planet?
Make a guy who is completely out of your league, whom you have never spoken too in your life, and who probably doesn't know of your existence fall in love with you?
Bingo! The voices on my head may actually be smart!
Ya know, the other plans may have been a shitload less difficult..
Oi! Will you shut up already! I groan and slam my face onto the table in my empty form room, as everyone else is out in the cortyard spending their break with friends. I stay in this position till i hear my brother, Mikey, and his friend Ray approach me.
"Sup Gee Freak?" my little brother sings as he slide into a chair across from me. I glare up at him before slamming my face down on the table again.
"Ugh. Go away Mickey Mouse. I'm having an early midlife crisis." I groan into the fake wood of the table.
"I resent you, ya know." Mikey stated venomously. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, as my younger brother's glare bore holes into the top of my head.
"Well, are you gonna tell us what happened?" he snapped eventually.
I dragged myself up into a sitting position, already regretting this whole mess. I launched into this detailed story about why I am going to die of embarrassment. "The way I see it, I have very few options. Tell Lyn, disappear from the planet, run the border, of make this guy fall madly in love with me." I concluded.
Just as I suspected, the two idiots broke out in a loud laughter, disrupting the peaceful classroom, that was empty, except for us. I groaned again, smacking my face onto the table for the third time.
"Mikey, this is serious! I need you're help!" my voice slightly muffled by the large table I spoke into.
"Alright! Alright. So are you gonna tell Lyn-z?" Mikey says, choking back his laughter.
"I don't know! Should I? Won't she be mad? Wouldn't it be easier if I just made Frank like me?" I whined.
" Make a guy who is completely out of your league, whom you have never spoken too in your life, and who probably doesn't know of your existence fall in love with you? Yeah that sound sooo easy. What a smart idea, Gerard."
"You're starting to sound like Jeff." I point out.
Hmmmm....Jeff? I could dig it.
"Who is Jeff? Did you suddenly find someone that wants to be your friend?" Mikey asked, steering at me shocked.
"Har har. " I drag myself up of the table to glare at Mikey. "No, for you're information, Jeff is the voice in my head!" Now that I think about it, it may have been better to pretend I had an actual friend.
Mikey's face remains neutral at the information, but ray looks at me and shakes his head sadly.
"Now we know for sure that you need a mental hospital.." he says, his tone mocking.
"Oi! Shut up!" I yell! " Guys! How am I going to get him to like me!?"
"Become magically attractive." Mikey deadpans.
" Become less of a deranged vampire." Ray inputs, shaking with laughter.
Become anything but yourself? I mean seriously. An umbrella is more interesting, and more fun to talk to than you are.
You know what, Jeff. I don't think I like you.
Only trying to help. No need to get snippy!
I sigh while cursing my very existence to the pits of fiery hell. I am going to die, alone, unloved, and hated by all.
"Why don't you just tell Lyn-z you two broke up?" Mikey asks suddenly.
"Because , we were talking on the phone last night and I told her we were still dating." I smack my head back on two the desk, for the fourth time. Something about asking Mikey for help with this really makes me want to bang my head on this desk repeatedly until my brains ooze out my eyeballs, which seems a far better fate then this mess.
"Mikey, I need you to help me get Frank to like me. " I say feebly, already regretting it when I see a smirk stretch across his features.
"No problem.." he responds in a time that would scare the devil himself. " All you need to do is find a way to distract you're friend. Leave the rest to me."
*A/N: so hai guys! New fic? Thanks Jake, Caitlin, and CyanideSuicide, my lovely beta's for your help and support! Much love =D