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Sing It Out

Conceal

I never really noticed him until that day. That one day my life changed, for better and maybe for worst, but I can't complain. His shy and concealed personality grabbed my attention so quickly that even I was surprised, yet I cannot change my feelings towards my raven haired boy. Nobody noticed him to be honest, nobody really cared and that's how he liked it, nobody could make him upset, angry or jealous. And this is my pathetic attempt to describe this one particular boy and I know my words are nothing compared to what he really is, what he actually means to me.

*Flash Back*

"Frank! Hurry up Jesus Christ youre going to make us late... Again!" the one and only Ray Toro shouted back at me loud enough so I could hear him over my headphones. I turned them up a little bit more as I knew a cascade of short jokes would be coming my way. I wanted to just relax, school has been stressful lately and I don't know why, it's just so fucked up, so unorganized and I swear half the teachers there dont actually have the slightest of clues of what's going on. I start to take notice to my surroundings a little bit more just to see that Ray had actually slowed down for me so that now he was just slightly in front. That guy really wants to seem hard and tough, but really he's just a massive teddy bear, he loves me.

Nearing the school gates, my chest begins to feel heavy and my breathing intensifies, I'm not scared of school or not succeeding, I'm not really scared of anything, I just hate everyone here. I had to, in a way, prepare myself for the abusive comments or odd shove on the way through the corridor. Only a few steps to go and my heart was going at at least a hundred miles per hour. One step, two steps, three steps, and... Nothing. Not even the usual group that love to shut me down are there. I've got to admit, I'm a little disappointed but relief finally crashed through me and maybe, just maybe this day wouldn't be so awful than I thought.

I started to walk more confidently, slightly raising my head and brushing a little bit of my hair away from my eyes. I always thought, for some reason, that concealing yourself with a fringe would hide you from everything, that people would just ignore you. But it never worked, in fact it didn't really do anything apart from give me more and more names and judges from everyone.

I walked in the school doors finally to make my way to form, I never understood why we had form, we literally just sit there chatting and doing nothing, well, I don't chat as not even Ray is in my form so I just sit there with my headphones in blasting the Smashing Pumpkins through them. You should see all the dirty looks I get from everyone, it's quite funny. Ray has been noticeably quiet today, he hasn't really said anything and I've been stood next to him for the whole journey here.
"Fro, you okay there? You seem really quiet." I asked with genuine concern. I kinda have to worry about my one and only friend.
"Yeah, it's just that one of my old friends has been moved to this school and im really worried to meet him again, we were the best of friends, but when he told me he was leaving, i broke down, I wasn't easy with that goodbye. Almost as if a piece of me left with him. It'll be hard seeing him." he explained. So, there will be a new person today that I'll probably meet, great.
"Oh fair enough, well, I'll text you during form yeah? Check up in you." I smiled.
"Sounds good to me, it's shit that were not in the same form."
"I know right! I was literally just thinking that!"
"Fair enough! Well, I have to go so I'll text you in a bit"
"Alright then, in a bit" I concluded before walking through the huge double doors leading to my form.

I opened the door and the amount of chatter overcame me, do I decided to grab my headphones quickly before I was deafened by bullshit. I flung my bag next to my seat, receiving a cold stare from the guy near me, and flopped into my chair, deciding to listen to The Misfits today. I began to tap my foot along to the beat and pretend to strum along with the pattern, which I knew off by heart, and lost myself in the music.

'ooh baby when you cry your face is momentary you hide your looks behind these scars'

I mumbled the lyrics as the final bell tolled. Nothing new, everythings the same, our shitty teacher taking the register and making a pathetic attempt to 'control' us. In the end, he just gave up and returned to reading his emails. I do t understand that with teachers, they go through the whole lesson, with literally five minutes talking and then just read and respond to emails, what is so important that it will take a whole hour to read and respond to them?! I think about what they could possibly be talking about when the next song comes through my headphones.

'Time is never time at all You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth And our lives are forever changed We will never be the same'

Oh Smashing Pumpkins, how you're always here for me. The swirling and disorientating guitars almost sent me into oblivion until the door opened. I wasn't that interested at first, usually its one of the deputy head teachers coming to talk shit to us for half an hour, but as I looked up slightly over my knees that were placed on my chair, tucked up in front of me, I noticed that this one person was far too beautiful to be a member of staff. He was average height and to some people, a pretty average guy. But as I scanned him over, just out of curiosity, I noticed first he obviously had the same or similar music taste to me as he wore his Misfits shirt half tucked in his skinny black jeans and studded black belt, perfectly finished with a baggy jacket and converse and gorgeous mid length black hair that covered the majority of his face. To be honest, he was absaloutly gorgeous, perfect in my eyes, but yet I could still hear scoffs and the odd sly comment made my the jocks of the school near the front of the class, he's literally been here for a mere two minutes and he's already being judged and made fun of by them pricks. But then again, aren't I judging him? I just wanted to admire him from afar. Now that sounds creepy, but it's true. He was stunning, stood there uneasily in front of the form tutor. Judging by this, he would be in this form, well hopefully. Just as I think about turning back to my music to take my thoughts off this boy, I am stopped by Sir as he cleared his throat to begin his speech.
"Right guys, if you haven't noticed yet, there's a new student here!" yeah, I have totally noticed. "and his name is Gerard, Gerard Way, now boy, which one of these 'lovely' lot would you want to sit next to?" he asked quite sarcastically. Dick. Gerard just nervously scanned the room before shrugging his shoulders, doesn't he speak? Is he nervous?
"Well boy, seems like you've lost your voice. Okay, just go and sit next to Jim over there, hes nice." he said waving his hand dismissively at Jim. Gerard looked at Jim and scrunched up his nose before beginning a second scan of the room. His eyes seemed to linger on me and I could feel my face burning. Shit, I'm blushing so hard. This boy is already killing me. He started to quickly make his way to the vacant seat beside me and I reshuffled all my stuff so he could sit. He smiled slightly, but didn't say a word. Okay? To seem not as excited as I really was, I kept one headphone in to seem not too eager, but not a total ignorant prick. I looked at him a smiled.
"Hey! I'm Frank, it's nice to meet you," I said over my music. He moved his head up to peak at me before he reached silently into his bag and pulled out his own headphones, plugging it in, and turning his music on. Oh well. I sighed a little bit too loud and he raised his head even more. He seemed to notice my disappointment and grabbed a scrap piece of paper and a pen. He began to scribble down something quickly and before I got a glimpse of what he was writing, he actually pushed it towards me. I looked at him, slightly confused and picked up the note.

"I like your shirt :)" it read simply.

Notes

HEY AGAIN. Okay just wanted to say the first son was called Hybrid Moments- Misfits and the second one was called Tonight,Tonight- Smashing Pumpkins That is all. For now...

Comments

I JUST FOUND THE SEQUAL. FOR THOSE READING ITS CALLED 'ILL MESS UP EVERYTHING' BYE. IM HAPPY NOW

this was amazing! i just read it in two days! subscribing in hopes for a sequal!

@MCR IS MY LIFE



@gee is a jacket slut



@Do or Die



@Kitty the killjoy 1234



@xMyxIfinitexRomancex
Don't worry guys, if I get any ideas, this one may not be over. But if I don't, I will 99.9% do a sequel. Please don't loose hope in me! :) ideas would be welcome if you want to message me or some shit like that :)

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5/8/15

sequuuuuueeeeeeeeelllllll

Oh my god this left me in so many happy tears. Can you please do a sequel? If you need ideas I can help! I don't want my favorite fic to be over.