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In The Middle Of A Gun Fight
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A.N: Hey guys! This is my 3rd fan fic so far. they are actually running my life at the moment, because i literally have nothing else to do. anyway, please R&R :) -Leanne x
Being an outcast isn’t the best way to live life. But sometimes outcasts get together, become friends and don’t feel so much like outcasts anymore. I guess that’s why we got on so well. And when I say ‘We’, I don’t mean the group getting along together, just me getting along with them, individually.
That was something I didn’t quite understand. They grew up in the same country, same state and similar ‘bored-nothing-to-do-lets-just-draw’ attitude to life. But they literally hated each other. Apart from the brothers, but even they had their sibling problems.
I don’t think moving to England and trying to settle into the crowd and education system helped. It’s not that complicated. But I guess that I don’t entirely understand the USA, so who am I to judge?
*
It was my first day of College. Because my mother was such a heartless bitch, we moved house before I started. So I was at a College, where I knew nobody.
My mother equals most selfish twat, ever. No contest. You all lose.
So when it came to actually going to this hell-hole, I was left no choice but to stalk someone who seemed nice. Thankfully, they’d been talking to me, before I decided to stalk them. I didn’t even decide that. If anything, the College made me do it.
“Hi, my name’s Frank. I come from New Jersey,” said the boy, which I was placed next to. Oh god. His eyes. His face. His voice. Fuck me.
“Kiara,” I replied, in my slight Irish accent. Yeah, ok so it was kinda cute. But you really wouldn’t expect me to be Irish. Dark hair, green eyes. Ok, so the eyes might have given it away.
“You’re not from around here either, are you?” Well no, dear Frank. It would appear not. This guy was obviously Mr Point-Out-The-Obvious. This was England and I had an Irish accent. Well done, Frank.
“No, neither are you. New Jersey, that’s USA, isn’t it?” Hours of studying had finally paid off. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t all hating on this guy. I mean, he was cute. But hell was he stupid.
“Yeah,” he said. “So, uhh… What have you got first?” Was he actually trying to make conversation with me?
“Music, in room 127, you?”
“Same! We could get lost together,” He giggled. Was that some kind of romantic joke? Ha! I laughed at his giggle. It was adorable.
After the long drone that was the Bulletin and Elaine Smith’s long, long, long speech about absolute rubbish that I was too busy staring at Frank to actually pay any attention to, we left our tutor rooms and were let loose into the school.
Using the map in the back of the diaries we were given, we finally navigated our way through the college into the music tech room. We opened the door, to a jolly, fat man pointing at a whiteboard, speaking to the whole class. We were late.
“Ah! You two must be Frank Iero and Kiara Conway,” Kiara Iero, you idiot. Wait? Did I honestly, honestly just think that to myself? “Please go and sit at the back corner, you’re late and those are the only two seats available. You’ll be sitting there for the whole term.”
This teacher was strict. Great. Most restriction in my life. Anyway, I was just glad I was with Frank. For an idiot, he seemed pretty nice and fun to be around. I studied my class and the room carefully.
Blue walls, white tables and black chairs? I had to admit, this place had some style. But that didn’t excuse the dirt that was all over this room. And my class? All of the girls covered in make-up. I was wearing some purple eye-liner and some sparkly black eye-liner and Frank was wearing a bit of guy-liner (HOT), which was ok. These girls were more caked in foundation than Alex Gaskarth was hot. Yes, that much. The guys, well, some of them were good-looking. But Frank burnt them.
For the first time in my whole life, I didn’t do any work. My mother had forced me to study constantly, so I wouldn’t be like my dad. I never knew him. Apparently he ran off with some slapper. If I’m honest, I’d choose a slapper over my mother, any day.
I was busy watching Frank draw. He wasn’t brilliant, but neither was I. He was drawing a cartoon style mini horror movie of some kind. I was peering over his shoulder, when he smiled. That’s when I got back to ‘working’.
