Mikey Way:
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around myself. The bathroom was so stuffy, I could hardly breathe. I need cooler air, even though that was like, going to freeze me to death. But I would rather die that way, instead of suffocating.

I opened the door, still covered in my towel. Gerard was standing right across from me at his door, arms folded and a very sly smile upon his face.

I gave him a confused look at first, but then decided to defend myself, hoping he would back off. “What, do I turn you on?” I asked, being sarcastic.

“Yeah, you’re gorgeous. Now, come here,” He directed me with his finger.

“No!” I yelled. I knew he was up to something.

“Oh Mikey, I’m not going to hurt you.” His smile grew mischievous. “Not physically,” Suddenly he ran up and yanked my towel right off me!

“Gerard!” I yelled after him as he ran off with it.

I quickly covered myself up, feeling way too exposed right now because the whole band was here, including Bert! Everyone started laughing, pointing their fingers at me.

“Come and get it!” Gerard taunted, waving it around in the air in front of me.

“Give it back, damn it!” I growled, holding out one hand for the towel, and keeping myself concealed with the other.

“If you really want it, you’re going to have to come and get it.” He flashed it in front of my face but quickly whipped it back when I tried to snatch it away from him.

“It’s all you gotta do Mikey.” He continued to tease me, holding back a smile that anyone would notice and think of him as crazy.

Even though he didn’t have to smile like that to show me that he was anyway. I knew my brother well. The second I saw him standing at his door I knew he was going to do something cruel.

“I’m not fucking stupid Gerard! I am not coming over to you, now just fucking throw it to me!” I yelled, getting really pissed.

“Nope,” He smirked. Gerard was never one to give up easily, always getting his way.

“I don’t have time for this!” I grunted, slowly backing away, not turning the other direction. That way, they don’t see my bare ass as I go into my room.

I shut the door in front of me and heaved a heavy sigh, so frustrated and annoyed right now.

I finally started getting dressed in my uniform for this stupid academy that my mother was forcing me to go to. At least all of the guys would be there and Gerard and I wouldn’t be alone. I knew already that we were all going to stick out like a bunch of sore thumbs compared to all of the other students. Hell, we’ll probably get our asses kicked daily, but at least we had each other…

Bob Bryar:
I was sitting at my desk during first hour, waiting for the damn bell to ring. I sat there, tapping my fingers the whole entire time. Damn, I need a fucking cigarette! It seemed like eternity in this hell hole! When was it going to end?

Finally, some chick got enough of my annoying tapping and turned around in her seat to scold me.

“Will you quit it?” She snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I bothering you?” I asked sarcastically.

She took the hint and glared at me. “See, I can be a fucking bitch that easily too.” I smirked at her.

She scoffed at my comment and quickly spun back around in her chair, her cheeks red from embarrassment. I laughed a little, because she wasn’t expecting that to come out of my mouth.

She didn’t turn back around for the rest of the hour, no matter how much I had tapped my fingers. Finally the bell rang and I got up to leave.

I thought about freaking her out again by walking her direction and stopped directly in front of her, blocking her path.

I looked innocently at her, as if it was she that came up to me. “May I help you?”

She didn’t respond verbally and handed me a slip of paper from her binder before quickly walking out of the classroom.

I gave her a weird look before she left and looked down at the paper, really confused. It read,

Uh, I have no clue what ya meant, but I do know that u r kinda cute ♥
Even though, ur like, an ass & all…
No offense
So, I was wondering…
If maybe you and I can go out some time, and get a cofee.
So, what do ya say?
You can tell me tomorrow, 1st hour ;)

Whoa…I had just got asked out by a fucking prep. What the hell?! And she even misspelled coffee…


Ray Toro:
I was walking to second hour, getting lost as ever. How was I supposed to find my way around this damn place? I don’t see how anyone can even find their own lockers. It felt like a whole hour before I got there, and then of course, the bell rang.

“Great.” I huffed to myself.

As I had finally gotten there, I walked in and stopped shortly. Everyone was staring at me.

“What?” I tried to snap, but my voice was short of a whisper instead.

“You’re late.” The teacher stood from her desk.

“Yeah, I know.” I looked down at my feet, avoiding everyone’s stare.

“Take a seat, Mr.…?” She asked for my name.

“Toro, Ray Toro.” Giggles erupted in the room and people soon began to whisper their insults about my name to their friends.

I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, and just when she repeated my name wrong.

“I’m sorry, do we have a problem sir?” She asked angrily, thinking that I had rolled my eyes at her.

I closed my mouth shut tightly and shook my head.

“Good, now sit!” She yelled, pointing to an empty seat by this weird looking dude.

I hurried up and sat down right behind him. He turned around to face me as soon as whatever her name was went back to the blackboard to continue writing something down.

“Whoa, you have some puffy hair man.” The dude said in awe at my fro.

I gave him an annoyed glare. “Yeah, I know.”

“Did you get like, a perm or something?” A girl asked this time, giggling with her friends at her stupid comment.

“No!” I accidentally shouted in anger. A perm? It’s natural!

“Hush everyone!” The teacher spun around and yelled at us.

Thank God. I was getting annoyed with all of the ridiculous questions. They were starting to get on my fucking nerves!

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