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Part 2: Strangers and Sparks

by adrenalineguts 1 review

I couldn’t help but smile a little, because this girl…seemed to be just like me.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Romance - Characters: Bob Bryar,Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Warnings: [!] - Published: 2012-09-08 - Updated: 2012-09-23 - 1082 words

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Part 2: Strangers and Sparks

We had lunch in the food court, and the twins played with their little happy meal toys. I smiled at their childishness. We finished up so that we can go across the mall to a supply store where we could buy our things for school. I, on the other hand, wasn't really up for it.

I tapped my father on the shoulder and showed him my notebook which said,

Is it alright if I can just sit here for a while? I’m tired.

“Sure,” He said. “I’ll text you every ten or so minutes to check up on you, okay?”

I nodded, and he led my brother and sister to the store. I sat on a bench, and laid my head back. I was tired from all the shopping, and glad that I didn’t have to haul around all those bags since my dad put them all in the car. My dad texted me every so often and I’d text back saying that I was okay. But after forty-five minutes, I got bored.

I picked up my notebook and turned to a new page. I tapped my sharpie against the blank page, and then an idea sparked. I started drawing, and when I was finished I frowned. It was me; except I was I had a straight jacket on. Great. I sighed, and turned to another page and drew again. Only this time it was a girl with a blade to her throat as she sat in the corner. I shivered; could my drawings be anymore gruesome?

I gave up on drawing. I hated my drawings. They were all so…so sad, or had something to do with death. I’ve been this way since the day mom had passed. Nothing seemed to exist to me anymore; except for my father, Jack, and Cassie.

Tears threatened my eyes, and I hastily wiped them with my hand. It didn’t work though, because the more I thought of my mother, the more the tears seemed to pour. I got up from the bench with my notebook in hand, and blindly started walking. I didn’t bother to wipe the tears away, and I knew people were staring at me. Just thinking about mom and how she wasn’t here hurt so much.
I bumped into someone rather hard, causing me to step back and drop my notebook. I looked up to see a black-haired boy bearing his hazel eyes down on me.

“Hey, are you okay…?” He said, offering me a hand. From the distance I heard, “Gerard, get my smoothie!”

I gasped slightly, backing away. And for some reason I ran away. I couldn’t let anyone see me in this state, so I ran to a nearby restroom. I gripped the counter as I tried to let my breathing settle down. I took a paper towel and ran it under the faucet so I could clean off my drooping eyeliner and dry tears. I could feel the stares of others who were in the bathroom, but I didn’t bother to care. When I felt and looked better I left the bathroom.

I left to go find my father and the twins, but as I was going I spotted the black-haired boy again, only this time with a group of four others. Not only that but he was holding my notebook.

Damn, I thought. Now I have to get another one.

“Willow! There you are!” I turned to see my dad holding some shopping bags and my brother and sister at his side. “Come on, we’re leaving!”

I hurried to my father’s side and helped him with the supplies he bought for us.

“Did you have fun?” He asked. I nodded, and he smiled. “That’s good. Now who wants hot chocolate when we get home?”

“I do!” Cassie and Jack yelled out loud.

I smiled and shook my head. Good old dad, I thought.
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Gerard’s POV

“Hey guys, I’m just gonna go buy a smoothie, ‘kay?” I said to the guys.

“Whatever,” My friend, Frank, waved.

“Get me one, too!” Ray called out.

I checked to see how much money I had in my pocket as I walked over to the smoothie place. However, on my way I accidentally rammed into someone. I looked down to see a girl my age with black hair and piercing blue-grey eyes. There were tears running down her eyes, and I felt a twinge in my heart.

“Hey, are you okay…?” I asked as I offered a hand, but before I could help her she ran away.

I looked down, and noticed she dropped her notebook. I picked it up, and ran my fingers against the black cover, and looked up half-expecting her to come back to get it. But of course she wasn’t there. I sighed, and returned to the guys with the notebook in hand.

“I thought you were getting a smoothie,” My brother, Mikey, said.

“You said you were getting me one!” Ray pouted.

“Get your own damn smoothie,” I said, which he only glared to. “I bumped into this girl and kinda forgot to get it.”

“Oooh, a girl, huh?” Frank smirked.

“Was she pretty?” Bob asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, a girl, and she is pretty.” But then I remembered her sad face and eyes, causing my smile to falter. “But she looked upset; she was crying and we bumped into each other, and she dropped this.” I held the notebook up. “And I tried to give it to her, but she ran away!”

“You scare all the girls away,” Frank sighed. “No wonder you can’t get a girlfriend!”

“Thanks, dumbass,” I said, and backhanded him. He whimpered and rubbed the back of his head.

The guys started to walk around the mall, and I didn’t catch any sight of the girl. I looked at the notebook, and peering in at the inside cover which bore the name Willow Adams. It’s a pretty name. Willow. I flipped a few pages, and there were a few sentences and phrases. But when I got farther in the pages, instead of words there were drawings. And they were amazing, and all had so much emotion and skill. But they all had something in common: sadness, despair, and death.
I couldn’t help but smile a little, because this girl…seemed to be just like me.
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