“I know you were watching me,”
“Yeah, sorry,” I apologised. He shook his head, still smiling. It was adorable, I couldn’t help but stare at him. “You’re really good,” I told him.
“This? This is nothing. It’s just a zombie running after a mummy, because the mummy has a jar with a brain in it. Nothing special. My friend, well, ex-friend, Mikey, his older brother is amazing. They both go to this college, actually.”
“What do you mean ex-friend?”
“Shit went down, y’know. It was nothing, we just don’t speak anymore,” I didn’t want to bug him for the answer, I was curious, but I daren’t annoy him about it.
I noticed something at that moment. Every time Frank stopped drawing, he was staring at a boy the row in front of us. I was going to ask Frank why he kept staring, but what if it was Mikey or Mikey’s brother? Hell. I was going to find out anyway.
“Why do you keep staring at the guy?”
“Wh—I’m not staring at… Oh…” He trailed off when he realised he’d been caught. “That would be Mikey,” He mouthed at me, trying not to make the situation worse.
“Ah,” I said.
*
After that, class went really slowly. I was hoping to catch Mikey, at the end. So I asked Frank what he had.
“Photography, room 87P, where ever that is,” He replied. Great, I wasn’t with him.
“Damn, I have Psychology. I really don’t want to walk on my own, and it’s no where near 87P…” I sighed. Then the unexpected happened.
“I have Psychology, what room are you in?” asked Mikey, in a quiet voice. Shit. He was just as perfect as Frank. What was with these guys? Were they all Twilight vampires? I noticed Frank just walked away at that point. No goodbye, he just walked away.
“5T, honestly? What is with these room numbers?” I giggled. Mikey smiled and went back to a poker face.
“I’m in that room too, I’ll walk with you,” He said as he packed up his bass. “I see you’ve met Frank,”
“Yeah, he’s a great guy. Do you two know each other or something?”
“You could say that,” he replied, coldly. “He’s messed my family about, so we don’t talk.”
I would never have expected that from Frank. He seemed so nice, so cool and so perfect. But to mess someone’s family around, what secrets was he hiding? I know we’d only just met, but I felt something click, and it seemed like I’d known him all my life.
“Oh, what did he do?”
“I’d rather not talk about it. It’s quite private, but if you really want to know you could ask Gerard. He’s the person Frank messed about the most.”
We walked through the college to our classroom. This time I wasn’t late, thankfully. Everyone was standing outside the classroom, probably waiting for the lecturer to let us in. Mikey stood against the wall, still wearing his poke face.
“So, what’s your name?” He asked, politely.
“Kiara Conway, yours?” I said, pretending that me and Frank had never had the conversation about him, earlier. He pushed his blonde hair back over his head, clipped it down and bit his lip.
“Mikey Way,”
“HA!” I snorted, he looked at me. Still a poker face, just more anger. “Sounds like milky way,” I finished, sheepishly. He smirked at my joke.
After that, there was an awkward silence. Until a small Japanese woman, wearing a grey suit was almost running down the corridor yelling “excuse me”, “sorry” and trying to dodge everything coming at her, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a briefcase in the other.
“Hello, students, I am Chiaki; I am your lecturer for psychology. Dear, if you could just hold my things, while I unlock the door,” She said, passing me everything she had with her, until she found her keys. “Come in, come in. Sit anywhere, but I do believe Mikey Way has to sit at the front because of his eyes, so leave two seats for him and a friend in the front row!”
Everyone rushed into the room, probably just to sit down.
“Would you mind sitting next to me? I just don’t like talking to people I don’t know, I mean, I know I spoke to you, but that’s so I wasn’t alone,” Mikey whispered to me. I nodded.
“Yeah, sure, I have the same problem,” I said, with a smile.
*
Psychology was fun. Mikey was really quiet, but we still had a little bit of a conversation. Mostly about music, he’s given me a list of bands to listen to, Misfits, Thursday and more. I’ve come to the conclusion on why Mikey was so quiet, because he’s actually reading everyone’s minds! I’ll have to remember that when he’s around, just in case.
