Tales of the My chemical Children
Scare the living shit outta me
Before this starts, just a quick Author’s note. There are two OCs in this, which I may bring back at one point. One is just mentioned. Lisa Urie (Sarah and Brandon Urie’s kid) and Kobra Way (Mikey and Kristin Way’s kid) are the OCs, and Ray Toro does have a son, we just don’t know his name, so I called him Jackson, his name was Keno in the first one. Enough of that, enjoy.
Ah, teenagers. The greatest years of every parents’ life. Raise their, cute little baby, which is now a bitchy little shits. It’s even better when you have 3.
“MILES IERO! YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE NOW BEFORE I COME UP AND BEAT YOU WITH A BELT!” That would be my mom, Jamia.
“DID YOU TAKE MY LIPSTICK CHERRY?!” Lily, my older sibling.
“FUCK NO! I DON’T USE YOUR RETARDED LIPSHIT!” Cherry, her twin.
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU?! NO SWEARING IN THE GODDAMN HOUSE!” And my father, Frank.
I am Miles Iero.
“COMING MOTHER!” I yell, and bounce down the stairs, “What’s up?”
“I am sick of your cocky attitude mister,” My mom scowls, “You have school today, and I just found this note in your bag.”
Shit. I thought I got rid of that.
“Uhhh,” I mumble, looking around frantically for an escape.
“Apparently, you smashed one of the schools guitars, and then hit someone over the head with the drum’s High-hat,” She snarls, glaring down at me, “That was just yesterday. This note says they want to meet us at the school, TODAY!”
“Yeah, uh, you see, about that,” I try, but am cut off.
“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS TODAY MILES! I HAVE TO TAKE THESE DOGS TO THE DOG WASH, I HAVE A MEETING WITH WORK AT 2 AND THEN I WAS GOING TO GO OUT WITH LYN-Z, KRISTIN, AND CHRISTA!”
“LILY YOU LITTLE FUCK GIVE IT BACK! IT’S NOT YOUR’S!” Cherry, being helpful as always.
“THAT’S IT!”
We all went silent, and turned to look at my father, who was fuming in the centre of the kitchen.
“LILY, CHERRY! GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I COUNT TO THREE! 1, 2, 3!”
They both ran downstairs, eyes full of fear.
“YOU THREE HAVE TO GET TO SCHOOL IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES, AND HAVE MISSED THE BUS!”
“Dad, we’re sorry,” Lily tries to reason.
“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT MISSY! YOU BETTER BE READY IN 5 MINTUES SO I CAN TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL, AND IF YOU AREN’T READY, YOU ARE WALKING!”
And with that, Lily, and Cherry ran upstairs to finish their make-up, and I ran off to pack my bag.
5 Minute time skip.
“WE’RE GOING!” My dad yelled, causing me to bolt down the stairs, trip over the last one, and jump on Sweet-Pea Jr’s, tail, causing her to yelp like she was shot.
“S.P JR!” My crazed dad cried, “You okay sweetie?”
S.P Jr licked his face, wagging her butt in the air.
“MILES! BE CAREFUL!” He yelled at me, holding the pup in his tattooed arms.
“Yeah Miles,” Lily sneered, “Be careful.”
“CHERRY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!” My dad yelled, setting S.P Jr on the floor.
“FRANK!” My mum screeched from the kitchen.
“20 bucks says Cherry is gonna reply with shut the fuck up, I’m coming,” I whisper to Lily.
“30 bucks says she’s gonna called dad an old fart,” Lily smirked.
“You’re on.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD FART, I’M COING!” Cherry cried, rushing down the stairs.
“Huh, so both,” I say, looking to my older sister.
“So who gets the money?” She replies.
“No one,” My dad responds, “I said no bets in the house. And Cherry, DON’T FUCKING SWEARING! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT SHIT?!”
I snort behind my hand. The great Frank Anthony Iero Jr, is a huge hypocrite.
“Whatever,” Cherry mumbles, looking to the floor.
“Right,” My dad sighs, “Let’s go. I have to meet up with the band today, then help your Uncle Ray with some shit, so let’s get a move on.”
And with that, we walked out the door.
Time skip, Lunch.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE WAYS?!”
