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Frank stood in the hallway for a moment, feeling rather like he'd been kicked in the head. He'd received some sort of warning for smoking a cigarette on campus. He had been too baffled to argue with the principal on the subject. Why the fuck was she standing behind him, anyway? Did principals at this school just lurk the parking lot, hoping to find cigarette smokers to lecture? Frank was certain that his old school had had some kind of policy on the subject as well, but he'd never been caught because his teachers had always had better things to do. Which was quizzical in and of itself, Bellevue High was much larger than his previous high school in Connecticut. Thoughts such as these bounced back and forth across his mind as he walked to his first class, which he had a bit of trouble finding.
Once he arrived, he found himself subjected to the curious stares of 25 other students and 1 teacher. Frank swallowed the lump in his throat and went to sit down, opting to explain to the teacher that he was new when asked as opposed to by default. As soon as the class's attention was diverted back to the teacher, Frank seized the opportunity to check out the other people in the class. There wasn't anyone who looked particularly interesting until his eyes rested on a wiry brunette with thick glasses. His face was long and thin, chestnut hair tousled in the back and flopping onto the bridge of his nose in the front. He was seated a few rows behind Frank. He was the only one in the class who dressed even remotely similar to how Frank did, everyone else fell under non-alternative stereotypes, therefore Frank wasn't interested. He wanted to make friends who liked the same things as him, he figured there was bound to be somebody.
Class ended and Frank attended a few more, keeping as silent as possible and his head down. Lunch was next, and as the bell rang for it he was probably the least excited in the school. Lunch existed to make new kids stick out like sore thumbs. Scanning the cafeteria (in hopes of spotting the boy he had seen in the office this morning, but he wouldn't even admit that to himself), he spotted a vacant seat in an inconspicuous spot without other people there and sat down. He began to eat his apple, slowly, looking around him cautiously for any sign of someone who would approach and accost him for sitting in their spot. After ten or fifteen minutes it was so far so good, and Frank was certain he wasn't going to be hassled for his seating choice. It was a temporary fix until he'd found a good way to sneak out of the building and go home for lunch, or a little out of the way spot where he could enjoy a cigarette.
However, his hopes for alone time were shattered when he looked up to see none other than the boy from the office. The boy walked like he wasn't planning on acknowledging Frank, but then their eyes met, and it seemed that he was either too polite or too curious to carry on with his original agenda. So he stopped and stood before Frank. He was on the other side of the lunch table, his hands shoved inside of the pockets of his black jeans. He teetered on his ankles nervously. Frank couldn't look away from his face. "You were in the office this morning, weren't you?" He asked, rather slowly and uncertainly, as if he were still contemplating going on his way. "Yeah, I was."] Frank smiled slightly. ["I'm Gerard Way." The other boy said, extending a pale, spidery hand for Frank the shake. As soon as they did Frank felt a jolt of electricity tingling in his fingers and crawling up his hand.
"Frank. Iero. It's nice to meet you. Today's my first day here."
"Oh, so you're the new kid? How did you manage to get in the office on your first day?"
Frank told Gerard about the cigarette and his supposed littering charge, and Gerard sat down across from him, drumming his long, alabaster fingers on the lunch table as they talked. Their conversation carried them through the rest of the lunch period, and by the time it was finished Frank was buzzing with electricity similar to that of the jolt in his hand. He really wasn't ready for lunch to be over, which was an unexpected twist. Regretfully, he informed Gerard of his next class - algebra. "Bummer. Maybe we'll have one together? I'll see you around!" Frank waved goodbye and headed to class, where he promptly went back to leaving his head down and ignoring the world around him. As it turned out, they did have one class together, 6th period English. However, there wasn't a lot of time to chitchat and Frank had loads to do.
When school was finished for the day, Frank grabbed his things from his locker and started to head to his car. He was stopped, though, by a shout of his last name. He turned to see Gerard, flanked by the glasses-wearing boy, a guy with a rust-colored afro, and a chunky blond. "Wanna hang out?" Gerard called, smiling gently.
"Yeah, let's go!"
It turned out Frank and Gerard were the only ones with cars and, and the group was forced to all pile into Frank's, as Gerard's tiny vehicle couldn't house the whole group plus Frank. "This is exactly what we needed," Complained ray, the afroed one, "another person in the group to throw off our comfortable seating arrangement." Frank laughed and Gerard responded with a mocking scold, "Maybe you should get a job and buy a car then, lazyass." Ray flipped him off, turning back to a book he had been carrying. Frank wasn't sure what music to play that would please everyone, so he turned on Iron Maiden and hoped for the best. There were no objections and he received an encouraging little smile from Gerard (which made Frank's heart flutter) (Stop it! He thought to himself, irritated at his sudden fascination with Gerard).
