Let Me Teach You A Thing Or Two

Senior year? Gotta live it up to the fullest right? How can I do that? Hm… Let's change it up this year. Go out and fucking do stuff. Wild stuff, anything that comes to my mind. I don't think Ray, Bob, and Mikey would mind. They would be into it.

"Yeah," I say out loud and feel a smile form on my lips. I get out of bed and rub my face as I walk to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, shut the door behind me as I enter back into my room, I'm pretty lucky I have my own bathroom in my room. I walk over to my stereo and put in a misfits CD. I blast it, then look up to see my self in the mirror. I lean close and rub my chin, a little stubble. I smile then do a weird gun thing and wink with a click noise with my mouth. I walk back to my bed and knock on the wall next to it, I have a room up stairs next to Mikey's. I do a double knock then he replies with just a single knock to say he's up. I don't know its a weird thing we do.

Mikey is my younger brother. You fuck him up expect me to be there on your ass. We are best friends, tell each other everything. Corny? I know well, it's the truth. He plays bass, piano, and guitar. He is totally gifted while me on the other hand am not. He is totally fucking tall, brown hair that he straightens to the max, has awkward knees, silent/shy, super funny even if he doesn't say much but I think he's starting to grow out of it. Has awesome taste in music. Hm.. enough about Mikey for now.

I'm just a really weird fucking kid with good music taste who can draw. I'm an okay height, Mikey says I can sing but I don't know about that. Hopefully when I grow up I will be famous for comic books. I love drawing, writing, and reading comics (obviously). I have a light brown hair with a bit of blonde underneath, I did it over the summer. I got sick of the black long hair. See as I grew out my awkward quite kid faze I started changing my image. Hit the gym and got in shape, I was too chubby for my liking. I feel fresh, new, just plain happy. Moving on shall we?

I grab a towel thats hanging off my computer chair then head back into the bathroom and shut the door. I sing along to the CD as I get out of the shower and wrap the towel around my waist. I wipe the fog off the mirror then whip my hair back and forth to dry it off a bit. I grab my tooth brush and finish doing my morning routine.

I look through my draws for pants, clean ones that aren't ripped or dirty. Ah! Perfect! I pull out tan skinny jeans then open another draw and pull out a boring plain gray shirt. I look over at the time, shit! Ray will be here with Bob in no time. I lean over my bed again knowing Mikey is in his room still, I knock on the wall once letting him know.

See two knocks is saying get up. One knock is either a reply or hurry up. One bang is food or turn the music up. Trust me you'll learn them as you go along. It's a lot but it's how we function.

My parents yelled at us about it a few times but then they moved downstairs, we started doing this since 7th grade.

"Shit!" is all I hear form the other side as I giggle to myself, we have thin walls so you can almost hear everything . I shake my head and grab a binder or two put them on my dresser. I look at my self in the mirror one last time, fix my hair, then shut the stereo off. Then plop down in my chair pull out my black chucks from underneath the desk, slip them on and head for the door. I open the door grab my denim jacket, books, CDs then slam it behind me. Heading downstair I hear Mikey behind me.

"Morning," Mikey says as he slides on the railing down stairs. I smile and laugh, thats usually what I do but I'm too old for that shit.

"Morning punk," I laugh and finally reach the last step.

"Michael! You know you aren't aloud to do that," my mom tells Mikey for the umpteenth time. She does't have to turn around to know what he did, because he made it clear with the thud he made. My mother is on the couch sitting cross legged reading the news paper.

"When does he ever listen?" I reply as I lean over the back of the couch place my books next to her and kiss her cheek.

"Awe c'mon Gee you act like you have never done it before," I hear Mikey joke as I walk into the kitchen pour myself a cup of coffee and hop on the counter. I grab a muffin and wait till Mikey walks in.

"Oh I have, but do I do it anymore?" Mikey smirks and shakes his head no, "No, thats right."

"Anyway, you seem a little energetic this morning," Mikey states as he sits on the stool and takes a sip of his own coffee. I toss him the muffin after I took a bite, he catches is and takes a bite.

"Oh c'mon Mikes. It's senior year! I wanna do something crazy! I wanna be more energetic I guess. I'm tired of doing nothing, y'know?" I sip my coffee as I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out of my jacket and look at the text. I hop off the counter and grab my black back pack off the chair in the corner. "Mikey, Ray and Bob are hear with the Trans. Lets head out."

Mikey hops up and grabs his bag and a few comic books off the counter. I lean over the back of the couch and grab my books.

"See ya mom!" I yell as I out the front door and run up to the passenger door. I open it up and throw my bag on the floor, then climb in. Mikey waves, shuts the door, runs down the porch steps and hops in. I slip my books in my bag, prop the window open, put on my shades, then slip a Weezer CD in.