I walk over to my groups’ normal seating area, outside, under the big oak tree, to see Bronx Wentz freaking out about something Bandit and Kobra did.
“What did they do now?” I sigh, walking over to the boys.
In my group there’s, Jackson Toro, Bronx and Saint Wentz, Declan Stump, and Kobra Way. Right now though, I think the two cousins, Bandit and Kobra, pulled some prank or some shit, and now are in hiding.
“THOSE LITTLE FUCKS PUT THIS IN MY BAG!” Bronx fumed, pulling out the funniest thing ever, “TO MAKE IT WORSE, THE GIRL I’M TRYING TO IMPRESS SAW IT!”
It was a pink tutu, just his size, a matching leotard, and pink ballet slippers. It was perfect.
“O-OH, MY, GOD!” I cried, between wheezes, “TH-EY REA-LLY DID I-IT TH-IS T-T-TIME!”
“Yep,” Jackson laughs, lying back, “And this time, it’s not me in the path of their terror.”
Bronx throws the slippers at Jackson’s head, which he skilfully ducks.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP TORO!”
We were all in stitches, crying with laughter.
“I would expect this shit from Bandit, considering her parents are Lyn-Z and Gerard Way, but Mikey and Kristin’s kid?” Saint says, smirking as he did so.
“Well,” Declan smirks, “You can tell it is Kobra, as it is a ballerina outfit, and let’s not forget the infamous Mikey Way picture.”
We crack up again.
“Is it safe?”
We all scream in terror, and look up to see the nerdy, lanky figure of Kobra Gerard Way, hiding in the tree’s branches, glasses sliding off his nose.
“Hey Kobra,” I call, “Great job.”
“Hm, thanks,” He smirks, “Bandit wanted to put a pill bottle in the bag, but I told her that was a bit too far, but we’ll do it to one of the girls.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackson burst into a fit of laughter, so he was rolling on the floor, “W-H-O G-GO-T THE P-I-LL-S?!”
“Lisa Urie,” He responded carelessly.
We all howled with laughter.
“Wait,” We stifle out laughter to quiet giggles, and listen to Saint, “Where did you get the pills?”
“Easy, it is Uncle Gee’s old Anti-depressant bottle, filled with tic-tacs.”
We’re cracking up again.
“Miles Iero,” We all turn around to see the deputy principle, Mr Furner, “Come with me please.”
I turn to look at my friends, who all look as confuse as I do.
“Um, well,” Jackson begins, “See ya later midget.”
“Shut up,” I smirk, and wave goodbye to them, as I follow Mr Furner.
We walk into the building, and I follow him, doing the walk of shame to the principal’s office.
Mr Furner opens the door, and I gulp loudly.
Sitting there is, a very disappointed Jamia Iero, and a murderous Frank Iero.
“Ah,” The principal Dr Parks says, acknowledging my entrance, “Please sit.”
I nod, and seat myself between my mum and dad.
“I have you here today, to discuss the punishment for Miles as he damaged school property, furthermore, injured a student” Dr Parks continues, “Shall we begin?”
Time skip, after meeting.
“SUSPENDED!” My mum yells, once we are seated in the car, “SISPENDED FOR THREE DAYS! HOW DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD LOOK ON YOUR PERMENANT RECORD?”
“Calm down,” I say, trying to calm her, “I-I know it could be hard to get a job, with that on my record, b-but I could always going into music. Dad did and he is successful.”
“IT TOOK ME YEARS MILES!” He fumes, eyes on the road, “YEARS! IF IT WASN’T FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, I PROBABLY WOULDN’T BE THIS SUCCESSFUL!”
“I-I-I,” I was lost for words, “Sorry.”
“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT BUDDY!” I jump as my dad yells, “YOU KNOW I WAS PLANING TO TAKE YOU KIDS OUT FOR DINNER TONIGHT, BUT NOW I MIGHT JUST FORGET IT!”
“You will forget it Frank,” My mum says sternly, “There is no way we are take these kids out after Miles got suspended, and the way Cherry acted this morning!”
My dad nodded his agreement, and was silent for the rest of the car trip.
Time skip, after school
“MUM THAT’S NOT FAIR!” I hear Cherry sob from downstairs.
