Tales of a Chemical Romance
I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
"God, I fucking hate this place." Frank snapped, leaning against one of the lockers.
"It's not that bad. Better than our old shit hole." Ray pointed out, shrugging.
The band was location spotting for their upcoming video in Los Angeles and they were now at their 5th school, which was indeed a private education building.
"Mikes, what do you think? Sucks?" Frank looked over at the lanky boy to his left.
"Mehh, it's alright, yeah." Mikey looked back down at his phone.
"Thanks for the help." Frank slid down the lockers and sat on the floor.
A horde of students filed out of classes as the bell rang and the band looked around. Clean cut kids with designer back packs. Greased back hair. .99 cent lipgloss. Yeah. High school.
As students filed into their next classes, one lone girl stood out. She wore black All Stars rather than the assigned heels, torn knee high socks, a black skirt rather than the checkered blue, and a My Chemical Romance hoodie over her cardigan. She was singing along to "I'm Not Okay" softly, not noticing the band smiling at her.
"She's kinda cute." Bob giggled. "In like, a nonpedophilish way, y'know?"
"Mmm, she's alright." Gerard added. "Probably a little damaged, yeah?"
"That's like super demeaning, guys." Mikey chimed in. "She's gotta be like, what? 15?"
"So? She's hot."
"And you're also like 10 years older than her."
The girl had an armful of papers up to her chin, walking slowly, trying to avoid falling.
"I'm not okay, I'm not oh-fucking-kay. I'm not okay, I'm not okay..."
She rounded the lockers, tripping over Frank's guitar case.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Frank laughed, pulling her up. "Are you okay?"
She looked up into Frank's eyes and her jaw dropped. "Umm.. I'm.. Umm.."
"Not oh-fucking-kay?" he joked.
She nodded, smiling like an idiot. "I'm fine, thank you."
"Oh, Ashley! There you are, I just called down for you." The headmaster addressed her. "I was wondering if you were up to helping me show these men around campus, showing them the hang outs and whatnot."
Ashley nodded her head, croaking out a small "Sure."
"Excellent! This way, boys."
After an hour of showing the band around, they stopped at the soccer fields.
"So this is where the loners hang out, I guess. I spend a lot of time here myself, to be perfectly honest with you." Ashley admitted. "It's not really forced, but I can't be anywhere else without having--" She was cut off by one of the preps.
"Fucking freak." a little blonde spat in her face, pushing past her roughly.
"Without having exactly that happen." she finished, sighing as she sat down on the bleachers. "To be honest with you, I wouldn't suggest filming here."
"Why not?" Ray sat down next to her. "Place seems pretty nice.."
"It's a fucking prison." She reached into her hoodie, pulling out a pack of smokes. "Do you guys mind?"
"No, it's fine. Actually, do you mind if I--?" Gerard reached for her pack.
"Knock yourself out."
"Thanks, kid."
"Sure thing." She rolled her sleeves up a bit, which obliviously revealed her scars.
"You shouldn't be doing that.." Mikey sat on the other side of her.
"Smoking? I know, nasty habit." She blew out an "O".
"No." Mikey reached out for her wrist. "That."
She pulled her wrist back. "I know. Nasty habit."
Frank reached into his pocket, pulling out a Sharpie. "Here.." He wrote his name neatly along her forearm as the rest of the boys followed suit.
Ashley bit her lip to keep her sob back. "Thank you." she whispered.
"So what are you in to?" Ray asked, wrapping an arm around her.
"I like Dungeons & Dragons.. Audrey Hepburn.. Fangoria.. Umm.. Harry Houdini is like, my fucking idol. I fucking love croquet." she laughed out. "Let's see.. Oh, I can't swim, so that's out. I can't dance, either. Oh, and I don't know karate, but I try in my room." She looked up at their faces. "I'm a loser, huh?"
"Of course you are." Bob laughed.
"You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance, and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it." Ray pointed out, squeezing her arms.
"I don't wanna make it.. I just wanna.."
"It's not that bad. Better than our old shit hole." Ray pointed out, shrugging.
The band was location spotting for their upcoming video in Los Angeles and they were now at their 5th school, which was indeed a private education building.
"Mikes, what do you think? Sucks?" Frank looked over at the lanky boy to his left.
"Mehh, it's alright, yeah." Mikey looked back down at his phone.
"Thanks for the help." Frank slid down the lockers and sat on the floor.
A horde of students filed out of classes as the bell rang and the band looked around. Clean cut kids with designer back packs. Greased back hair. .99 cent lipgloss. Yeah. High school.
As students filed into their next classes, one lone girl stood out. She wore black All Stars rather than the assigned heels, torn knee high socks, a black skirt rather than the checkered blue, and a My Chemical Romance hoodie over her cardigan. She was singing along to "I'm Not Okay" softly, not noticing the band smiling at her.
"She's kinda cute." Bob giggled. "In like, a nonpedophilish way, y'know?"
"Mmm, she's alright." Gerard added. "Probably a little damaged, yeah?"
"That's like super demeaning, guys." Mikey chimed in. "She's gotta be like, what? 15?"
"So? She's hot."
"And you're also like 10 years older than her."
The girl had an armful of papers up to her chin, walking slowly, trying to avoid falling.
"I'm not okay, I'm not oh-fucking-kay. I'm not okay, I'm not okay..."
She rounded the lockers, tripping over Frank's guitar case.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Frank laughed, pulling her up. "Are you okay?"
She looked up into Frank's eyes and her jaw dropped. "Umm.. I'm.. Umm.."
"Not oh-fucking-kay?" he joked.
She nodded, smiling like an idiot. "I'm fine, thank you."
"Oh, Ashley! There you are, I just called down for you." The headmaster addressed her. "I was wondering if you were up to helping me show these men around campus, showing them the hang outs and whatnot."
Ashley nodded her head, croaking out a small "Sure."
"Excellent! This way, boys."
After an hour of showing the band around, they stopped at the soccer fields.
"So this is where the loners hang out, I guess. I spend a lot of time here myself, to be perfectly honest with you." Ashley admitted. "It's not really forced, but I can't be anywhere else without having--" She was cut off by one of the preps.
"Fucking freak." a little blonde spat in her face, pushing past her roughly.
"Without having exactly that happen." she finished, sighing as she sat down on the bleachers. "To be honest with you, I wouldn't suggest filming here."
"Why not?" Ray sat down next to her. "Place seems pretty nice.."
"It's a fucking prison." She reached into her hoodie, pulling out a pack of smokes. "Do you guys mind?"
"No, it's fine. Actually, do you mind if I--?" Gerard reached for her pack.
"Knock yourself out."
"Thanks, kid."
"Sure thing." She rolled her sleeves up a bit, which obliviously revealed her scars.
"You shouldn't be doing that.." Mikey sat on the other side of her.
"Smoking? I know, nasty habit." She blew out an "O".
"No." Mikey reached out for her wrist. "That."
She pulled her wrist back. "I know. Nasty habit."
Frank reached into his pocket, pulling out a Sharpie. "Here.." He wrote his name neatly along her forearm as the rest of the boys followed suit.
Ashley bit her lip to keep her sob back. "Thank you." she whispered.
"So what are you in to?" Ray asked, wrapping an arm around her.
"I like Dungeons & Dragons.. Audrey Hepburn.. Fangoria.. Umm.. Harry Houdini is like, my fucking idol. I fucking love croquet." she laughed out. "Let's see.. Oh, I can't swim, so that's out. I can't dance, either. Oh, and I don't know karate, but I try in my room." She looked up at their faces. "I'm a loser, huh?"
"Of course you are." Bob laughed.
"You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance, and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it." Ray pointed out, squeezing her arms.
"I don't wanna make it.. I just wanna.."
YES PART 2!!!
Gah I love these
10/28/14