Teenagers

*One Year Later*

So my story took off a lot more successfully than I thought it would. I have a meet and greet later today. I'm not excited for it tho. I'm really quite nervous. What am I going to say? What if someone asks me what inspired me to write this story? I mean it was just an in class assignment that I had in writing class last year.. Nothing really inspired me to write. I just started writing. Nothing to special you know? Should I just say that my teacher gave me the idea of writing? At least give him some credit for all of this? Maybe I should say that. Maybe some of these people, if they're young enough, might have him in the future. Or maybe they already had him as a teacher so they might know where I'm getting at. My mom on the other hand is very excited for this meet and greet. She hasen't stopped talking about it at all day. It's getting to the point where it's getting really annoying. But I don't want to be the mean one to tell her to be quiet. So for now I'm just going to ignore it. That's the only choice that I have.

I stood up off of the couch and started walking up to my room. I could hear my mom in the kitchen talking on the phone to my aunt about the meet and greet. My aunt might be one of the people standing in that long line of people. That would be nice to see her though. I haven't seen her in quite a while. She's like a second mom to me when my mom isn't around. But ever since my mom quit her job she's here more often. She works from home now. But she only works by the time I'm in my room probably sleeping. I'm not much of a sleeper anymore so I don't really know anymore.

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"Gerard, Hunny, start getting ready we have to leave in 5 minuets." my mom yelled up the stairs once again.

"Ok mom! I'm almost ready." I yelled back at her as I'm trying to wiggle on a pair of navy blue skinny jeans.

I went to my closet to find the nicest shirt I own. My mom would kill me If I wore a band t or some shit to this thing I don't even really want to go to. I was shuffling through my shirts when I finally came across a shirt I haven't worn in a while. A light blue long sleeved shirt with a brown leather vest attached to it. I didn't wear it much because it was my dads shirt. So many bad memories of my dad it disgusts me. I took the shirt off the hanger and threw it on anyways. It's better than nothing I guess. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth. I parted my hair to it's natural part and left it the way It was. I rinsed my mouth with water and wiped my mouth off with a near by towel. I walked back into my bedroom and grabbed a pair of socks out of my top dresser and attempted to put them on while walking down the stairs. I must of looked kinda funny because my mom was laughing histarically at me. When I stood up she finally caught her breath and stopped laughing. She looked at me and what I was wearing. She gave me a little smirk and opened her arm to give me a hug. I threw on my black converses and tucked the shoelaces inside. I'm to lazy to tie my shoes.

"Are you ready to go?" my mom said still smirking at me.

"Yea I think so." I smiled back.

"Ok. Lets go then." she smiled and opened the door. She grabbed the keys out of her purse and pressed the unlock button to her car.

We both got into the car and buckled our seatbelts. The first thing I do when my mom turns the car on is turn on the radio and just my luck 'Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran was playing. Yes I like Ed Sheeran..he is just simply amazing. His voice is like an angel. I quietly start singing along with the song to my self until my mom notices me and turns up the volume. When she does that I get crazy and sing louder. When the song was over my mom turned down the radio.

"I forgot how amazing your voice was." her eyes still on the road.

"Uhh...thanks mom...I guess."

"Why don't you sing more often?"

"Because I'm never in the mood to sing and I don't even think I have a good voice. There's
nothing special about it."

"Gerard you have a gift."

"Well that's what you think."

"Well yea. People have opinions."

"I guess."

My mom turned the corner. We were there. We had arrived at the mall where my meet and greet was being held. I really don't want to be here. When I walked inside there was a line of people waiting out side of the store where my signing was. There was probably at least 100 people standing there. But who knows how many are going to show up. There is a lot of cute girls standing in line. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

I'll just have to wait and see where life takes me.

Notes

Frerard will be starting next chapter c: i had to change my story idea around for it took work but i got it c:

wooh!

choir concert tomorrow cx so excited :)