My Frerard Romance.
Chapter One.
Nobody Like's Me Here.
I'm just another unnoticed person with no friends. My name is Gerard Way, and I have a brother named Mikey. We live together, of course. I've been called mean things, all my childhood. I justignore them, (I'll explain later;)
Cutting? Not any more, I'm actually happy as of right now. Hanging with Mikey for breakfast. He's okay, if that's what your wondering.
"So Ger-rard, I heard there's an exchange student. As being on the ASB commitee, I have to show him around, and introduce him to everybody." said Mikey, he was sitting across from me. Yeah. The cafeteria.
Nobody sits by us, we actually get ignored. Well not Mikey, he actually has friends, like Ray, Pete, Billie, and Bob. They all know me, we just never talk. There's nothing much to do around here, but there's a lot of malls. I usually walk around there every once in a while, but other then that, I don't do anything but stay home. It's the only place I don't get judged by my hair, my body, my make up.
"Exchange from a big city like New York or somewhere. Most likely a girl." I said with displeasure. It's normally what's aroung Jersey. Girls, and stuff. I don't expect any different.
"No actually. I got a quick reveiw of him on this document." said Mikey. He handed me his binder. Which had unicorn drawings and unicorn stickers all over the cover. I opened it, and seen his unicorn folder. I looked up at him, as he wass pushing his glasses up again.
"In here?" I asked, pointing to the folder. He nodded his head, and sat up straight. I opened the folder.
Franklin Iero, Age: 16 1/2 years old.Grade: Junior. Previous High School: Tribecka Prep. Kicked Out For: Tollerance Issues, and disobeying commands.
"This guys a Junior? He seems like a bad kid!" I said. He pointed to the bottom of the page.:
Note: Must be taught obedience, and respect.
"Yeah, but is there a reason it has to be Bellville?" I asked Mikey.
"Remember Billie Joe Armstrong, my friend? Well, Franklin is an exchange student. So the school district is taking Billie (good grades) and replacing him for Franklin. (badkid.) And if we show Franklin obedience and respect, we get some kind of reward for it." said Mikey. I looked up at him,as I was leaning on the table.
"Wait, did you say 'we'?" I said. I was unaware of what was going on.
"Yes. 'We' as in you, me, Ray, and Bob. Otherwhise, we treat him like an average student, and keep him in check. I don't see how it seems so hard, he sounds just like my old pet unicorn George. Until I tught him-"
"Mikey, unicorns aren't real-"
"YES! They are. Now, I'm going to be late for Algebra." said Mikey, he picked up his breakfast, and binder and stood up from out of his seat.
"So I guessI'll be seeing you in second period, when Franklin's first class starts. Art, right?" said Mikey. I ssimplty nodded my head, and looked back down at my banana peelingon my table. I heard Mikey's foot steps move further and further away from me.
As I was looking at the peeling, I seen thatpaper Mikey must have forgotten It had all his information on it, on the back side I noticed.
In first period, I pullled out my sketch book, and began drawing out his features it listed on that paper just to guess what he looks like. :
LargeForest Green eyes, Average Looking nose, Thickish- normal eyebrows. Alwayshas red or back eyeliner on, lip peircing on the left bottom of his mouth, slight dimples, long eyelashes, black long hair in the front that always curls around right eye, short blonde hairin the back of his head. 5 Feet, six inches tall. Scorpion tatoo behind right ear near back of neck, tatoo's all over hands, wrists and arms.
This information is provided in case of any stolen property, or mysterious murder occurs.
~*~
(8:55 a.m.)
As I was finished drawing, I looked at it, and liked what it turned out to be. The bell rang, and I went into the hallway after all the other students, and slowly made my way to art. I pulled out my sketch book again to look at Franklin again. He seemed to have that bad guy image, that rocker look. It's scary, yet cool.
I didn't know how this happened, but I was spacing out on this drawing I made. Very detailed, very unique. I sat in the back of the cass where I usually sit, by instinct. And I kept my eye's on my paper, trying to see if I got every detail perfect to match the description.
