Changes (Gerard Way Fan-Fiction)

“Great way to give a first impression, Miss...” he searched through his sheets of paper, to find my name I guess “...Smiths.” I had to agree with that. “I'm sorry, I didn't heard the bell rang and-” I was about to explain myself but was cut of by Mica, face-palming. “Yeah, that's what happens when you have your headphones on.” Mr. Sass-master snapped and placed one hands on his hip which made me chuckle slightly. “It's nice that I'm so amusing to you, now give me your phone.” he added holding out his other hand. No, please not my phone and please not on my first day at school. I couldn't help but hate his guts already even though I was well aware of the fact that he had the right to do was he was doing right then but still...NO! “Can't I just play the “I'm the new kid”-card?” I asked jokingly but with a hint of hope. I examined his face for any hint of...well anything. And shoot me when I'm wrong but I know I've seen a slight smirk after my comment which he was so hard trying to hide. I WON! I thought even though I didn't know what exactly. “Fine.” he finally said, crossing his arm again. “don't want to be the one giving the new kid detention.” he added, still giving me a death glare with the tiny, little difference that it by far wasn't as penetrating as earlier. More to cover up the smirk which was forcing itself on his face.
He liked me already, I knew it.
“Well, as most of you know, I'm Mr. Way, this is my Art class. Because of the fact that this is the first day after holidays I want to all the draw something you like to draw. Do whatever you want, so I can see what you all are capable of.” and with that he said down and drew something on his own. Seems like a teacher who actually likes his subject. Rare, very rare.
“Well done.” Mica said with a chuckle. “What? He loves me!” I whisper-yelled jokingly, making a gesture as if saying “look at me, I'm awesome.” Mica gave me a questioning look: “Are you kidding me?” she whisper-yelled back which made me laugh slightly: “Mica, you need to watch people. Examine them. Then you'll know what I'm talking about.” I winked at her and couldn't help but feel kind superior. Like I need to teach Mica reading people. People are like books and this guy over there is an open book, just like everybody else in this room, Mica included. After I told her that, she felt it and began to draw, not wanting to deal with my shit, I guess. I didn't blame her, I wouldn't want to deal with my shit, as well.
That's when I began to draw as well. I wasn't sure what it was going to be, I just drew some lines and some more...and some more. A shadow here and there and than I knew it. The picture was right in front of me, I only had to copy my mind and bring it to paper which was the easiest part for me. Drawing itself never was the problem for me but imagine something out of nothing is a completely other thing.
Some minutes passed by and I had finally the raw idea of what I was going to draw on the paper. There was I wolf in the center, his legs were bound together and he was hanging on a hook, head downwards. Behind him were two other wolves, crying and both had a rose in their moths. Their tears were forming a tiny river which led from the one to the other wolf. They belonged together.
That's when I got fucked up. On the left side, above the one wolf with the rose was an other one, much bigger. He was black and had white stripes on his side, as if he was wearing some ind of jacket. I wasn't sure whether his face actually looked like a skeletons head or whether it was just a mask but in the end, it didn't matter anyway. Of course, his face was the skull of a wolf not of a human, what would be weird. And then, I decided to add an other wolf above the right one crying. He wore gloves and a mask and had scratches all over his body as if he just came from a fight. He had a cool haircut, as well. I decided that would be the “bad motherfucker” of the group.
“What is...impressive.” a voice suddenly echoed from behind me. I turned around to see Mr. Way leaning over my chair to see what I was drawing. “Thank you..” I mumbled. Even though I'm in Art class and I know that people are going to see my drawings, I still hate it. “Looks like there is a story behind it?” he said, more as a question than a statement. I thought for a moment. “Well, his life's in danger, as you can see..” I began and pointed towards the hanging wolf. Mr. Way nodded briefly, focused on the picture. “...uhm, these two cry for him, they loved him very much...” I added, again gaining a nod from Mr. Way. “...this big guy here represents the death. He's not the bad guy though. Death isn't a bad place to go. He joins the hanging guy on his way down, supports him somehow..” I continued, every now and then stealing a brief view from my teacher, checking whether he liked it or not. He smiled, deep in thoughts though. “..and this guy up here...” I pointed towards the last wolf I drew, the one with the mask “..he's the one what wants revenge.” and that was it.
