Started With High School

Well then, I guess my life is just going to be worse than I could ever imagine at about... now.
Well, I guess it would be rather pleasant to be dead right now instead of facing the horrifying reality placed right in front of me.
Well, moaning about it to myself isn't going to make it any better so I should probably just suck it up and get on with it... but moaning about it does sound good right now... screw it. I'm going over there and getting on with it.
I am going to go over there right now and figure out how to do this.
Okay, here it goes.
I stand up using pure willpower and force myself to walk over there, sit down on a chair that was unoccupied, and help them try and do something that I can't even remember anymore... was it to do with coffee? Pancakes? Cats? Oh wait. It was music, I am so stupid sometimes.
I sit down in the only chair left which is right next to Frank.
Oh Frank, how do I even begin to describe you? Oh yeah, you're short, always hyper but you can play guitar pretty damn well from what I have heard. And... you flirt with almost everyone. I can't remember the last time anyone actually responded positively to that. But you've done it.
''Hey, Gerard. Are you even listening?'' Mikey said to me with irritation in his voice. I better just say yes, I was.
''No.'' I said. Wow, good job Gee. Genius *slow clap* give yourself a fucking cookie.
''Gerard we need to start this as soon as possible. So get your act together and pay attention god dammit!'' Mikey said to me, irritation escalating to mild anger.
''Okay, okay. Fine. What were we talking about?'' I said, not bothering to try and sound like I wanted to be there, 'cause I didn't. Obviously.
''We were going over our roles, me and Frank are guitar, Bob's drums, Mikey's bass so you need to sing.'' Ray said, and can I just point out, damn. Dat 'fro man, that shit is beautiful.
Then I realised something.
''Wait a minute. I have to sing? And just when I thought life could not get worse. I can't even sing!'' I say, raising my voice slightly at the end.
''Yes you can Gerard. Grandma Elena taught you when you were little remember. You're actually pretty good.'' Mikey said to me. He is right, Grandma did teach me how to sing, but that didn't mean I was good at it... but I guess I'll have to.
''Fine. But only 'cause no one else will.'' I sighed.
''Yes!'' Frank cheered. Idon't know why he's so happy, he'll regret his decision when the time comes for me to start.
''So, now that we have got the roles down, what the hell are we going to do about writing a song?'' Bob said.
''Songs.Plural Bob.'' Mikey corrected, such a grammar nazi sometimes.
''Fine, songs.'' He corrected.
''Well, I guess we try to find inspiration from somewhere.'' Frank said.
Now here's the huge problem. Where the FUCK do we find inspiration. I can't see it. If I could see it then I would have found something good to do in my so far pointless life.
Well wouldn't it be great if I was dead. I feel like killing everyone who has hurt and damaged me. I would want to be the one to break the news to them. Wait a minute. I just got inspiration! I think... well it's the only thing we've got so I should probably give it a try.
''Well I don't know know about you guys, but I want to make a song about kinda, breaking the news to someone that everyone hates, that they are dead. Finally.'' I said. Now let the negative comments rain upon me.
''That actually sounds like a good idea.'' Frank said, nodding in his approval.
One by one they actually agreed with my idea. I never thought the day would come that someone would agree with what I had said. Let alone multiple people. Well, my day might just be brightening up a bit.
''I've got an idea for the beginning.'' Mikey said, smiling slightly. Wait a fucking minute. Mikey, Mickey Way, Michael Fuckin' Way just smiled. Well it's official. The world has finally lost it. First people agreeing with me, then Mikey smiling. I should probably get to writing my will then.
And the time went on, and eventually we got the lyrics written down. And they were absolutely amazing.
Then the probably most difficult part came to be. The making of the music to go with the lyrics.
I think I should just leave that to the professionals that are not really professional but they are better than me so.. yeah, I should probably stop my rambling.
I will skip the really confusing/boring part and just skip to the good bit.
''Done!'' Ray and Bob said with huge grins on their faces.
Then, with impeccable timing, the bell rang, signalling the end of the day.
Yes!
''Okay! To my house to try this out!'' Mikey said, almost making my jaw drop. Really? Already?
''Lead the way Way!'' Frank said.
''That was a suckish pun, even for you Frank, and that is saying something.'' Ray said, shaking his head from side to side slightly.
''And suckish is a suckish word!'' Frank said.And to be honest, he could have passed for a child at that moment. He sounded like one and everything.
After about fifteen minutes of slow walking and bickering we finally made it to my house.
Let the games begin.

Notes

How was it? I started this yesterday but it was deleted suddenly for some stupid reason.
Anyway, comment, rate, subscribe and all that jazz!
I'll see you in the next chapter!