Rebel love song

It’s been only two weeks since I last saw Josh and Amy, and even though that wasn’t a long time, it was still the longest we spent apart, so I was more than excited to finally see them again.
Still, before that, I had to survive an entire week of school, and with a burning need to shove Gerard against the wall and claim his mouth every time he walked past me in the halls, it wasn’t that easy. The worst, though, were the classes. We were sitting together in every class we had and just sitting next to him made my heart race. We didn’t talk much, as he said it’d only make this harder. It still wasn’t easy staying away from him, though. I couldn’t help not to look for his face in the cafeteria or the hallways or for my eyes to not secretly dart at him during class.
The hardest was art. It was fairly obvious that Gerard was extremely talented while I couldn’t draw a straight line if my life depended on it. I found myself staring at Gerard’s work a lot of time, but even more at Gerard. There was just something about his face when he was focusing on drawing or painting, that made it really difficult not to press kisses all over his face, so not looking at him was like expecting a miracle. Obviously, Gerard noticed I was staring (or secretly glancing) at him for the entire art class on Thursday, which actually led to the longest and most relaxed conversation we’ve had in an entire week.
“Pay attention to your own damn work, Iero.” He muttered, but I noticed a blush spreading across his face. “How the hell do you do that?” I asked, my look traveling from his picture to my own, almost empty paper. “Oh come on. It’s not even a hard task.” He said, but of course it was (well, maybe not for him). It seemed pretty simple; we just had to paint a sunset. But once I actually tried doing it, I gloriously failed at getting the colors right, not to even mention my sun looked like an egg. I asked for a new paper and started over again, but so far, it didn’t look like it was gonna be any better than the last.
Gerard’s obviously looked amazing. He was going for a field with a long dirt road and a huge sun sinking behind the horizon. “Did you make this up or is it a real place?” I asked him. “It’s a real place. Colorado.” He said and started digging his phone out of his pocket. After a little bit of scrolling through his gallery, he showed me the picture. “Wow.” I breathed. The resemblance between the photo and the painting was startling, the only differences were that there was a car on the dirt road and the sun was smaller (although he probably made it bigger on purpose). “What were you doing in Colorado?” I asked. “I’ve got some family there so we go down there every summer.” He said. “Now get back to your work.”
I sighed and tried my best to recreate the sunset, but it looked like a bunch of yellows and oranges threw up on a white piece of paper. “This looks like yellow, orange and red had a wild threesome and came all over the place.” I sighed. Gerard started laughing and Ella, who was sitting in front of us turned around. “Are you high?” She asked. “I mean just look at it!” I told them. Gerard shook his head and took my paintbrush. “Look, just add a little bit of pink here…” He started mixing pink. “Pink?” “Yes. And also fill in those blank spots.” He said, giving me back the paintbrush. “Thanks.” I said, feeling my face flaring up. He soon zoned outa again, so much he didn’t even notice all my glancing towards him.

And yeah, that was basically the longest conversation we had, as he kept on insisting on not talking. I was trying to pretend it wasn’t hurting me, but come on, who are we kidding?
I knew he wasn’t my boyfriend and that whatever he’s got going on in his life was none of my business. He probably had his reasons for not wanting to date me, but why was he avoiding any sort of conversation then? I mean we could still be friends, even though we both liked each other. At least I hoped he liked me. All that avoiding shit made me think he was just trying to get away from me. Well, if he didn’t like me, he could’ve just told me in the face. It’d certainly make me a whole lot less frustrated.
I sighed because I realized I sounded exactly like my step-sister when she was talking about boys. Besides, I still haven’t finished packing and I only had ten minutes left, so this was definitely not the time to be thinking about Gerard Way. I started frantically throwing clothes into my bag.
I was done in eight minutes and I quickly checked if I have the plane tickets before grabbing my bag and backpack, saying goodbye to my dogs and jumped in my mom’s car.
“You got everything?” She asked and started the car. “Yes.” I said. “Okay. Your dad will be there to pick you up…” “Around 4, I know.” “Yes. Call me when you land, okay?” “Yes.” “And say hi to Josh and Amy for me.” “I will.” I beamed.

One hour later I was finally sitting on a plane, squished between the window and a middle aged woman that reeked of cheap perfume. I was actually feeling slightly nervous. Sure, I’ve been on a plane before, but never on my own. What if something happens? What if we crash?
Although in a 40-minute flight, the possibilities of crashing were seriously, very low. I read a book throughout most of the flight, because there’s not much you can do on such a short flight, especially with food not included.
Finally we landed in Haverhill. I finally got to leave the plane and the awful perfume stink behind (seriously, did she take a bath in it or what?). While I was waiting for my bag to arrive, I called my mom to tell her I landed. She asked me about the flight and then told me to go find dad. I took my bag and left the airport.
Before I could even spot my dad, a little ball of braces, blond hair and too many bracelets, also known as my step sister, attacked me. “Frankie!” She hugged me tightly. “Hey Sophie.” Even though I found her annoying from time to time, I was still glad that she was so happy to see me. Before I moved, I used to spend every other weekend at my dad’s house, which obviously meant I had to become Sophie’s advisor on basically any problem an eleven year old can have.
Sophie dragged me to my dad and her mom, Sandra. They both hugged me and dad took my bag and put it in the car trunk. “So, how’s New Jersey?” He asked me when we were driving from the airport. “It’s okay, I guess.” I shrugged. “Have you been to New York already?” Sophie asked. “I don’t even live close to New York.” “Will you go?” “I don’t know. Maybe, one day. If I do, I’ll bring you something back.” I said and Sophie beamed. “How’s the new school?” Sandra asked. “It’s boring. I gotta wear long shirts because of my tattoos.” I said. “Are there any hot boys there?” Sophie asked and I started laughing, because, fuck, that was a weird question to receive from a middle-scholar. “Sophie!” Her mother told her off. “What? I’m just asking. For Frank, you know?” “Well… uhm…I guess so?” I said, scratching my head. To be honest, I wasn’t really paying much attention to anyone but Gerard, but hey, he was hot. I remember, this Wednesday he wore a black sweater to school that exposed a bit of his collarbones and along with eyeliner, it was the hottest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen.
And I was thinking about Gerard again. Fuck me. Or fuck him. Wait that actually wouldn’t be that bad…
When we finally arrived to dad’s house, I texted Josh.
TO Josh (16:57): Dude, I’m home. Your place in around 15 minutes?
FROM Josh (16:59): Sure. Amys already here btw
TO Josh (17:00): Okay see you soon :)
I grabbed my leather jacket and was out the door before you knew it. One of the many good things about being back in Haverhill was that I knew where I was going. I knew these streets, and the city air, the traffic noises, and the chilly wind that was announcing fall. It just felt so much at home. It was home to me; I grew up in this city. It would always be my home.
I stopped in front of Josh’s apartment building. I used to live here too. I pressed his name on the buzzer, glancing over to where the name Iero used to be, now replaced with Adams. I had no idea who we sold our old apartment to, but it felt weird to know that there were strangers living in the place where I learnt how to walk.
I was brought back to reality by the clicking in the buzzer, a sign that the door was unlocked. I grinned and pushed it open.
Josh lived all the way up in the 10th floor. When I was still living there, I used to live in the 4th floor, so we usually hung out at my place. Still I had enough strength to walk to the 10th floor without collapsing halfway through. However, in the past three weeks of living in a house and smoking more cigarettes than usual, I found myself gasping for breath on the 7th floor. I seriously considered taking the elevator, but from past experiences I knew that if there wasn’t a puddle of piss in there, there would most certainly be two dudes with knives, who had nothing better to do than threaten everybody, who used it.
“Come on Frank, you wuss!” I heard Josh’s voice. “Yeah, what the fuck?” Amy joined in. “The voices from above are calling me.” I said over-dramatically. “Into the light, Frank.” Amy joked. I reached the 8th floor when I suddenly heard a door unlock.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck no. “Why are you three yelling again?” An old lady appeared from behind the door. She glared at me. “You know it’s bad for my heart!” She put her hand on her chest dramatically. “Nice to see you again too, Mrs. Soars.” I smiled. “I’ll complain to the landlord! I’ll have you kicked out!” She threatened. “Well, good luck with that, because I don’t live here anymore.” I said. She muttered something about my attitude and kids nowadays but I didn’t hear her, as I was already moving up. I heard Josh and Amy giggling upstairs and I made a mental note to strangle them when I finally see them. If I ever got up these goddamned stairs, of course.
I didn’t get time to strangle them though as Amy jumped to hug me. “You’re here!” She squealed happily. “No, I died on the 6th floor and now you’re hugging my ghost.” Amy laughed and let go of me. Josh and I did the handshake we had since the 3rd grade,
“You’ve grown so much!” Amy joked. “You’re shorter than me so shut up.” I said, earning myself a punch in the arm. I pretended to be hurt and collapsed on the couch Josh had in his room. “Dude, make some space!” Josh pulled my legs off the couch. “Mortal combat?” He asked. “I’m surprised you even ask.” I said, taking the game controller. Amy sighed as she did every time we played this game. “We should play Star Wars.” She said, plopping down next to us. “Screw your Star Wars.” Josh said and Amy hit him with a pillow. “Nerd.” I teased, receiving a pillow in my face too. “Emo.” She stroke back. “What the hell? You’re emo too!” “No I’m not.” “Yes you are.” “Look, you both wear too much eyeliner. You’re both emo.” Josh sighed. “I’m not. I’m punk rock.” I said. “Punk rock my ass.” “I’m sorry Amy but I only do that to guys.” “Oh my fucking god, Frank, shut up and play the fucking game, we don’t need to listen about your sex life!” “His lack of sex life.” Amy corrected him. “I’m gonna murder you both.” I murmured as the game logo appeared on the screen. “Nah bro, you suck too bad at this game.” Josh said and Amy agreed with him. I laughed. I honestly couldn’t be gladder I was with those fuckheads again.

Notes

Okay here you go
sorry if this is bad i was kinda rushing and didn't have time to proof read it
idk how often the next updates will come because i gotta study and train and i barely find time for writing... hopefully you'll get the next chapter by next week
also happy 5th birthday to danger days! I've got Save yourself I'll hold them back stuck in my head right now :D well it's stuck there most of the time since it's one of my favorite songs :)
Also did anyone see Mockingjay 2? I'm a huge Hunger games nerd and it totally wrecked me. The movie was over and I just started sobbing. Like honestly, those books mean so much to me and my first fanfiction was Hunger games so yeah, that started it all for me and i'm getting a tattoo of a mockingjay when i'm 18
well enough talking, see you again next week, hopefully
nina xx