"Hey Toro," I say as cross my legs and hang my feet out the window letting the wind hit me in the face loving it.

"Sup Gee and Mikes," Ray says.

"Hey Bob, how goes it?" Mikey asks trying to make Bob not feeling left out.

"It goes well thanks for asking, GERARD," He draws out my name which makes me laugh.

"Awe c'mon Bob don't be like that. Lighten up! Anyway, hand me your schedules gents." Bob throws his at my face, because I have my head over the side of the seat weird, which lands on my lap then Ray pulls his out of his pocket and hands it to me. I sit up and open them both, I smile. "Awe hells yeah! We have lunch together, you know what that means we get to sneak out to the dug out. Also Ray and I have music, Bob why the hell did you choose drama?"

"I don't know last year I took music and I wanted to change it up I guess," Bob shrugs.

"What ever floats your boat dude," I reply as I continue to look over the schedules, "Sick Bryar we have math, we all have English. This is gonna be a rad year. I swear it."

"You seem different from last week, whats going on?" Ray asks concern in his voice. I look over at him, his fro flowing in the wind arm hanging out the window. I guess I should tell you who Ray is. We have been best friends since, shit maybe, 3rd grade? He is a guitar God, I swear he'll be famous one day. He defiantly looked different, his style and he most certainly got muscles now.

"It's senior year, gotta change it up. I wanna make my life more exciting!" Mikey replies mimicking my voice. Everyone starts laughing.

We finally reach school, Ray pulls up in the senior parking lot, he finds a decent spot then gets out. I follow suit and grab my bag. He pops the trunk, grabs Bob's bag and his own.

"So how do you plan to make your life more exciting?" Ray asks intrigued. He slams the trunk, locks the car, hands Bob his bag and begins to walk towards the building we call hell.

"Oh I don't know. I'm just tired of doing nothing, y'know?" Ray and I walk side by side talking about exciting stuff we can do as Mikey and Bob trail behind us talking about whatever latest comic book. Oh hey! I never told you who Bob is.

Okay so Bob and Mikey became friends, even tho he is a senior just like Ray and I. Mikey only being a Junior. They met way before me and Ray met. They are always talking to each other. Bob has blonde hair and a piercing on his lip and nose. I wish I could do something like that but I am deathly afraid of needles. Anyway, he is a total nerd. Loves horror films, playing video games, reading comics, basically what ever Mikey likes. And ironically what I like… and ray. Okay so we all have A LOT in common.

We all head to the lockers between the music room and the janitor room, no one takes these because they are the oldest ones in the school. But we could't give two shits.

"Oh Mikes, I never asked you, when do you have lunch?" I ask as I get knocked over. Papers go flying all over the hall, the guys but me and the dude were laughing

"Oh man! Totally sorry!" The person apologizes as he gets off of me and helps me up.

"Naw, its fine." I reply as I wipe off my pants and jacket then tug on it to straighten it out.

The man with tattoo hands gets on his knees and starts to crawl around picking up the papers.

"Here let me help you," I say as I get on my own knees and start to pick up papers.

"Aw, thanks man," He replies and giggles. I pick up a paper at the same time as him by accident, our hands touch. I slowly look up and he smiles taking the paper from my hand. I feel myself blush I get up and extend a hand to help him up. Luckily, he waves off the offer and helps himself up, he takes the papers from me.

"Thanks for the help," the man says.

"No problem," I shout as I look over my shoulder to see the guys raise their hands laughing to them selves. Ray opens a locker and start to put shit in. I roll my eyes and look back at the man.

"Anyway, Im Fr… Mr. Iero, I'm the new music teacher. I guess I have some first day jitters. Will I be seeing any of you?"

"Uh yeah you'll be seeing me your good pal Gerard over here." Ray replies as he puts his arm over my shoulder. I laugh, and shake my head.

"And you are?" asks Mr. Iero.

"Why sir I am Ray, Ray Toro." He replies cocky like and then shoots his thumb over his shoulder.

"Those guys are Mikey and Bob," The guys lift their hands when they hear their names, then head back into what ever convo they were having before.

"Nice to meet you, well I better get going. Do you know where the music room is by any chance?"

"Yeah its right there," I point at the door a few feet away.

"Thank you, gents!" Mr. Iero walks away, enters the room, and shuts the door behind him. I turn around take Ray's arm off of me. I open a locker and start to stuff into it.

"He seems rad," Bob spoke up. Not to mention totally fucking hot...

Notes

Hey guys! This is my second fan fic! Like I said earlier I am tired of reading teacher gerard. I want to read something else like Teacher Frank or something of the sort. Um yeah I hope you enjoy! Leave some feed back.

-Liz (song atm: I lied)