When psychology was over, I walked out the class and said goodbye to Mikey. I turned left and bumped into Frank.
“Hey,” He said. It was almost like he was stalking me.
“Oh, hey Frank,” I laughed. “Wanna get a snack together?” He nodded his head.
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking we could do anyway,” he giggled.
We went to the lunch hall and lined up for the most of break. I decided to make the most of this time and get to know Frank.
“So, do you have any pets?”
“Yeah, I’ve got 2 dogs. They’re so cute! But Milly is really old now and the vets fear she’s at the end of her days,” He said, putting his head down. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Meh, she’s lived a good life, I guess that’s what counts, eh?”
“Yeah,” I replied, half smiling.
“What about you?”
“Oh, I have a cat, a dog, a hamster and 2 goldfish,” I said, proudly. Frank looked at me, wide eyed. “Dog’s always after the cat, the cat’s after the hamster and goldfishes. It’s so much fun. Not.” Frank started laughing at me.
“Maybe, I could come round one day and help you make them be friends,” he said. I shook my head, smiling and his plan. “What? It could work. I’ll just steal your dog and leave you with the cat and co.” He grinned at me.
We were facing everyone in the hall, no one was looking at us, but we were people watching. Suddenly, a guy with bright red hair walked past. Frank stopped laughing and his expression made a change to the dark side.
“Wassup?” I asked. No reply. “Frank!” He was just glaring at this guy with red hair. I had to admit, he was pretty hot. But the way Frank was looking at him wasn’t checking him out. It was a death glare. “Is that—“
“Gerard.” He interrupted. Now I knew who Gerard was, I could ask him what went on. But I couldn’t just go up to him; I had to become friends with him. I wasn’t just going to do this to be nosey, I actually wanted to be friends with Mikey and maybe in doing that I’d be friends with Gerard.
*
The next lesson I had was art. Thankfully, I was with Frank. Unfortunately, they put first years and second years in the same class, so we were also with Gerard. To make things worse, there were only two seats left, next to Gerard. The joys of being put between two people that hate each other.
Oh what wonders were going to be in store for me this year…
Being an outcast isn’t the best way to live life. But sometimes outcasts get together, become friends and don’t feel so much like outcasts anymore. I guess that’s why we got on so well. And when I say ‘We’, I don’t mean the group getting along together, just me getting along with them, individually.
That was something I didn’t quite understand. They grew up in the same country, same state and similar ‘bored-nothing-to-do-lets-just-draw’ attitude to life. But they literally hated each other. Apart from the brothers, but even they had their sibling problems.
I don’t think moving to England and trying to settle into the crowd and education system helped. It’s not that complicated. But I guess that I don’t entirely understand the USA, so who am I to judge?
*
It was my first day of College. Because my mother was such a heartless bitch, we moved house before I started. So I was at a College, where I knew nobody.
My mother equals most selfish twat, ever. No contest. You all lose.
So when it came to actually going to this hell-hole, I was left no choice but to stalk someone who seemed nice. Thankfully, they’d been talking to me, before I decided to stalk them. I didn’t even decide that. If anything, the College made me do it.
“Hi, my name’s Frank. I come from New Jersey,” said the boy, which I was placed next to. Oh god. His eyes. His face. His voice. Fuck me.
“Kiara,” I replied, in my slight Irish accent. Yeah, ok so it was kinda cute. But you really wouldn’t expect me to be Irish. Dark hair, green eyes. Ok, so the eyes might have given it away.
“You’re not from around here either, are you?” Well no, dear Frank. It would appear not. This guy was obviously Mr Point-Out-The-Obvious. This was England and I had an Irish accent. Well done, Frank.
“No, neither are you. New Jersey, that’s USA, isn’t it?” Hours of studying had finally paid off. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t all hating on this guy. I mean, he was cute. But hell was he stupid.
“Yeah,” he said. “So, uhh… What have you got first?” Was he actually trying to make conversation with me?
“Music, in room 127, you?”
