My Burning Romance
First Day of The End
Chapter 1:
"Mikey! Gerard! Get up you're going to be late for your first day!" I hear my mom yell from the kitchen. "Alright Ma, alright!" I yell back. I slump out of bed and walk over to my dresser. I pull out a pair of black skinny jeans and my Iron Maiden shirt. Followed by my *almost* ruined pair of black Chuck Taylor high tops. I walk over to my mirror and rub my head. "Shit, this is it." I mumble staring into my hazel eyes. "My final year in high school." I run upstairs to the kitchen, grab a chocolate chip waffle and me and Mikes are out the door. Just as we reach the end of the driveway we run into our good friend Ray Toro. He's a tall and thin and if I do say so myself, has one kick-ass fro. Ray and I have been friends since Kindergarten and as Mikey became older he hung out with us too. *Mikey's only a sophomore, poor kid's still got 2 more years in this shit hole.* " Hey Mikey! Sup Gee" Ray said with one big ass grin on his face. "I'm so pumped it's finally our last year of high school and we've got to make it fucking count!" he adds. "Psh, I'm just ready to get the fuck outta this place." I reply with a smug grin. We arrive at school a few minutes before the bell goes off where I meet up with Ray. "Gerard, this year is going to be fucking awesome! Our last year FINALLY." "It's whatever" I say. "I mean this place sucks anyways." And I was right. I hadn't been in a relationship since Freshman year. I had already told everyone that I was openly gay in my 10th year, and most people had accepted me. I mean it's not like I had many other friends outside of Ray and Mikey anyways. And there were the occasional pricks that would walk by an yell "What's up fag?" But I stopped giving a fuck after a few months. As the bell rings me and Ray say our goodbyes and I head off to my first period class. Art. I take my seat in the back away from everyone else seen as how no one really converses with me anyway, but I prefer to be alone anyways. The teacher then picks up her attendants sheet and begins to call off names. Matt Been? "Here." Sarah Fincher? "Here." Frank Iero? "Here." That name took me by surprise because I didn't recognize it. "Must be a new kid." I thought to myself. I turned towards the foreign voice to find quite a sight! Frank is a rather short boy with jet black hair with bangs pushed off to the side with a hint of fire truck red on the back part that is shaven. He has these beautiful hazel eyes and such a cute little nose. "Wow he's fucking hot." I say under my breath. He looks to be about my brothers age but he is breathtaking. "Who is that?" I think to myself.
"Mikey! Gerard! Get up you're going to be late for your first day!" I hear my mom yell from the kitchen. "Alright Ma, alright!" I yell back. I slump out of bed and walk over to my dresser. I pull out a pair of black skinny jeans and my Iron Maiden shirt. Followed by my *almost* ruined pair of black Chuck Taylor high tops. I walk over to my mirror and rub my head. "Shit, this is it." I mumble staring into my hazel eyes. "My final year in high school." I run upstairs to the kitchen, grab a chocolate chip waffle and me and Mikes are out the door. Just as we reach the end of the driveway we run into our good friend Ray Toro. He's a tall and thin and if I do say so myself, has one kick-ass fro. Ray and I have been friends since Kindergarten and as Mikey became older he hung out with us too. *Mikey's only a sophomore, poor kid's still got 2 more years in this shit hole.* " Hey Mikey! Sup Gee" Ray said with one big ass grin on his face. "I'm so pumped it's finally our last year of high school and we've got to make it fucking count!" he adds. "Psh, I'm just ready to get the fuck outta this place." I reply with a smug grin. We arrive at school a few minutes before the bell goes off where I meet up with Ray. "Gerard, this year is going to be fucking awesome! Our last year FINALLY." "It's whatever" I say. "I mean this place sucks anyways." And I was right. I hadn't been in a relationship since Freshman year. I had already told everyone that I was openly gay in my 10th year, and most people had accepted me. I mean it's not like I had many other friends outside of Ray and Mikey anyways. And there were the occasional pricks that would walk by an yell "What's up fag?" But I stopped giving a fuck after a few months. As the bell rings me and Ray say our goodbyes and I head off to my first period class. Art. I take my seat in the back away from everyone else seen as how no one really converses with me anyway, but I prefer to be alone anyways. The teacher then picks up her attendants sheet and begins to call off names. Matt Been? "Here." Sarah Fincher? "Here." Frank Iero? "Here." That name took me by surprise because I didn't recognize it. "Must be a new kid." I thought to myself. I turned towards the foreign voice to find quite a sight! Frank is a rather short boy with jet black hair with bangs pushed off to the side with a hint of fire truck red on the back part that is shaven. He has these beautiful hazel eyes and such a cute little nose. "Wow he's fucking hot." I say under my breath. He looks to be about my brothers age but he is breathtaking. "Who is that?" I think to myself.
Hey guys! This is NovaVoid! Some crazy shit has happened and my account got deleted or something? Anyway I'm going to continue on with this story in a new series! Hope to see you guys there!
xoxo Nova!
4/16/14