He kept quiet for a moment, thinking about what I just said, I guess. “I really like that...” he said which made me smile immediately. “...but there is one thing that disturbs me.” and with that the smile disappeared again. This was perfect! The best drawing I did in ages!! “And what might this be?” I snapped with a bit too much attitude.
“Look, you said the one with the mask wants revenge, right?” I nod. “Well, to me, it looks more like he's kind of the...how can I say it? The “bad motherfucker” of the group, you know? He doesn't look like the emotional kinda guy. I think the once who really want revenge are the two down there.” he pointed towards the two wolves with the roses. To say that I was impressed would be an understatement. “They don't just look sad but hurt somehow. Like something very bad happen to them, something that is represented by your hanging wolf.”. My eyes grew wide as I heard what he was saying. Of course, interpretation isn't about right or wrong but what he said actually made sense, in some ways.
“But what about our “bad motherfucker” then?” I asked, curious about what he would come up with. After some moments of silence and deep thinking he spoke again: “I see it like this, the hanging one, the revenge-guys and the death-guy represent all very dark and serious subjects, right?” he waited for me to agree which I did by nodding. “And then there is this “bad motherfucker” being all cool and whatever. Maybe these are all different states of mind...” he trailed off by then, zoning out for a moment. “...and this one up there is the one that let all that crap behind. That's why he has all those scars. He was fighting through all those states of his life and now he's up there, wearing his scars and being who he wants to be...”
My mouth dropped until I wondered why the ground didn't broke. I couldn't help but think that he was kind of upset, even though I didn't know why. “Damn, that was...deep.” I mumbled still not able to close my mouth. He chuckled slightly: “Well, it's your drawing. You did a great job.” he complimented and was about to make his way back to his desk: “But you...” I began but was cut off. “No, I just red out what was already on the paper.”.
Well, what can you say after something like that? I looked down to my drawing which seemed so much more beautiful, now that it has an actual story. I turned to my left, to find Mica completely focused on her drawing. “Did you hear that?” I asked her which made her jump slightly. “Hear what?” she asked, a bit too snappy for my liking. “Never mind.” she would know what I mean if she had heard it.
The bell rang only minutes later which made me realize how long I actually talked with Mr. Way about my drawing. Checking my watch whether it was really already time to go, I found out it was indeed 12:40. “Alright, leave your drawings at my desk and don't forget to write your name on the back.” Mr. Way said while some were already on their way to leave. Some groans could be heard, due to the fact that they forgot to write their names down and now had to pull out their stuff again to do exactly that. Idiots. Why do they want to leave anyway? This class is awesome!
“You're coming or what?” asked Mica impatiently just as everybody else. I hugged my table immediately: “I don't wanna leave. I have Math. I wanna draw...forever.” I whined with my face against the table. It looked quiet funny, I guess. “Alright, whatever suits you. I'm off.” she yelled happily and felt. Bitch.
That's when I started to pack my things, as well and realizing that I was the last one to leave and that Mr. Way was waiting for me with his bag already thrown over his shoulder and one hand already on the doorknob wasn't helpful at all. “You know, I have time.” he said sarcastic, tapping his foot, showing his impatience. I couldn't hold back the urge to smirk: “Really? Good, I don't have to hurry then.” I joked, well aware of the sarcasm but ignoring it on purpose. Why was I suddenly so self-confident? Back in England I never talked to a teacher like that. Witnessing the rolling of his eyes instead of giving me an oh-so-sassy counter made me smile from ear to ear, I won again! “Why so impatient? You got a date or something?” I asked in between faked attempts to pack my stuff. I wanted that to last a little longer, it was too fun. “Yes Taylor, I have. Now hurry the fuck up, I need to lock the room!” he answered, getting less patient from second to second. I wondered whether he really did have a date or whether he just said it to shut me up but in the end, it didn't matter.
