You should have never come
Chapter 3
...I brushed my long red hair back from my face, took a deep breath, filling my lungs, and quickly marched towards them through the crowd, trying to look as confident as possible.
I hope this turns out good.
Narrator’s POV
Gerard awkwardly stumbled across the airport hall towards the noisy group of teenagers, dragging his suitcase behind him. As he dodged other tourists, accidentally elbowing everyone on his way, he tried to think of the best way to introduce himself. He definitely had to lie, and he knew that. Only lying could make him at least a remotely interesting person to hang out with, since he didn’t actually do anything except for sitting at home, listening to music, reading and drawing. His grade, and just the whole high school, wholeheartedly agreed that he was lame as fuck.
The idea about telling them that he “plays” guitar was already off- they’d ask him to play and he doesn’t even know how to properly hold the instrument. He’d been meaning to start learning long ago, but just never had enough time to. Or will.
Oh whatever, basketball was enough to be cool. He could maybe show his drawings later on, of course only if the teens don’t call him fag for it like they do at school. This was his only chance to fit in, and he wasn’t going to mess it up. He did have to not feel miserable and pathetic at least once in a while, right? Even if it meant once a year for just three weeks.
Finally he was close enough to see the other kids’ faces. They were all surrounding a bald, tanned, buff bearded man in dark, almost black sunglasses, with a tattoo poking out from the neck of his T-shirt. One of his arms was almost completely covered in a tattoo sleeve, and Gerard noticed a nose ring shining in the sun. The guy was pretty cool and intimidating at the same time. He was still waving the camp flag around, and Gerard figured he was probably the last person they were waiting for. He fastened his pace, observing the strangers’ faces on his way. One girl in the crowd immediately caught his eye- her rather short, thinned-out-from-all-the-bleaching hair was dyed turquoise, was tied into a loose ponytail on the back of her head. Her face was pale, her gray eyes underlined sharply with an eyeliner, making them stand out. Her features were unusually soft and roundish, even though she was really skinny. She looked like she was about 17, too.
“Hey, that’s probably him,” suddenly one of the guys said while pointing at Gerard, nudging his friend in the ribs with his elbow.
“God, finally,” the other one replied, slightly rolling his eyes. This wasn’t starting out that great.
“Hey, kid, you Gerard Way?” the bearded man asked, snapping his fingers in front of the red-haired boy. Gerard blushed as he felt everyone’s curious eyes pierce into him. He never liked to get a lot of attention, and it made him uncomfortable.
“Yeah, actually… Sorry I’m late,” he mumbled.
“It’s alright kid” the man grinned, flashing his teeth. “Okay, now that we are all here, we are quickly going to take attendance, just in case some of you can’t stay still for ten minutes,”
His words were immediately met with several groans of annoyance.
“Hey, those are the rules!” the man retorted sharply, instantly making everyone shut up.
“Alri-i-i-i-ght,” he continued, almost singing the vowels. “Angelina?” the girl with the blue hair waved her hand, a small smile playing on her thin lips. Gerard couldn’t help but stare at her, it was as if he was mesmerised. There was just something about her he couldn’t quite make out... Maybe it was the aura of not-giving-a-shit around her, he really had no idea. Finally he was able to tear his eyes away, and he focused all his attention on the man in front of him. “Drake?” a tanned guy with partially bleached hair, about a head shorter than Gerard, with thick, big-framed glasses sitting on the end of his thin nose nodded slightly. “Adham?” an arabian guy, about the red-haired boy's height with dark, deep-brown eyes,which were surrounded by amusingly long eyelashes (Gerard betted that Adham could fly just by blinking), uttered a quiet “here”, his voice was croaky and high-pitched. Oh, the things puberty does to you… his thoughts were interrupted by yet another name. “Olivia?” A girl Gerard didn’t notice before waved her hand, her eyes connecting with Gerard’s for a moment before she hurriedly looked away. Gerard just brushed it off. The girl had long, dark hair, and that was pretty much it about her, really nothing to note. Except for a huge birthmark over her left eyebrow, which really took all the attention from her features. “Diego,” woah, that guy is kinda cute. He had short dark-brown hair, tanned, but not too much, a hint of cheekbones and and thin lips, along with a slightly perky nose. Spanish, probably. He smiled, showing off his snow-white teeth. Gerard wondered if he could get it off with him. Gerard’s name was called last, and he just nodded slightly in response as he felt everyone looking at him.