“Same! We could get lost together,” He giggled. Was that some kind of romantic joke? Ha! I laughed at his giggle. It was adorable.
After the long drone that was the Bulletin and Elaine Smith’s long, long, long speech about absolute rubbish that I was too busy staring at Frank to actually pay any attention to, we left our tutor rooms and were let loose into the school.
Using the map in the back of the diaries we were given, we finally navigated our way through the college into the music tech room. We opened the door, to a jolly, fat man pointing at a whiteboard, speaking to the whole class. We were late.
“Ah! You two must be Frank Iero and Kiara Conway,” Kiara Iero, you idiot. Wait? Did I honestly, honestly just think that to myself? “Please go and sit at the back corner, you’re late and those are the only two seats available. You’ll be sitting there for the whole term.”
This teacher was strict. Great. Most restriction in my life. Anyway, I was just glad I was with Frank. For an idiot, he seemed pretty nice and fun to be around. I studied my class and the room carefully.
Blue walls, white tables and black chairs? I had to admit, this place had some style. But that didn’t excuse the dirt that was all over this room. And my class? All of the girls covered in make-up. I was wearing some purple eye-liner and some sparkly black eye-liner and Frank was wearing a bit of guy-liner (HOT), which was ok. These girls were more caked in foundation than Alex Gaskarth was hot. Yes, that much. The guys, well, some of them were good-looking. But Frank burnt them.
For the first time in my whole life, I didn’t do any work. My mother had forced me to study constantly, so I wouldn’t be like my dad. I never knew him. Apparently he ran off with some slapper. If I’m honest, I’d choose a slapper over my mother, any day.
I was busy watching Frank draw. He wasn’t brilliant, but neither was I. He was drawing a cartoon style mini horror movie of some kind. I was peering over his shoulder, when he smiled. That’s when I got back to ‘working’.
“I know you were watching me,”
“Yeah, sorry,” I apologised. He shook his head, still smiling. It was adorable, I couldn’t help but stare at him. “You’re really good,” I told him.
“This? This is nothing. It’s just a zombie running after a mummy, because the mummy has a jar with a brain in it. Nothing special. My friend, well, ex-friend, Mikey, his older brother is amazing. They both go to this college, actually.”
“What do you mean ex-friend?”
“Shit went down, y’know. It was nothing, we just don’t speak anymore,” I didn’t want to bug him for the answer, I was curious, but I daren’t annoy him about it.
I noticed something at that moment. Every time Frank stopped drawing, he was staring at a boy the row in front of us. I was going to ask Frank why he kept staring, but what if it was Mikey or Mikey’s brother? Hell. I was going to find out anyway.
“Why do you keep staring at the guy?”
“Wh—I’m not staring at… Oh…” He trailed off when he realised he’d been caught. “That would be Mikey,” He mouthed at me, trying not to make the situation worse.
“Ah,” I said.
*
After that, class went really slowly. I was hoping to catch Mikey, at the end. So I asked Frank what he had.
“Photography, room 87P, where ever that is,” He replied. Great, I wasn’t with him.
“Damn, I have Psychology. I really don’t want to walk on my own, and it’s no where near 87P…” I sighed. Then the unexpected happened.
“I have Psychology, what room are you in?” asked Mikey, in a quiet voice. Shit. He was just as perfect as Frank. What was with these guys? Were they all Twilight vampires? I noticed Frank just walked away at that point. No goodbye, he just walked away.
“5T, honestly? What is with these room numbers?” I giggled. Mikey smiled and went back to a poker face.
“I’m in that room too, I’ll walk with you,” He said as he packed up his bass. “I see you’ve met Frank,”
“Yeah, he’s a great guy. Do you two know each other or something?”
“You could say that,” he replied, coldly. “He’s messed my family about, so we don’t talk.”
I would never have expected that from Frank. He seemed so nice, so cool and so perfect. But to mess someone’s family around, what secrets was he hiding? I know we’d only just met, but I felt something click, and it seemed like I’d known him all my life.
