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A/N: Here's a video of a Georgian accent"Georgia":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KT3f4zgmQdI

New Jersey wasn't exactly what I had in mind, my parents did. I have no clue why, but they decided, "hey why not?" It was there that they had their first problem with me. Even though I was a good kid, tall, handsome well... when I dressed up and took off my glasses. Smart, if you call 80% smart...tall and more or less lanky. I was angry for their decision, i wanted to stay where I was, I wanted to kick and scream 'till they told me they were kidd'n. My friends were all in Georgia and I wasn't the best at making new ones.

That was the second problem, I had a home grown Georgia accent. Not exactly tough in New Jersey especially Belleville; I'd heard my fair share of stories from my cousin Frank.

Frank Iero was my closet friend, he was like my brother. And even though I was older, about four years older, Frank looked out for me like the older brother.

I also had a third Problem, I was attracted to members of the same sex. Only my friends back home knew I was gay, I didn't want to come out again...the first time had been hard enough.

I hung up my cell for the 6th time, I didn't seem to be getting anywhere. I really wanted to see if I could hang out with Frank once my plane had landed. He said he was going to show me my new high school, I sighed again at the thought of a new school. For so long I'd been trying to form the friend group i had back in Hartwell, but when i finally had them I got uprooted.

Back in Hartwell, no one really got uprooted. People generally stayed there their whole lives, I'd been planning to do that, and hopefully start teaching at my high school as an art teacher.

"Devon?" My mom tried.

I ignored her, turning my cell phone off. The plane began to descend into Newark.

*

It was loud at the Iero's, i sat on the front porch drawing in a doodle book. I was designing tattoo's i could get, just to piss my mother off...and my dad, maybe. He was born and raised in Belleville and left for Georgia chasing my mother. His brother Frank sr. however lived here his entire life. I sighed again.

"Hey Dev," Frank said.

I looked out and saw knees, my eyes traveled up to Frank. He soon took his seat next to me, and looked into my drawing.

"You like?" I asked, "I might get it on my neck."

Frank snickered, and then tried to recompose himself.

"Well ain't that nice," I groaned sarcastically.

He slung an arm around my shoulder,
"I love the tattoo, it's just, Devon you don't do stuff like that."

"Hey!" I shrilled as he ruffled my hair roughly, "You never know," I said staring down into the intricate design, "I might."

"Dev, I know you," Frank teased again.

"Well, I live in New Jersey now," I tried the accent, and failed, "oh shut up Frank."

"Boys!" Mrs. Iero called, "Supper."

I stood and waited for Frank. His eyes gawked at me.

"What?"

Frank simply stood and he came up to my shoulder, he hadn't grown at all, but I had. I smirked at him and Frank simply walked infront of me, letting the door close on my hand. I pulled it out cradling my hand.

"Hey! Southern hospitality won't excuse that!"

*

It was slightly cool when Frank and I headed to school the next morning. Since my bed wasn't exactly set up I stayed in Frank's room, my parents tried to wish me a happy day in my new school but I stormed out leaving frank to cram some unbuttered toast into his mouth.

He'd told me off for walking out, he kept going on and on about traveling with a buddy. I had reminded him about the lameness of the conversation but he didn't seem to think of it like that. Frank seemed very cautious as we crossed a road which had obviously been changed into a parking lot.

"Why are you're eyes so wide?" I teased.

His expression remand the same. He kept glancing over his shoulder.

"This place is called, sketch creek," Frank checked to see if my lips were pulled into my ridiculous grin, "Don't ever come here -promise me- you won't ever come here alone."

"Yeah, alright," I mused.

He grabbed my forearm, and we haulted quickly.

"Ok I promis--."

"Shh," Frank stared at a car passing by, "Pretend to tie your shoe."

I slowly shrunk down and mimed tying my shoe. Franks began to mime that he had lost something in his bag. My eyes must have given me away because soon Frank was explaining like wildfire.

"It's better that Gerard doesn't see you on his turf before school."

"Whose Gerard?" I asked, my accent giving a weird twang to his name.

"You'll find out soon enough, I suggest waiting to take your seat if he's in your class."

As we hurried I could see the view of the school now, I looked at Frank as he waved to a another boy who wore glasses just like me.

"Frank, if I wait to sit, the teacher will make me introduce myself."

The boy was coming over now and i slightly Panicked, removing my own glasses I lost half my sight.

"Devon, teachers don't care what students have to say in this school," He thumped my back, "you'll do fine!"

With that the bell rang, and the boy with Glasses rushed towards us. I was afraid I was going to half to talk, I didn't want people to hear my accent.

"Hey Mikey!" Frank cried, "Listen I need a favor."

"You always need a favor, who's the new kid?"

Mikey looked me up and down, we met at the same height but he was obviously younger. I smiled my soft smile, the one that always annexed me out of trouble. My eyes must have caught his attention; they were my weirdest feature. Dark and arctic blue, splashed against natural jet black hair, my skin was also very clear... almost like porcelain.

