Agh, I Guess You COULD Call This A "Fanfiction".....

Your guardian(s) had been yapping about the new home in Belleville New Jersey. You pay no goddamn attention, and listen to your favorite artist through a pair of ear buds. But, still, you can't imagine living away from your old home. It contained memories, remnants of what was left behind. Your school was switched, for better or for worse. You didn't really care, you were too awesome for that. You're like a sandy desert road: you follow your own path, and when yours seems to fade away, you carve out a newer and extended path.

Hopping out of your car, you can't help but notice the neighbors crossing their lawn to reach yours. One was a woman, tall with cream colored skin. Behind her followed a vaguely interested teenage boy with striking black hair. Hazel orbs illuminated from his unnaturally(yet attractive) porcelain skin. Artistically shaped lips frowned slightly, in a don't-give-a-shit kind of fashion. Beside him was a taller teenager, thick rimmed glasses over brown hazel eyes. The taller one is wearing a Miss May I tee and black jeans, black dress shoes. The shorter, paler one was wearing a Pixies tee and light blue jeans, black converse.

The woman, you supposed was the mother, smiled. "Welcome to Belleville!"

You nod appreciatively and keep your eyes on the shorter son. She continued to blab on. "My name is Donna Way, my husband's inside, his name is Donald. This," she gripped at the taller son, startling him, his dirty blond hair spiking up in fright. You laugh. " is my son Michael." Michael reaches a hand out, and you shake it hesitantly.

"Call me Mikey," he laughs. His voice was strong, yet soft. Strange how those things go together.

You say hello and introduce yourself. The other teenager eyes his surroundings instead of examining you. His mother grinned again. "This guy's the rebel type," she comments, but you could see his lips arguing with a mute "fuck no" which Donna seemed to pay little attention to. "He likes music, art, comic books. His name is Gerard, and I think the three of you will have a great time together!!"

Your guardian(s) and you unanimously agree that Donna spoke an awful lot, and had even asked your family to visit for dinner. You want to decline, this Gerard guy is a bit of an introvert. But, the Ways insisted.

Hours passed, and you find yourself sitting down at the Way's table, right by Gerard. Strangely enough, Mikey and Gerard were not the only teens there. One buff blonde guy with an epic fringe was there, and next to him was a guy with a fro plus a guy with tattoos and brown hair. You look around the table to see that the table was just teenagers. You ask where the adults went.

"The other table," Mikey replies, then turns to Gerard, who was stabbing at his food. "Gee, why won't you eat already?" You giggle at the nick name.

" I want coffee," his voice booms, a NJ accent clear. You suddenly argue that you want coffee too. The fro man says, "Coffee sounds nice." Mikey clears his throat. "Ray, shush."

The buff fringe guy yawns. "So are we going to Starbucks or not?"

"Where else, Bobzilla?" Gerard booms again, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Let's go! He gathers everyone, and smiles to the tattooed guy. "C'mon Frank."

You walk down the road by everyone, but Frank, Bob, and Ray are pretty fast. Mikey realized his weakness in athletic encounters and started to ride on a scooter like a second grader or something. You are left by Gerard, who lazily dragged himself across the path.

Out of a sudden, he speaks. "What's your name again?" You repeat it, and he glares at you again. "Hope you know what you're in for here in Belleville. Fucking retards, I'll say."

You tell him that's not true. Well, he wasn't a retard. "Um, thanks I guess."

You don't speak, and he continues. "I'm sorry for being such a son of a bitch." You say it's no big deal, but he stops you. "No, I glared, I stared. I'm so sorry."

You let it go, but he refuses to. "My life hasn't been all rose petals and shit, I'm faceless, nameless, without a personality...." he sighs. "And when I saw you, you were so amazing, so real. Maybe I was jealous or shit. I don't have opinions, at least not anymore."

You tell him it's all right. " I spent my high school career pushed and shoved to agree...and when you spoke, I could hear originality. You had your own opinions, you are yourself, and I'm envious."

You start to discuss bands, and art, and books, and movies. Turns out you guys are almost exactly alike. " Fuck, you are amazing."

You smile. You guys head to Starbucks and end up ordering the same exact thing. When you meet up with the rest of the guys, it's time to leave. You say goodbye to Gerard. He happily yells, "Okay, bye, see you in school!" That was the happiest you've ever seen him.

Notes

new chapter c: