Make way for Way

The next day at school went on as usual. It wasn't as embarrassing as yesterday, so that's a plus.

When I got off the grim, dirty bus, I ran up the steps to my home and flung open the door. I excitedly threw my backpack on the dark, wooden floor, and flipped open my phone. Dialing Frank's number, I rested my hand on the white-washed walls.

I heard the other end 'click'. "Frank?" I questioned.

"Yes? I'm on my way, right now. Ray and Mikey skipped school, today. You know, to do warm ups," Frank answered me, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

I rolled my eyes, playfully. What's up with everyone being so happy, lately? "Cool. I'll meet you outside my house," I said to Frank.

"Awesome. I'm outside right now," Frank sighed.

Well, shit.

"I'm going to Frank's house!" I yelled. No answer? Whatever.

I straightened out my top, and ran outside. Frank was there, looking all proper and cute. Why did he have to look so... Amazing?

"Gerard, hop in!" Frank waved to me, swinging the car door open. I hopped in the car, making sure to close the door.

"What's up, Frank? I can't believe Mikey and Ray skipped school JUST to practice. They seem pretty cool," I said, staring out the passenger window.

"Oh, yeah. That reminds me, we might need to recruit back someone for drums. We have you for vocals, I get rhythm guitar, Mikey for bass, and Ray for lead guitar," Frank informed.

"Let's not worry about that, right now," I answered Frank. I didn't know there was someone else. I was still new to this, though, so I guess I will have to find out.

"Um, Frank, we just passed your house," I thought out loud.

"Shit!" Frank swore, spinning and turning the car off the road, and down the street that we needed to be. We spun into the driveway, stopping right where we needed to.

"Follow me into the garage," Frank spoke.

I did what I was told, willing to do anything Frank wanted me to. Fuck, why do I think like this?

Opening the garage door, I saw there was a microphone in the front (this was new to me, since I never was used to being in front, anywhere), another microphone with a guitar behind it, a bass guitar, and (no surprise) a rhythm guitar.

"Ray and Mikey will be here, soon," Frank called out to me, tuning his instrument. I stood behind the microphone in the front, fixing the stand.

"What song are we playing, today?" I asked Frank. I hope it isn't something to hard, and I'll need the lyrics printed out.

"I was thinking of something like Thank You For The Venom, it has a nice, raw sound to it," Frank told me.

"I'm going to need the lyrics, Frank," I tried to tell him, but in the middle of the sentence he got what I was hinting at, and ran into the house to print off lyrics. I stood there, fixing my microphone, and practicing my high and low notes, when I heard a car roll up in the driveway.

Two men hopped out, one with short blonde hair with light brown highlights. He seemed like he knew his shit, going up to the bass guitar, and tuning it.

The other had long, brown, curly hair, and was a bit taller than who I'm guessing was Mikey. He seemed cool.

"I'm back!" Called Frank, handing me the lyrics. I looked them over. This was complicated to me, but they're only lyrics. How hard can it be?

Notes

okay, so I'm having a quick change of the style of paragraphs. it just looks more organized that way 0.0 should I change it back? side note, what do you guys think so far? 3 comments (must be all by different people) and I'll write the next chapter ;D Go!