Well Don't I Look Pretty?

After school I decided to walk to the library and spend a little time there. As I was walking down the steps of the building I saw a boy, maybe a year older than me attempting tricks on a skateboard. He ended up tripping over his own long, gangly legs and falling off the board, scrapping his knee. I ran over to him and asked him if he was okay. “Yeah, I’m just bleeding a little.”, the boy said, obviously trying to keep a tough face. But the scrap looked really bad, and me being the spaz I am I conveniently had a mini first aid kit in my messenger. “I’ll patch you up really nice, hold still.”, I said as I began cleaning his knee up with the peroxide and tissue. He didn’t argue with me, but he looked a little embarrassed even though there weren’t even that many people around to witness it. After I was done putting a bandaid on, I helped him up off the ground and picked up his skateboard.

“Thanks,” he avoided my eye as he apologized. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s cool, uh...what’s your name?”, I asked politely. “You look a little familiar.”, I added as I looked at him a little closer.

The guy smiled and looked at me over his glasses. “Mikey,” he said with a confidence he didn’t have before “Mikey Way.”, and that’s when I remembered this morning when Kitty pointed to the group of guys. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, you must be new.”, Mikey stepped a bit closer (too close for comfort) and his smile grew wider.

Now this is the part where I should have looked have pulled out my phone, looked at the time and pretended I had somewhere important to be. The former fatgirl in me wouldn’t allow it. She was still there, insecure, easily seduced and desperate for friendship. So she stayed. I stayed.

“Oh, I’m a freshman here. My name is Lindsey Ballato.”, I said, not even bothering to step back and give myself a little distance.

Mikey nodded, the smile never left his face. “You should let me repay you, you know...for helping a guy out.”, his accent surfacing the more he spoke. Damn that Italian Jersey-boy charm. “Let me take you out for coffee or something.”

I sighed reluctantly and agreed (when in reality I was really flattered that someone wanted to take ME anywhere other than the nearest fitness center). We began walking towards the shopping district and talking. “You’re awfully mature looking to be a freshman,” Mikey said. I took that as a compliment though I probably should have been offended. “Are you cool?”

That question took me aback, I didn’t really know what Mikey or the rest of the gang’s definition of “cool” was really. Did he mean, lot’s-of-fun-with-a-sense-of-humor-cool? Or ‘Hey-let’s-do-drugs-and-steal-Gucci-bags-for-fun’ cool? Either way I was almost sure I didn’t fit either at the time.

“Uh, yeah. I’m pretty cool, I guess.”, I was totally just saying words. Like a script out of a movie with no feeling. But I guess I sounded pretty convincing because he stopped and smiled.

“Then I’ll introduce you to the rest of the gang.”, he pulled out his cellphone and began dialing who I guessed was his brother. “Hey, what’s up? Its Mikey, I got a new friend I want you to meet.”

Notes

Okay, so once again, Gerard isn't really in this chapter, but he will be in the next!

Thank you for all the reads, votes and subs!