Gerard had directed them to a small-ish house about a mile from the school, where everyone just sort of wandered in as they pleased. Frank went in last, after Gerard. "So Mikey, with the glasses, is your brother? And Ray with the afro and Bob are childhood friends?" He asked once everyone but them had made it inside. "Yes, but don't feel too overwhelmed. They're all idiots and we've been needing a new addition to the group." He said laughingly. Frank couldn't figure out why Gerard was so nice. Was he just like that? It made no sense. Nobody was that nice just because. Frank narrowed his eyes long enough for Gerard to notice, "Are you okay?" He asked uncertainly, his body language turning into something Frank couldn't quite understand. "Yeah. Sorry." Frank smiled, Gerard relaxed, and they went inside to watch a movie. They all sprawled out across the many couches which adorned the Way family living room.
The house was decidedly middle class, with the occasional expensive object peppered among the ordinary. Frank liked this and immediately felt at home, the atmosphere of the house wasn't difficult to settle into and this was a great relief to Frank, who never felt terribly welcome in the homes of wealthy people. Through the front door was the foyer, which was small and white-tiled and littered with about a hundred pairs of shoes. Everyone dropped their things on a rickety wooden coat tree and proceeded into the next room, which was the kitchen. The kitchen was quite ordinary and Frank had little to remark on it. It wasn't necessarily tidy but not messy, either. Through the kitchen were two sets of hallways. One led to the master bedroom and a staircase to the second story. The other led to a half bathroom and the living room. The followed the hallways that led to the living room.
Frank was instantly in love with it. It had thick, black carpet, and was rather large in proportion to the house. Towards the back wall was a set of glass sliding doors, onto which there was a wooden porch with a set of lawn chairs on it. This porch overlooked several vacant lots, which were covered in thick, wild grass. The living room itself was decorated with two large, wraparound couches, all adorned with pillows and blankets. A lone armchair sat in one corner. All of the furniture centered around a massive TV, which was old but large enough for it to not matter. It rested inside an equally large wooden cabinet. A small door off to one side of the room lead to a dining room, which was likewise connected to the kitchen.
Gerard and Frank sat next to each other and somebody put in the Evil Dead, something they'd all seen dozens of times but could all agree on watching, and Frank was starting to feel that maybe things wouldn't be so bad in New Jersey.
Frank stood in the hallway for a moment, feeling rather like he'd been kicked in the head. He'd received some sort of warning for smoking a cigarette on campus. He had been too baffled to argue with the principal on the subject. Why the fuck was she standing behind him, anyway? Did principals at this school just lurk the parking lot, hoping to find cigarette smokers to lecture? Frank was certain that his old school had had some kind of policy on the subject as well, but he'd never been caught because his teachers had always had better things to do. Which was quizzical in and of itself, Bellevue High was much larger than his previous high school in Connecticut. Thoughts such as these bounced back and forth across his mind as he walked to his first class, which he had a bit of trouble finding.
Once he arrived, he found himself subjected to the curious stares of 25 other students and 1 teacher. Frank swallowed the lump in his throat and went to sit down, opting to explain to the teacher that he was new when asked as opposed to by default. As soon as the class's attention was diverted back to the teacher, Frank seized the opportunity to check out the other people in the class. There wasn't anyone who looked particularly interesting until his eyes rested on a wiry brunette with thick glasses. His face was long and thin, chestnut hair tousled in the back and flopping onto the bridge of his nose in the front. He was seated a few rows behind Frank. He was the only one in the class who dressed even remotely similar to how Frank did, everyone else fell under non-alternative stereotypes, therefore Frank wasn't interested. He wanted to make friends who liked the same things as him, he figured there was bound to be somebody.
Class ended and Frank attended a few more, keeping as silent as possible and his head down. Lunch was next, and as the bell rang for it he was probably the least excited in the school. Lunch existed to make new kids stick out like sore thumbs. Scanning the cafeteria (in hopes of spotting the boy he had seen in the office this morning, but he wouldn't even admit that to himself), he spotted a vacant seat in an inconspicuous spot without other people there and sat down. He began to eat his apple, slowly, looking around him cautiously for any sign of someone who would approach and accost him for sitting in their spot. After ten or fifteen minutes it was so far so good, and Frank was certain he wasn't going to be hassled for his seating choice. It was a temporary fix until he'd found a good way to sneak out of the building and go home for lunch, or a little out of the way spot where he could enjoy a cigarette.