“I thought teachers aren't allowed to swear.” I said, finally throwing my now packed bag over my shoulder and crossing my arms in front of my chest without making an attempt of leaving the room yet. “I gonna show you what I'm not allowed to do if you don't hurry up.” he said, stepping aside to let me out. I lifted both eyebrows. This statement was so worth both of my eyebrows: “Please, for the sake of your career as a teacher: Never say that to a teenage girl ever again.” I said, miserably failing at holding back my laugh. His eyes grew wide as realization hit him, like a train...and he also blushed which was hilarious just to see. Still, I didn't know what I kind of battle we were having but I kept wining it which I liked. I was about to leave when his voice stopped me: “Do you realize that lessons began ten minutes ago?” he asked with a triumphant smile on his face. Uh-oh. “Time flies when you're having fun, why?” The mischievous smile grew wider: “Well, I wasn't intended to talk to you after my lesson, so technically I just found you skipping class.” I checked my watch once again. Damn, it was indeed 13:00 already. Fuck. “You wouldn't do that, would you?” I asked hopefully. He leaned against the door he just locked some seconds ago: “Oh, why not?” the evil grin still on his lips which I'd love to tear off right now. The grin, not the lips. But me being me, I already had a plan. “Where's room...D105?” I asked with the best puppy face I could pull on right then. He turned around to point down the hallway while explaining the way without even thinking about it or wondering about my sudden change of topic. Idiot, was the last thing I thought while I was running down the hallway, as quiet as possible. Of course he would notice my absence but not immediately and I would have enough time to leave and find my room which was definitely not D105.
Okay, this was absolutely not who I am or how I am but hell it was fun. Back in England I was a quiet girl in the back of room, doodling and sleeping sometimes but here? I wasn't sure whether I liked this change of personality and I had no idea where this came from but I sure as hell knew that I would be in trouble the next time I have Art. Maybe I should skip.. What no! I don't skip lessons, especially not Art, it's my favorite subject, for fucks sake!
Those were the kind of things I thought while sitting in Math, not paying attention at all. I told my teacher, Mr. Johnson, that Mr. Way wanted to talk to me after class and with that the problem was solved.
Finally, the bell rang after what felt like years. Other than earlier, I packed my stuff quiet fast and left the room in a hurry, looking forward to finally be back home.
But me being the lucky person I am didn't got out of the build without running into someone and on top of that, letting my ass kiss the ground. “Ow!” I yelled as I rubbed my ass in pain. “Oh god, I'm sorry! Let me help you.” the unidentified guy said and gave me his hand to get back up. “I'm very sorry.” he said again but I cut off with a brief gesture: “It's no problem, dude.” As I got up, I looked at him properly. He was very slim, a bit lanky and wore big glasses. He looked a bit dorky but cute somehow. “I'm Mikey.” he said, shaking my hand lightly. “I'm Taylor.” I introduced myself politely and let go of his hand.
It seemed like he had his last lesson as well because we were leaving the school building together, talking about nothing and everything in the meantime. I found out that he's quiet into video-games which I loved and we shared our great taste in music. I knew I would like this guy, immediately.
“So, how do you get home?” he asked suddenly. “I'll walk, it's not that far.” I half-lied, it was far but not too far and yeah. “I could ask my brother whether he'd give you a ride home. He'll be here any second.” he offered but I shook my head: “No, it's alright. I'll see you around.” and with that I hugged him goodbye and made my way back home. Shortly after I heard a car coming to a stop, Mikey saying: “Hey Gee.” and the same car pulling off, passing me some seconds later. I wondered why Mikey was sitting on the driver seat but then I remembered that American traffic is the wrong way around. These Americans are so weird.

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