"Why do you have a drawing of me?" I heard a voice say next to me. I looked to my left, and seen a guy. I didn't notice him here where I sat down. Was he here this entire time. Oh. This must be 'Franklin Iero', the kid Mikey told me to sit by. Sure enough, my drawing looked exactly like him. The hair, the eyes. Except, he seemed more tough and scary looking then my drawing.
"You don't talk?" he said leaning against the back wall. I was speechless, I had to look down, and grabbed a pencil from my pocket, and wrote on a blank notebook paper.
{Sorry, I'm Gerard Way. I had a description of you, and drew it out. You can have the drawing if you want. :) } and I folded it in half and put it on his side of the desk.
He opened it up, and read it, pulled out a pen, and began writing. Pushing it back over to me.
{Oh. Alright, just don't get all weird on me bro. Keep the drawing. ;) } He put. I looked up at mi, he flashed a smile, and looked up at the board where the assignment was posted.
{The teacher doesn't like putting the spotlight on students when their new. Say, why did you sit back here?} I wrote, and slidit back over to him. He snatched it from the table, and read it quickly, and wrote.
He slid it over to my side of the table once again.
{That's nice. Your brother Mikey Way told me. Plus, I hate front room seats.} He put again. I slightly smiled, and wrote back.
{Awesome. Same here.} I pushed it over, and grabbed my small canvas from the front.
"Gerard, got a boyfriend?" said Amber. The mean firl at the school. I know she's just teasing, or else she would have said that really loud like she used to. I didn't like her. I ignored her, and went to my seat. People around here aren't as mean as they say. More like jocks and cool kkids. Then there's the outsiders like me. Who just don't care what they have to say about us.
The paper was on my side of the table again. I put the canvas on the easel next to me so it's in the sun.
I grabbed the paper.
{What should I do. :] } and I went back to the front, passing by my classmates as they looked at me in disgust, they never really liked me, just didn't have the guts to say it. I pulled an extra carvas board thing, that was the same size as mine, and I walked back to Franklin. Passing by those people again. Managing to step over the feet that were trying to trip me.
I gave it to him, and wrote back on the paper one last time before getting to work again.
{Paint about what inspires you.} I gave it to him, instead of using the table, and I pulled out paints from my bag, and began.
Mine had superhero's, comics, and dark colours, and in the middle was my Grandmother Elena, or as friends called her, 'Helen'. I was almost finished with mine, just needs details.
"I don't think I'll work today. Maybe tomorrow." said Franklin. I tried turning over to look at him, but he was right over my shouder.
"Nice drawing 'Way'." he said looking at me now. I gave him a small smile and got backto work. Maybe he would work if I helpedhim, since I was almost done.
"Ned help?" I quietly asked. He raised his eyebrows, and smiled.
"So. You CAN talk. I thought it was just that you were retarded or something." he laughed.
"Don't need help, especially from retarded people." he laughed a little more.
I pushed the paint colours in front of him, and looked at him.
"I don't have anything that inspires me." he said seriously. I did the same.
"Well obviously." I replied, and sat next to him. I would hate to get him mad or anything, after all, it's not HIS fault he had no inspiration.
"Let me help." I insisted.
"I don't need your help 'Way'." he snapped his pencil, and threw it at me. Smirking.
I stood up, and was about to work on mine now, since obviously, he didn't want my help.
"You work hard? I like guys that work hard." he said, behind me again, as I was trying to reach the very top of the canvas. Wait, a sec.
"Thanks." I said, and I started painting again.Ignoring him.
"You live around here often?" he asked, moving around me. What a stupid question.
"It's Bellville, of course." I said, I did thetop half perfectly. Now, I'll let it dry.
"I do to now. With foster parents, it's alright I guess." he said quietly.
"Nice." I managed to get her hair shine looking fabulous. Gramma's gunna be proud when she see's this.
"I have Chemisty next, who do you have retard?" he asked. He slapped he back, which messed me up a little bit. But he didn't hit me hard or anything.
"Same class."
"You like talking?"
"Not really."
"Get noticed?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" he laughed when he said that.
I didn't reply and stayed quiet the rest of the day.