“Alright, so since we are all here, I guess I could start with the introduction,” the counselor concluded, putting the paper with the names into the back pocket of his jeans. “My name is Ballash, and I’m one of the camp’s directors. I am not going to be the one to go to activities with you, we have some younger staff for that. So as you probably know, we are in Austria right now, and the camp is situated in a village called Zell am See. You’ve probably never heard of it before, but I promise you you are going to have a great time, probably the best 3 weeks of your otherwise boring lives.” Amazing, he's trying to joke now.
Gerard mentally rolled his eyes, scared to offend Ballash. Yeah, some great fucking time, just like the last time he went to a summer camp, when those assholes made fun of everything he did and locked him out of the fucking cabin for the night. Oh god, he loved it. Great time, ha. Thanks again, mom.
Gerard pretty much ignored everything else Ballash said, since he had already read it from the booklet.
Finally the kids were invited to follow Ballash into a minivan, “Village Camps” written along the side, which was parked right outside the airport. The guys stayed silent, taking their places, obviosuly trying to further themselves away from everyone else. Gerard sat alone at the back, pulling out his mp3 player and earphones from the pocket of his tight jeans. He hoped the atmosphere wouldn’t be as tense later on, or it would be even lonelier than it was at school. The two girls immediately got along though, and were now chattering loudly in the front seats, laughing every couple of seconds. From the accent, though not so obvious, Gerard could tell Angelina was Russian.
He turned to his side, curling into a ball, hugging his knees up to himself and looked out of the window.
The scenery of the city soon changed, and now all Gerard could see were the breathtaking, enormous, grassy mountains of the Alpes.
I hope this turns out good.
Narrator’s POV
Gerard awkwardly stumbled across the airport hall towards the noisy group of teenagers, dragging his suitcase behind him. As he dodged other tourists, accidentally elbowing everyone on his way, he tried to think of the best way to introduce himself. He definitely had to lie, and he knew that. Only lying could make him at least a remotely interesting person to hang out with, since he didn’t actually do anything except for sitting at home, listening to music, reading and drawing. His grade, and just the whole high school, wholeheartedly agreed that he was lame as fuck.
The idea about telling them that he “plays” guitar was already off- they’d ask him to play and he doesn’t even know how to properly hold the instrument. He’d been meaning to start learning long ago, but just never had enough time to. Or will.
Oh whatever, basketball was enough to be cool. He could maybe show his drawings later on, of course only if the teens don’t call him fag for it like they do at school. This was his only chance to fit in, and he wasn’t going to mess it up. He did have to not feel miserable and pathetic at least once in a while, right? Even if it meant once a year for just three weeks.
Finally he was close enough to see the other kids’ faces. They were all surrounding a bald, tanned, buff bearded man in dark, almost black sunglasses, with a tattoo poking out from the neck of his T-shirt. One of his arms was almost completely covered in a tattoo sleeve, and Gerard noticed a nose ring shining in the sun. The guy was pretty cool and intimidating at the same time. He was still waving the camp flag around, and Gerard figured he was probably the last person they were waiting for. He fastened his pace, observing the strangers’ faces on his way. One girl in the crowd immediately caught his eye- her rather short, thinned-out-from-all-the-bleaching hair was dyed turquoise, was tied into a loose ponytail on the back of her head. Her face was pale, her gray eyes underlined sharply with an eyeliner, making them stand out. Her features were unusually soft and roundish, even though she was really skinny. She looked like she was about 17, too.
“Hey, that’s probably him,” suddenly one of the guys said while pointing at Gerard, nudging his friend in the ribs with his elbow.
“God, finally,” the other one replied, slightly rolling his eyes. This wasn’t starting out that great.
