I Need to Think of Better Titles.. I'm Really Sorry

-Gerard's POV-
"Gerard! Get your ass out of bed now! You have 20 minutes to drop me off at Blue Moon and drive yourself to work!" Mikey's yell slowly enters my foggy mind. I look around my dark bedroom and rub my hand over my face as if it would rub off whatever sleep I had left.
Ugh, fuck. I don't have to go to work until seven. Why the bloody hell is Mikey waking me up now? I turn around on my bed and look at my clock-- 6:40 p.m. "Oh fuck. What the hell? I could've sworn it was 3 o'clock like five minutes ago." I say to myself. I prop myself onto my elbows and my black locks of hair flop in front of my eyes, slowly but surely I untangle my legs from the black bedspread and try getting out of bed. Failing, at untangling myself completely I end up on the hard ground. Why me? I think numbly.
Finally, getting up I stumble my way to the bathroom. "Good evening, sunshine." I hear Mikey mutter as I walk past him as he walks out of the restroom. Once I'm alone in the bathroom I quickly brush my teeth and try to comb the mess of spikes on top of my head. I try not to sneer in pure disgust as I pull my shirt of and look in the mirror.
"You really are a piece of work aren't you, Gerard." I mutter to myself as I run my fingers over my scarred shoulders and fresh new scabs. I look in the mirror and I can't seem to recognize the guy staring back at me. He seems cold and worn out. Hazel eyes only to be ruined by the purple under them, it looked as if he had gotten punched. Finally having enough of looking at the sad pathetic thing that is me, I pull on a black shirt that has the worn out lettering of The Smiths. I pull on some torn dark gray jeans and shrug in the mirror as if that would change anything.
"Mikey, you ready to go?" I yell as I make my way down the stairs. I grab my phone and keys from the kitchen counter. I flip my phone open and see that i have a miss call and text from Luna.
Luna: Hey can u get me some coffee or an Amp or something? Anything tht has caffeine will do. Thanks. :)
I smile at the text because knowing Luna the way that I do, she can not go a day without chugging a coffee with 4 sugar packets or an energy drink with at least 8 spoonfuls of caffeine. "Mikey, hurry the hell up or I'm leaving your ass behind!" I call again.
"Don't rush me, women. Do you think that I wake up like this. It takes time and a careful hand." He waves his hands down his body.
"Well, your the one who was rushing me and you weren't even ready." I say already heading out the front door.
"I thought you would take longer."

I walk into Blue Moon, the local coffee shop, and buy some for me and a medium cup for Luna. After doing that, I get back into my car and drive the mile to the mall.
"Luna? Luuuuuuuuna?" I call as I enter the bookstore. "I have a present for you. Come out come out where ever you are." I smirk as I turn a bookshelf and find her with her headphones on, sleeping on top a pile of books as a pillow. I set the coffee on a empty shelf and nudge her with the tip of my shoe. "Wake up, you have work to do." I nudge her harder and I still get no response. Finally having enough, I grab the coffee and put it right under her nose waiting for the smell to travel.
"Mmm." I hear her mutter. She opens one eye and notices that she wasn't dreaming the scent. "Yes, thank you. I knew if I believed hard enough it would come true." She grabbed the coffee and took a small sip being careful not to burn her tongue.
"Um, actually that's a load of bullshit and you sent a text to your awesome best friend who got you that cup of wonders." I smirk down at her.
"Oh hey Gerard." She says trying to hide her smile and trying to replace it with a face of annoyance. "When did you get here?" Standing up and giving me a hug, she goes back to book stacking.
"I got here about four minutes ago."
"Shouldn't you be at work?" I turn and look at the clock.
"Yeah, but hey, who needs work. I shouldn't be working I'm too young."
"Fifteen isn't young. You need a job and if you're too young to work then you're too young to drive." She smirks at me, her brown eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You really are a killjoy aren't you?" I squint at her.
All she does is chuckle lightly and start pushing me out the door, "Get out and get your ass to work. I'll see you later tonight at your house, okay?"
I nod and give her a hug before I go. "Byyyyyyye Luuuuuuuuuuuna."

*time relapse to Gerard's work which is a crappy skating and music store*

"Is that going to be all for you?" I say. I honestly hate saying that damn sentence. I mean, if they wanted more than they would've gotten it before they walked up here.
"Um yeah thanks." The guy replies. I take a look at the CD he bought and notice that it's The Smiths.
"They are an awesome band." I say pointing at the CD case. "My favorite song is I Know It's Over. It took me a while to figure out that the whole time the guy was singing about how he died and how he can feel everything going on around him as he lays there dead."
He looks at me strangely and tries to decide if I'm being nice or am going to be an ass. So I continue, "I'm Gerard. And as you can see," I point at my shirt, "I honestly do like that band." I try smiling but it feels wrong and too pushed so I just give up on the whole smile thing.
"I'm Frank Iero. I just kinda moved here so sorry if I come out as quiet." He laughs nervously and stops himself short.
"Hello Frank. Um, actually my friend Luna and I are hanging out at my house later and if you want to join you can go ahead and come along. This place is kind of a shit hole so Luna and I are kinda like the toys in the Island of Misfit Toys. We don't really talk to anyone outside of us two but you seem fine." I try smiling one more time and this time it feels more natural.
He searches my eyes once again to make sure I'm not pulling his leg, "Sure. I guess, if your friend won't mind. I don't want to be cockblocking or anything.." He smiles and it was sort of beautiful. I got butterflies in my stomach and I felt my ears heat up.
"No, Luna and I are best friends." I reply not daring to meet his gaze with the fear of him seeing my blush. I quickly write down my phone number onto his receipt ticket. Once I hand him the number he rips the ticket in half and reaches for the pen in my hand. His fingers brush my skin and I feel my face heat up even more. I see him write down his name and number.
"There you go. So I guess, I'll call you or vise versa."
"Um, y-yeah. I'll call you once my shift gets over and I pick up Luna." i stammer.
'Coolio. I've always liked the Island of Misfits." And with that he grins and walks out the store.
Welcome to the Island, I think as I see his figure getting further and further away.

Notes

Um, this was a reeeally long chapter I thought.. Welp, I don't think I did so great on this one but like I've said before. My opinion doesn't matter. Please leave your thought and comments on what you thought and thanks for reading the second chapter.
-JustaSadNobody :3
p.s. I have dyslexia so if you can can point out if I have something misspelled please be nice about it. And I'll try to fix it as soon as I can. Thanks!
p.p.s. (<--- Hehe I think that sounds funny xD) anyways I mention The Smiths a lot in the chapter. The Smiths are an old band probably the 70s or 80s but they are pretty good. If you've seen The Perks of Being A Wallflower, the song Asleep that Charlie always listens to is by The Smiths. Um, my favorites is I Know It's Over, like Gerard it took me forever to figure it was about a dead guy xD