I'm just another unnoticed person with no friends. My name is Gerard Way, and I have a brother named Mikey. We live together, of course. I've been called mean things, all my childhood. I justignore them, (I'll explain later;)
Cutting? Not any more, I'm actually happy as of right now. Hanging with Mikey for breakfast. He's okay, if that's what your wondering.
"So Ger-rard, I heard there's an exchange student. As being on the ASB commitee, I have to show him around, and introduce him to everybody." said Mikey, he was sitting across from me. Yeah. The cafeteria.
Nobody sits by us, we actually get ignored. Well not Mikey, he actually has friends, like Ray, Pete, Billie, and Bob. They all know me, we just never talk. There's nothing much to do around here, but there's a lot of malls. I usually walk around there every once in a while, but other then that, I don't do anything but stay home. It's the only place I don't get judged by my hair, my body, my make up.
"Exchange from a big city like New York or somewhere. Most likely a girl." I said with displeasure. It's normally what's aroung Jersey. Girls, and stuff. I don't expect any different.
"No actually. I got a quick reveiw of him on this document." said Mikey. He handed me his binder. Which had unicorn drawings and unicorn stickers all over the cover. I opened it, and seen his unicorn folder. I looked up at him, as he wass pushing his glasses up again.
"In here?" I asked, pointing to the folder. He nodded his head, and sat up straight. I opened the folder.
Franklin Iero, Age: 16 1/2 years old.Grade: Junior. Previous High School: Tribecka Prep. Kicked Out For: Tollerance Issues, and disobeying commands.
"This guys a Junior? He seems like a bad kid!" I said. He pointed to the bottom of the page.:
Note: Must be taught obedience, and respect.
"Yeah, but is there a reason it has to be Bellville?" I asked Mikey.
"Remember Billie Joe Armstrong, my friend? Well, Franklin is an exchange student. So the school district is taking Billie (good grades) and replacing him for Franklin. (badkid.) And if we show Franklin obedience and respect, we get some kind of reward for it." said Mikey. I looked up at him,as I was leaning on the table.
"Wait, did you say 'we'?" I said. I was unaware of what was going on.
"Yes. 'We' as in you, me, Ray, and Bob. Otherwhise, we treat him like an average student, and keep him in check. I don't see how it seems so hard, he sounds just like my old pet unicorn George. Until I tught him-"
"Mikey, unicorns aren't real-"
"YES! They are. Now, I'm going to be late for Algebra." said Mikey, he picked up his breakfast, and binder and stood up from out of his seat.
"So I guessI'll be seeing you in second period, when Franklin's first class starts. Art, right?" said Mikey. I ssimplty nodded my head, and looked back down at my banana peelingon my table. I heard Mikey's foot steps move further and further away from me.
As I was looking at the peeling, I seen thatpaper Mikey must have forgotten It had all his information on it, on the back side I noticed.
In first period, I pullled out my sketch book, and began drawing out his features it listed on that paper just to guess what he looks like. :
LargeForest Green eyes, Average Looking nose, Thickish- normal eyebrows. Alwayshas red or back eyeliner on, lip peircing on the left bottom of his mouth, slight dimples, long eyelashes, black long hair in the front that always curls around right eye, short blonde hairin the back of his head. 5 Feet, six inches tall. Scorpion tatoo behind right ear near back of neck, tatoo's all over hands, wrists and arms.
This information is provided in case of any stolen property, or mysterious murder occurs.
~*~
(8:55 a.m.)
As I was finished drawing, I looked at it, and liked what it turned out to be. The bell rang, and I went into the hallway after all the other students, and slowly made my way to art. I pulled out my sketch book again to look at Franklin again. He seemed to have that bad guy image, that rocker look. It's scary, yet cool.
I didn't know how this happened, but I was spacing out on this drawing I made. Very detailed, very unique. I sat in the back of the cass where I usually sit, by instinct. And I kept my eye's on my paper, trying to see if I got every detail perfect to match the description.
