Take My Hand And Don't Look Back
Great Way To Start The Day...
Gerard's POV
I was woken up to the sound of something crashing upstairs. I checked my clock, seeing I have about 20 minutes until my alarm will start to blare the most annoying little beeping sound, so I get up to see what that crash was about. I walk up the steps, still groggy from the deep sleep I encountered. I slowly open the door that attaches the basement to the ground level, expecting I don't even know what. I begin to search for whatever made the noise, when Mikey runs into me, panicked.
"Shit!- Mikey? What the hell are you doing? What was that crash? Are you alright?" I attack him with questions as he stands awkwardly, not answering.
"Um, well, you see, I've been stressed with the new school and all, and, uh... how about you just see for yourself." He turns away, looking like he's about to cry, leading me into the kitchen of our new house. He steps aside, revealing a coffee mug in pieces on the floor, along with a pencil and a few pieces of paper to accompany it.
"Explanation?" I say, dissatisfied with the knowledge I have resulting this mess.
"Well, I decided to free write a bit, thinking it could help me calm my nerves. I pulled the mug out so I could make myself some coffee, and I guess I missed the counter while putting it down, so that broke, then I assume the paper fell from me running around looking for something to throw the pieces away in. I ran into you as I was going to check in the garage."
"Ugh, we just got here yesterday and you've already broken something. How great." I told him where the trash bags were packed, and he shot a grateful smile as he dashed to tidy the mess. I went back downstairs to my room to get dressed as the stupid alarm flicked on. It beeped once and a half before I turned the hellish thing off. I threw on my favorite Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt with black skinnies and my beat down converse, and messed with my hair a little to make it look messy in a good way. After I packed up all of my things, I ran upstairs, realizing I had to go or else I'd be late for my first day.
"Mikey, come on! We have to go NOW!" I screamed as I heard him thump down the stairs quickly. Our parents were already at work, so we had to walk, which wasn't a big deal considering the school was only about a 5 minute walk.
Once we arrived, I saw that we were actually a bit early. I took my time finding my locker and homeroom, not really caring about what I had to do since I was new. I observed the kids in my class from the back of the room, taking in specific information about each stupid jock, cheerleader, geek, and creep there is to know. After studying a blonde muscular jerk (to what it appeared, he was one), I caught a short, black haired boy gazing at me, looking confused and interested at the same time.
"Great, it's my first day and I'm already being judged by a total hottie" I mumbled to myself. The boy started to blush, as if he could hear me, and turned away to talk to his massive group of friends. A few minutes after, class started, with an old lady walking in to teach us about maths.
What a great day this'll be!
I was woken up to the sound of something crashing upstairs. I checked my clock, seeing I have about 20 minutes until my alarm will start to blare the most annoying little beeping sound, so I get up to see what that crash was about. I walk up the steps, still groggy from the deep sleep I encountered. I slowly open the door that attaches the basement to the ground level, expecting I don't even know what. I begin to search for whatever made the noise, when Mikey runs into me, panicked.
"Shit!- Mikey? What the hell are you doing? What was that crash? Are you alright?" I attack him with questions as he stands awkwardly, not answering.
"Um, well, you see, I've been stressed with the new school and all, and, uh... how about you just see for yourself." He turns away, looking like he's about to cry, leading me into the kitchen of our new house. He steps aside, revealing a coffee mug in pieces on the floor, along with a pencil and a few pieces of paper to accompany it.
"Explanation?" I say, dissatisfied with the knowledge I have resulting this mess.
"Well, I decided to free write a bit, thinking it could help me calm my nerves. I pulled the mug out so I could make myself some coffee, and I guess I missed the counter while putting it down, so that broke, then I assume the paper fell from me running around looking for something to throw the pieces away in. I ran into you as I was going to check in the garage."
"Ugh, we just got here yesterday and you've already broken something. How great." I told him where the trash bags were packed, and he shot a grateful smile as he dashed to tidy the mess. I went back downstairs to my room to get dressed as the stupid alarm flicked on. It beeped once and a half before I turned the hellish thing off. I threw on my favorite Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt with black skinnies and my beat down converse, and messed with my hair a little to make it look messy in a good way. After I packed up all of my things, I ran upstairs, realizing I had to go or else I'd be late for my first day.
"Mikey, come on! We have to go NOW!" I screamed as I heard him thump down the stairs quickly. Our parents were already at work, so we had to walk, which wasn't a big deal considering the school was only about a 5 minute walk.
Once we arrived, I saw that we were actually a bit early. I took my time finding my locker and homeroom, not really caring about what I had to do since I was new. I observed the kids in my class from the back of the room, taking in specific information about each stupid jock, cheerleader, geek, and creep there is to know. After studying a blonde muscular jerk (to what it appeared, he was one), I caught a short, black haired boy gazing at me, looking confused and interested at the same time.
"Great, it's my first day and I'm already being judged by a total hottie" I mumbled to myself. The boy started to blush, as if he could hear me, and turned away to talk to his massive group of friends. A few minutes after, class started, with an old lady walking in to teach us about maths.
What a great day this'll be!
Notes
Hey guys! So this is my very first fanfic...ever... so I'm sorta nervous about how it'll all turn out. Judging from this chapter, do you guys think I should try and carry on with it? Or maybe any advice? It'll be greatly appreciated :) Thank you all for reading and comment any thoughts and stuff if you want!
-Ava (My_chemical_hesitant_alien)
ATTENTION ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO READ THIS!
I'm the author of this story- I lost my account after stupidly deleting my Tumblr which is connected to this specific account that I wrote the story on. I finally decided to get my act together and start the sequel today, March 15th, 2016. Please forgive me for my terribly late start on this. Nothing is posted but hopefully will be soon. Glad to be back everyone :)
3/15/16