“Oh, what did he do?”
“I’d rather not talk about it. It’s quite private, but if you really want to know you could ask Gerard. He’s the person Frank messed about the most.”
We walked through the college to our classroom. This time I wasn’t late, thankfully. Everyone was standing outside the classroom, probably waiting for the lecturer to let us in. Mikey stood against the wall, still wearing his poke face.
“So, what’s your name?” He asked, politely.
“Kiara Conway, yours?” I said, pretending that me and Frank had never had the conversation about him, earlier. He pushed his blonde hair back over his head, clipped it down and bit his lip.
“Mikey Way,”
“HA!” I snorted, he looked at me. Still a poker face, just more anger. “Sounds like milky way,” I finished, sheepishly. He smirked at my joke.
After that, there was an awkward silence. Until a small Japanese woman, wearing a grey suit was almost running down the corridor yelling “excuse me”, “sorry” and trying to dodge everything coming at her, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a briefcase in the other.
“Hello, students, I am Chiaki; I am your lecturer for psychology. Dear, if you could just hold my things, while I unlock the door,” She said, passing me everything she had with her, until she found her keys. “Come in, come in. Sit anywhere, but I do believe Mikey Way has to sit at the front because of his eyes, so leave two seats for him and a friend in the front row!”
Everyone rushed into the room, probably just to sit down.
“Would you mind sitting next to me? I just don’t like talking to people I don’t know, I mean, I know I spoke to you, but that’s so I wasn’t alone,” Mikey whispered to me. I nodded.
“Yeah, sure, I have the same problem,” I said, with a smile.
*
Psychology was fun. Mikey was really quiet, but we still had a little bit of a conversation. Mostly about music, he’s given me a list of bands to listen to, Misfits, Thursday and more. I’ve come to the conclusion on why Mikey was so quiet, because he’s actually reading everyone’s minds! I’ll have to remember that when he’s around, just in case.
When psychology was over, I walked out the class and said goodbye to Mikey. I turned left and bumped into Frank.
“Hey,” He said. It was almost like he was stalking me.
“Oh, hey Frank,” I laughed. “Wanna get a snack together?” He nodded his head.
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking we could do anyway,” he giggled.
We went to the lunch hall and lined up for the most of break. I decided to make the most of this time and get to know Frank.
“So, do you have any pets?”
“Yeah, I’ve got 2 dogs. They’re so cute! But Milly is really old now and the vets fear she’s at the end of her days,” He said, putting his head down. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Meh, she’s lived a good life, I guess that’s what counts, eh?”
“Yeah,” I replied, half smiling.
“What about you?”
“Oh, I have a cat, a dog, a hamster and 2 goldfish,” I said, proudly. Frank looked at me, wide eyed. “Dog’s always after the cat, the cat’s after the hamster and goldfishes. It’s so much fun. Not.” Frank started laughing at me.
“Maybe, I could come round one day and help you make them be friends,” he said. I shook my head, smiling and his plan. “What? It could work. I’ll just steal your dog and leave you with the cat and co.” He grinned at me.
We were facing everyone in the hall, no one was looking at us, but we were people watching. Suddenly, a guy with bright red hair walked past. Frank stopped laughing and his expression made a change to the dark side.
“Wassup?” I asked. No reply. “Frank!” He was just glaring at this guy with red hair. I had to admit, he was pretty hot. But the way Frank was looking at him wasn’t checking him out. It was a death glare. “Is that—“
“Gerard.” He interrupted. Now I knew who Gerard was, I could ask him what went on. But I couldn’t just go up to him; I had to become friends with him. I wasn’t just going to do this to be nosey, I actually wanted to be friends with Mikey and maybe in doing that I’d be friends with Gerard.
*
The next lesson I had was art. Thankfully, I was with Frank. Unfortunately, they put first years and second years in the same class, so we were also with Gerard. To make things worse, there were only two seats left, next to Gerard. The joys of being put between two people that hate each other.
Oh what wonders were going to be in store for me this year…
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