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Chapter 3: Pumped Up Kicks, Part I

by SpazAttack 4 reviews

He looked up at me through dark lashes, tanned cheeks tinged with pink, "...for Haylie."

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Drama,Humor,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero - Published: 2011-12-23 - Updated: 2011-12-23 - 612 words

Chapter 3: Pumped Up Kicks, Part I

I pressed my cheek against the cool, glass window of Caleb's blue Toyota. We have been driving for over 30 minutes and he still hasn't told me exactly where we're going. But I didn't mind. I was just happy to be spending some time with him... without Haylie around.

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you'd better, better run faster than my bullet," Caleb sang the lyrics quietly, his dark curls bouncing on his head.

I giggled at him, "I thought you hated this song?"

"I do... but it's damn catchy," he replied, laughing a little.

I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire; you must have lost your wits, yeah.

After another 10 minutes of driving, we pulled up in front of a large, white house. There were several cars parked in the driveway and groups of people sprawled across the lawn. Loud, heavy metal music crashed through the air.

I sat up straight in my seat, "What are we doing here? I don't want to go to a party."

I watched as Caleb unbuckled his seatbelt and shoved a few 50-dollar bills in his jacket pocket. "It's not a party. And I'm not gonna stay very long. I just came to get something," he mumbled his words before stepping of the car. His dark eyes traveled up to the house before flicking back to me. "C'mon... let's go."

I felt my stomach twist in knots. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of foreboding. Something didn't feel right.

"Why do you need all that money, then?" I asked him. There was a small pause as my question floated around in the space between us.

"I-I already told you. I have to get something..." He looked up at me through dark lashes, tanned cheeks tinged with pink, "For Haylie."

I felt my face prickle with heat as I realized what he was doing.
"Are you seriously buying drugs for this chick?!"

Caleb looked at me coldly. His usually delicate features turned hard and icy. I recoiled in my seat slightly.

"What if... what if you get caught?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

"I won't... it's not that big of a fucking deal, Frank," He shoved his hands in his jacket pokets, "Now, are you coming or staying?"

There was another pause. But this time it seemed to last for ages. Caleb looked at me expectantly. I took a moment to find my voice.

"I'm staying..."

I wished that I had called after him. Made him come back to the car and drive away. Get us as far from this large, ghostly house as possible. But I knew it wouldn't have made a difference. He would do anything Haylie told him to.

She had him wrapped around her bony finger...

Caleb's been gone for over 10 minutes and now I'm a total wreck. He didn't leave his keys so I can't even listen to some music to calm my nerves. Pumped Up Kicks would do me good right now.

It takes another 5 minutes for me to finally decide that I've had enough. I stepped out of the car, slammed the door and went in search of my bestfriend.


A/N: Hello.
I know this is kind of short but I thought it would be better if I split this part into two. I'll post the second part later today.

HINT: Gerard just might be in the part 2 ;)

Chapter title and song lyric credit goes to Foster the People, Pumped Up Kicks.

x Blower
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