However, his hopes for alone time were shattered when he looked up to see none other than the boy from the office. The boy walked like he wasn't planning on acknowledging Frank, but then their eyes met, and it seemed that he was either too polite or too curious to carry on with his original agenda. So he stopped and stood before Frank. He was on the other side of the lunch table, his hands shoved inside of the pockets of his black jeans. He teetered on his ankles nervously. Frank couldn't look away from his face. "You were in the office this morning, weren't you?" He asked, rather slowly and uncertainly, as if he were still contemplating going on his way. "Yeah, I was."] Frank smiled slightly. ["I'm Gerard Way." The other boy said, extending a pale, spidery hand for Frank the shake. As soon as they did Frank felt a jolt of electricity tingling in his fingers and crawling up his hand.
"Frank. Iero. It's nice to meet you. Today's my first day here."
"Oh, so you're the new kid? How did you manage to get in the office on your first day?"
Frank told Gerard about the cigarette and his supposed littering charge, and Gerard sat down across from him, drumming his long, alabaster fingers on the lunch table as they talked. Their conversation carried them through the rest of the lunch period, and by the time it was finished Frank was buzzing with electricity similar to that of the jolt in his hand. He really wasn't ready for lunch to be over, which was an unexpected twist. Regretfully, he informed Gerard of his next class - algebra. "Bummer. Maybe we'll have one together? I'll see you around!" Frank waved goodbye and headed to class, where he promptly went back to leaving his head down and ignoring the world around him. As it turned out, they did have one class together, 6th period English. However, there wasn't a lot of time to chitchat and Frank had loads to do.
When school was finished for the day, Frank grabbed his things from his locker and started to head to his car. He was stopped, though, by a shout of his last name. He turned to see Gerard, flanked by the glasses-wearing boy, a guy with a rust-colored afro, and a chunky blond. "Wanna hang out?" Gerard called, smiling gently.
"Yeah, let's go!"
It turned out Frank and Gerard were the only ones with cars and, and the group was forced to all pile into Frank's, as Gerard's tiny vehicle couldn't house the whole group plus Frank. "This is exactly what we needed," Complained ray, the afroed one, "another person in the group to throw off our comfortable seating arrangement." Frank laughed and Gerard responded with a mocking scold, "Maybe you should get a job and buy a car then, lazyass." Ray flipped him off, turning back to a book he had been carrying. Frank wasn't sure what music to play that would please everyone, so he turned on Iron Maiden and hoped for the best. There were no objections and he received an encouraging little smile from Gerard (which made Frank's heart flutter) (Stop it! He thought to himself, irritated at his sudden fascination with Gerard).
Gerard had directed them to a small-ish house about a mile from the school, where everyone just sort of wandered in as they pleased. Frank went in last, after Gerard. "So Mikey, with the glasses, is your brother? And Ray with the afro and Bob are childhood friends?" He asked once everyone but them had made it inside. "Yes, but don't feel too overwhelmed. They're all idiots and we've been needing a new addition to the group." He said laughingly. Frank couldn't figure out why Gerard was so nice. Was he just like that? It made no sense. Nobody was that nice just because. Frank narrowed his eyes long enough for Gerard to notice, "Are you okay?" He asked uncertainly, his body language turning into something Frank couldn't quite understand. "Yeah. Sorry." Frank smiled, Gerard relaxed, and they went inside to watch a movie. They all sprawled out across the many couches which adorned the Way family living room.
The house was decidedly middle class, with the occasional expensive object peppered among the ordinary. Frank liked this and immediately felt at home, the atmosphere of the house wasn't difficult to settle into and this was a great relief to Frank, who never felt terribly welcome in the homes of wealthy people. Through the front door was the foyer, which was small and white-tiled and littered with about a hundred pairs of shoes. Everyone dropped their things on a rickety wooden coat tree and proceeded into the next room, which was the kitchen. The kitchen was quite ordinary and Frank had little to remark on it. It wasn't necessarily tidy but not messy, either. Through the kitchen were two sets of hallways. One led to the master bedroom and a staircase to the second story. The other led to a half bathroom and the living room. The followed the hallways that led to the living room.
Frank was instantly in love with it. It had thick, black carpet, and was rather large in proportion to the house. Towards the back wall was a set of glass sliding doors, onto which there was a wooden porch with a set of lawn chairs on it. This porch overlooked several vacant lots, which were covered in thick, wild grass. The living room itself was decorated with two large, wraparound couches, all adorned with pillows and blankets. A lone armchair sat in one corner. All of the furniture centered around a massive TV, which was old but large enough for it to not matter. It rested inside an equally large wooden cabinet. A small door off to one side of the room lead to a dining room, which was likewise connected to the kitchen.
Gerard and Frank sat next to each other and somebody put in the Evil Dead, something they'd all seen dozens of times but could all agree on watching, and Frank was starting to feel that maybe things wouldn't be so bad in New Jersey.
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