“Hey, kid, you Gerard Way?” the bearded man asked, snapping his fingers in front of the red-haired boy. Gerard blushed as he felt everyone’s curious eyes pierce into him. He never liked to get a lot of attention, and it made him uncomfortable.
“Yeah, actually… Sorry I’m late,” he mumbled.
“It’s alright kid” the man grinned, flashing his teeth. “Okay, now that we are all here, we are quickly going to take attendance, just in case some of you can’t stay still for ten minutes,”
His words were immediately met with several groans of annoyance.
“Hey, those are the rules!” the man retorted sharply, instantly making everyone shut up.
“Alri-i-i-i-ght,” he continued, almost singing the vowels. “Angelina?” the girl with the blue hair waved her hand, a small smile playing on her thin lips. Gerard couldn’t help but stare at her, it was as if he was mesmerised. There was just something about her he couldn’t quite make out... Maybe it was the aura of not-giving-a-shit around her, he really had no idea. Finally he was able to tear his eyes away, and he focused all his attention on the man in front of him. “Drake?” a tanned guy with partially bleached hair, about a head shorter than Gerard, with thick, big-framed glasses sitting on the end of his thin nose nodded slightly. “Adham?” an arabian guy, about the red-haired boy's height with dark, deep-brown eyes,which were surrounded by amusingly long eyelashes (Gerard betted that Adham could fly just by blinking), uttered a quiet “here”, his voice was croaky and high-pitched. Oh, the things puberty does to you… his thoughts were interrupted by yet another name. “Olivia?” A girl Gerard didn’t notice before waved her hand, her eyes connecting with Gerard’s for a moment before she hurriedly looked away. Gerard just brushed it off. The girl had long, dark hair, and that was pretty much it about her, really nothing to note. Except for a huge birthmark over her left eyebrow, which really took all the attention from her features. “Diego,” woah, that guy is kinda cute. He had short dark-brown hair, tanned, but not too much, a hint of cheekbones and and thin lips, along with a slightly perky nose. Spanish, probably. He smiled, showing off his snow-white teeth. Gerard wondered if he could get it off with him. Gerard’s name was called last, and he just nodded slightly in response as he felt everyone looking at him.
“Alright, so since we are all here, I guess I could start with the introduction,” the counselor concluded, putting the paper with the names into the back pocket of his jeans. “My name is Ballash, and I’m one of the camp’s directors. I am not going to be the one to go to activities with you, we have some younger staff for that. So as you probably know, we are in Austria right now, and the camp is situated in a village called Zell am See. You’ve probably never heard of it before, but I promise you you are going to have a great time, probably the best 3 weeks of your otherwise boring lives.” Amazing, he's trying to joke now.
Gerard mentally rolled his eyes, scared to offend Ballash. Yeah, some great fucking time, just like the last time he went to a summer camp, when those assholes made fun of everything he did and locked him out of the fucking cabin for the night. Oh god, he loved it. Great time, ha. Thanks again, mom.
Gerard pretty much ignored everything else Ballash said, since he had already read it from the booklet.
Finally the kids were invited to follow Ballash into a minivan, “Village Camps” written along the side, which was parked right outside the airport. The guys stayed silent, taking their places, obviosuly trying to further themselves away from everyone else. Gerard sat alone at the back, pulling out his mp3 player and earphones from the pocket of his tight jeans. He hoped the atmosphere wouldn’t be as tense later on, or it would be even lonelier than it was at school. The two girls immediately got along though, and were now chattering loudly in the front seats, laughing every couple of seconds. From the accent, though not so obvious, Gerard could tell Angelina was Russian.
He turned to his side, curling into a ball, hugging his knees up to himself and looked out of the window.
The scenery of the city soon changed, and now all Gerard could see were the breathtaking, enormous, grassy mountains of the Alpes.
Notes
Frank is going to come in real soon, bear with me) Actually, Gerard is going to meet him in the next chapter)
Woah I'm describing people who were actually in that camp with me and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing but oh well)
please give me feedback, I want this story to be the best possible
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This was actually the first fanfiction I ever read. (Hence that was like a year and a half ago)
5/1/17