"This is my cousin Devon," Frank yawned, jabbing a thumb at my side, "Think you can get him untouchable?"

Mikey peeled away from my eyes,

"That'll cost you, I've used my free cards up on Alicia, and that was just so Gerard wouldn't hit on her."

"It's alright," I muttered, "I can duck low as much as the next guy."

Mikey smiled at my accent,
"You from Georgia?"

I sighed and simply nodded. The second bell rung and we dashed off into school. Frank made sure I was at the grade 11 wing before he and Mikey dashed to nine. Frank may have been a year younger than all the grade nines but he was smart like one.

"Excuse me ma'am," I blurted to a girl passing by, she turned.

"Bite me bible belt," she sneered causing me to recoil, she threated to spit but her lip ring came loose.

I looked down at my schedule again. Room 203 I looked up and saw my homeroom at the end of the hall. Running I managed to slip inside as the teacher stood to close the door.

"Oh," he said startled, "I see we have a new student," he smiled and crossed the room closing the door behind me, "Tell us where your from."

I never thought I'd swear under my breath, but there it was 'shit'. Frank had lied about this teacher; he seemed most interested with me. I slightly stood up straighter and pushed the glasses I'd reapplied up on my nose. My bag seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as I adjusted the strap over my shoulder.

"Hi," I said, and a few snickers went through the class, "I'm Devon Iero, I'm from Hartwell Georgia, but my father's side is all New Jersey born and bread. I guess he wanted me to experience Belleville as he had and I hope I do," I looked down at my shoes and then up again, "I'm sorry, I tend to ramble when I'm nervous."

"Well Devon, I'm Mr. Brownell, you may take your seat," he scanned the room, as I slowly headed to the back, "Ah next to Mr. Way."

I stared as Mr. Way placed his other foot on my chair, evident he wasn't going to move. His eyes as hard and cold as they were were shining a brilliant dull green. His skin was pale like mine, but his hair was longer, more wavy. I brushed my bangs off my face, his toughness was causing me to blush...I was beginning to develop an attraction.

"Mr. Way," Mr. Brownell warbed, "Please clear your feet for Mr. Iero."

There was a heavy sigh and he pulled his feet from the desk, I was definetly sure he wasn't gay like me. His cold shoulder made me feel tainted almost, and hurt. I hadn't normally responded like this but I thought him to be very handsome.

*
After making it through two more classes undetected I manged to get Mr. Way in both my History and Biology classes. Something about empty seats seemed to be a habit with him. I felt bad each time I was asked to sit next to him, he'd given me the same look each time.

I followed Way into the Cafeteria but he seemed to cross the room and leave through the glass doors onto the tarmac. His tough looking buddies all gathered around him and they seemed to be pouring over some map. I was almost so lost in what was going on that I didn't even feel the tap on my shoulder.

"Hey Devon."

"Oh heavens," I cried out, clutching my chest, "Why Mikey you gave me such a fright," I looked away as he smirked.

"I'm sorry," Mikey said, "it's just that... we don't get many people from the south up here."

"Well I think it's a really cute accent."

I stared into the piercing eyes of a raven haired girl. She seemed so kind hearted just like my friend Jenelle back home.

"Why thank you dear," I said playing it up, "may I say you remind of one of my closet friends?"

"Really? Awh, your so cute, I'm Alicia."

I smiled and shook her hand, I seemed to be making some friends.

"Hey where's Devon?" Frank asked behind me, "oh, hey whats up?"

"Oh, nothing, just getting acquainted," I smiled.

"Can I just say," Alicia stated, "That your eyes are the most intriguing thing I've seen?"

I blushed at the comment. It was my eyes that seemed to catch people, I made a lot of friends that way, but only a few good ones. The ones that had stayed around after I came out...I thought back to my friends who helped my through my first heart break. I was careful about letting that come through, not even Frank knew I was gay. I couldn't tell him, I had to be tough.

"Thank you darling," I smiled.

"Well see you around?" Mikey asked pulling Alicia away around the waist.

I nodded and Frank shrugged jestingly.

"Come on buddy," Frank spoke calmly, "Lets get you some lunch."

*
The roof of the school held only a few people, ones that weren't afraid of the height of the four story building. I slowly took a bite of my sandwich, which wasn't as bad as Frank had mimed in the line. He was stuffing his face with fries.

"So what do you have next block?"

I gave him my worst look, and pulled my schedule from my bag.

"Well I've had Math, History, and Biology so far," I waited until Frank was done with fake vomiting, "Biology is really interesting Frank," he stared at me crossed eyed, "anyway, I have Art, Drama, Geography and Chemistry after. So art the next block to answer your question."

"Wow, thats boring," Frank sighed, pretending to sleep.

"Well what do you have?" I sized him up with my eyes.

"I have," he mimicked me, "General Science, History, Math and then after lunch Shop, Leadership, English and Gym."

I gave him a stare, slowly glancing over the building edge. I saw Mr. Way staring up at me, at first I thought maybe he was glaring, but his expression was softer. I was sure it had to be something else he was staring at.

It had to be. It had to be me.