Gerard's P.O.V

Finally got home after spending the whole day in art drawing. It was great because no one (accept jess in the morning) spoke to me, and I liked it that way, I'm not a loner I have friends. But I don't find it easy speaking to people, who I don't know very well. I get nervous and it's embarrassing because I sweat when I'm nervous. But nothing like that could've happened today.

It was 3:15 I only live about a minute down the road from school so I get home quickly, but I had to get ready, to change out of this stupid uniform into something more comfortable. But before that I had to tell Mikey to be ready by 4.

I ran up the stairs to his room. His door was covered in a massive poster of Hayley Williams. Typical. I didn't bother knocking because Mikey never knocks on my door anyway, I walked in on Mikey listening to loud music.
."for fuck sake Mikey, turn it down! Damn it" I shouted over the music
"why your music is loud!" He argued
"yeah but my bedroom is in the attic so no one can here it" I justified
"but still, if you had this room you would still play loud music."
"yeah well I don't have this room so we will never know, anyway I came to tell you that we're going to Starbucks at 4" I said
"alright I will be ready by then" he said
"Kay, bye then." I slammed the door behind me just to piss him off. It worked.

I had 45 minutes to do shower, do my hair, makeup and get dressed.
I went upstairs to shower, once I was clean I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel round my waist. I looked down at my arms, at my scars. They were still there. Fading away slowly, but visible never the less, and obviously self inflicted. I cut. Well I used to a few years ago when I was 13. (I'm trying to stop, and im getting there, I never really do it anymore) I was badly bullied, they didn't beat me so much, it was more the constant mocking, making sure I never had friends and taunting that drove me to do it. I was depressed and my parents were splitting up. It was hard for the family and a very emotional time for me. I figured I had to balance the emotional pain with physical pain or else I couldn't cope. I was under too much pressure and it was getting to me. It was like having pent up anger you had to get rid of, and I didn't stop when it hurt. I was alone in my room anyway so no one knew. I decided to get my life right when Mikey saw my scars, he was only 10 and didn't understand much, he told mum and she made me get professional help, four times a week. I still go counciling but only once every two weeks, they just check up on me. Im glad I got some help, or I don't know where I would be now. Or if I would 'be' at all. Back then I thought death was the resolution, no more pain, no more suffering. Just nothing. But now I see I was wrong, and I will always have the scars as reminders of how stupid I was.

I got dressed into a long sleeved black and white striped top then put a shirt on over it. Black skinny jeans and shoes. I put a slight base of white powder on my face so I looked paler. It was hard though, since I am part Italian I tan easily, so I was even harder to cover up. But after I had finished with the powder and had a layer of eyeliner it was 3:50, Mikey and I were ready. We looked similar, same build even though I was taller, and same clothes accept he was only wearing a short sleeved shirt and no makeup.

We walked to Starbucks, and man did I need a coffee.
"go save us a seat, for four of us remember, I will get us a drink each what do you want."
"Iced caramel frappe please, extra cream." He asked while handing me the money mum gave him.
"sure prince mike" I mocked then waited in line.

The queue was long but I didn't mind. Then I saw her, my eyes were fixed. She looked beautiful. Her hair was naturally bushy and her skin was a natural golden caramel colour. But her hair surrounded her face, wavy and bushy but it looked soft, she had eyeliner around her eyes, complete with red lips, not bright red, but you could tell it was lipstick, she was gorgeous. I couldn't believe she was the same girl I met a day ago, she was so different now. She had a butterfly clip in her hair to clip some of her hair from her face. I waved to her, then I realised she had her sister with her, unlike Mikey and I they were completely different. I mean they had the same skin colour and hair texture, but Jess' hair was out, and her sisters was up in two tight plaits. Her sister was wearing leggings and a long top, white with the top half covered in sequins. They were both beautiful, but Jess was just stunning.

"Jessica!" I called and waved.
"Oh hey Gerard" she replied while walking towards me, her hair bouncing at her shoulders.
"You look great" I under complemented her but If I had said anything more then that she might find me to be a bit strange.
"thanks, this is my sister Leyah" she introduced her sister to me
"you can call me lee" her sister replied with a welcoming smile.
"nice to meet you lee, my brother Mikey is over there you can sit with him and wait for us while I get some drinks. What would you like?"
"cloudy lemonade please, they do it in cans I think" she asked
"sure"I told her

As her sister walked away to Mikey, he stood up to let her sit before him, because mum said that's what 'gentlemen' Do for lady's, I never thought of it like that though, but I guess Mikey is just more polite then I am.
"so what would you like jess?" I asked Jessica
"umm just a latte please, at home I just make myself plain coffee, but here it's so posh, I find it quite funny actually." She laughed.
"same" I agreed we got our coffee and sat down to join Mikey and Lee.
I could tell we were going to get on like a house on fire.

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