"Why do you have a drawing of me?" I heard a voice say next to me. I looked to my left, and seen a guy. I didn't notice him here where I sat down. Was he here this entire time. Oh. This must be 'Franklin Iero', the kid Mikey told me to sit by. Sure enough, my drawing looked exactly like him. The hair, the eyes. Except, he seemed more tough and scary looking then my drawing.
"You don't talk?" he said leaning against the back wall. I was speechless, I had to look down, and grabbed a pencil from my pocket, and wrote on a blank notebook paper.
{Sorry, I'm Gerard Way. I had a description of you, and drew it out. You can have the drawing if you want. :) } and I folded it in half and put it on his side of the desk.
He opened it up, and read it, pulled out a pen, and began writing. Pushing it back over to me.
{Oh. Alright, just don't get all weird on me bro. Keep the drawing. ;) } He put. I looked up at mi, he flashed a smile, and looked up at the board where the assignment was posted.
{The teacher doesn't like putting the spotlight on students when their new. Say, why did you sit back here?} I wrote, and slidit back over to him. He snatched it from the table, and read it quickly, and wrote.
He slid it over to my side of the table once again.
{That's nice. Your brother Mikey Way told me. Plus, I hate front room seats.} He put again. I slightly smiled, and wrote back.
{Awesome. Same here.} I pushed it over, and grabbed my small canvas from the front.
"Gerard, got a boyfriend?" said Amber. The mean firl at the school. I know she's just teasing, or else she would have said that really loud like she used to. I didn't like her. I ignored her, and went to my seat. People around here aren't as mean as they say. More like jocks and cool kkids. Then there's the outsiders like me. Who just don't care what they have to say about us.
The paper was on my side of the table again. I put the canvas on the easel next to me so it's in the sun.
I grabbed the paper.
{What should I do. :] } and I went back to the front, passing by my classmates as they looked at me in disgust, they never really liked me, just didn't have the guts to say it. I pulled an extra carvas board thing, that was the same size as mine, and I walked back to Franklin. Passing by those people again. Managing to step over the feet that were trying to trip me.
I gave it to him, and wrote back on the paper one last time before getting to work again.
{Paint about what inspires you.} I gave it to him, instead of using the table, and I pulled out paints from my bag, and began.
Mine had superhero's, comics, and dark colours, and in the middle was my Grandmother Elena, or as friends called her, 'Helen'. I was almost finished with mine, just needs details.
"I don't think I'll work today. Maybe tomorrow." said Franklin. I tried turning over to look at him, but he was right over my shouder.
"Nice drawing 'Way'." he said looking at me now. I gave him a small smile and got backto work. Maybe he would work if I helpedhim, since I was almost done.
"Ned help?" I quietly asked. He raised his eyebrows, and smiled.
"So. You CAN talk. I thought it was just that you were retarded or something." he laughed.
"Don't need help, especially from retarded people." he laughed a little more.
I pushed the paint colours in front of him, and looked at him.
"I don't have anything that inspires me." he said seriously. I did the same.
"Well obviously." I replied, and sat next to him. I would hate to get him mad or anything, after all, it's not HIS fault he had no inspiration.
"Let me help." I insisted.
"I don't need your help 'Way'." he snapped his pencil, and threw it at me. Smirking.
I stood up, and was about to work on mine now, since obviously, he didn't want my help.
"You work hard? I like guys that work hard." he said, behind me again, as I was trying to reach the very top of the canvas. Wait, a sec.
"Thanks." I said, and I started painting again.Ignoring him.
"You live around here often?" he asked, moving around me. What a stupid question.
"It's Bellville, of course." I said, I did thetop half perfectly. Now, I'll let it dry.
"I do to now. With foster parents, it's alright I guess." he said quietly.
"Nice." I managed to get her hair shine looking fabulous. Gramma's gunna be proud when she see's this.
"I have Chemisty next, who do you have retard?" he asked. He slapped he back, which messed me up a little bit. But he didn't hit me hard or anything.
"Same class."
"You like talking?"
"Not really."
"Get noticed?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" he laughed when he said that.
I didn't reply and stayed quiet the rest of the day.
This is my first fanfic and it is amazing!!
12/7/16