I have been sent to my room as punishment, all my electronics taken from me, including my stereo, which I think is just cruel.
“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” She continues to sob.
“YES I CAN!”
“BUT I PROMISED HER I WOULD GO OUT SHOPPING TONIGHT! I CAN’T JUST CANCEL!”
“YOU CAN AND YOU WILL! YOU ARE GROUNDED!”
“BUT WHY!”
“FOR THE WAY YOU POKE TO YOUR FATHER THIS MORNING, AND THE WAY YOU’RE TALKING TO ME NOW!”
At that point, I put my pillow on my head to block out the sound.
It may be hard for a kid to grow up, and deal with puberty and shit, but I would hate to be a parent of the kid.
“Knock, knock.”
I look up to see Lily walk in, and close the door behind her.
“Hey, sorry I couldn’t deal with their fighting,” She smiles sadly.
“S’okay,” I mumble, “Dad still here?”
She shakes her head.
“Nah, he left for Ray’s a while ago.”
“Good.”
She laughs lightly and sits next to me.
“You know what will be pretty cool?” She asks, turning to me.
“What?” I respond.
“Starting a band with our friends.”
“That would be awesome,” I grin, “Bandit Way singing, Kobra Way playing bass, Jackson Toro lead guitar, You rhythm guitar, Cherry keyboard, and I on drums.”
“We could be called Our Toxic Love,” She jokes.
“Ha,” I laugh, “Yeah, and our first album could be, You brought us your tears, we brought you back the music.”
By that, Lily was snorting with laughter.
“WE SOOOOOO HAVE TO DO THAT!” She cried.
“Haha,” I giggled, “Yep.”
“Well,” Lily said, standing up, “I better go before my sees me in here, and flips her shit.”
I laugh, and wave goodbye.
“Bye sis,” I joke.
“Bye baby bro,” She laughs.
I shake my head, and move over to my desk. I take out a piece of paper and a pencil.
‘It’s not a music group, it’s a suggestion. Our Toxic Love.’
I smirk at what I wrote, and pin it on my cork board.
Teenagers maybe the worst time of a parents, and child’s life, but great ideas (Or suggestions) can come from them.
Ah, teenagers. The greatest years of every parents’ life. Raise their, cute little baby, which is now a bitchy little shits. It’s even better when you have 3.
“MILES IERO! YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE NOW BEFORE I COME UP AND BEAT YOU WITH A BELT!” That would be my mom, Jamia.
“DID YOU TAKE MY LIPSTICK CHERRY?!” Lily, my older sibling.
“FUCK NO! I DON’T USE YOUR RETARDED LIPSHIT!” Cherry, her twin.
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU?! NO SWEARING IN THE GODDAMN HOUSE!” And my father, Frank.
I am Miles Iero.
“COMING MOTHER!” I yell, and bounce down the stairs, “What’s up?”
“I am sick of your cocky attitude mister,” My mom scowls, “You have school today, and I just found this note in your bag.”
Shit. I thought I got rid of that.
“Uhhh,” I mumble, looking around frantically for an escape.
“Apparently, you smashed one of the schools guitars, and then hit someone over the head with the drum’s High-hat,” She snarls, glaring down at me, “That was just yesterday. This note says they want to meet us at the school, TODAY!”
“Yeah, uh, you see, about that,” I try, but am cut off.
“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS TODAY MILES! I HAVE TO TAKE THESE DOGS TO THE DOG WASH, I HAVE A MEETING WITH WORK AT 2 AND THEN I WAS GOING TO GO OUT WITH LYN-Z, KRISTIN, AND CHRISTA!”
“LILY YOU LITTLE FUCK GIVE IT BACK! IT’S NOT YOUR’S!” Cherry, being helpful as always.
“THAT’S IT!”
We all went silent, and turned to look at my father, who was fuming in the centre of the kitchen.
“LILY, CHERRY! GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I COUNT TO THREE! 1, 2, 3!”
They both ran downstairs, eyes full of fear.
“YOU THREE HAVE TO GET TO SCHOOL IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES, AND HAVE MISSED THE BUS!”
“Dad, we’re sorry,” Lily tries to reason.
“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT MISSY! YOU BETTER BE READY IN 5 MINTUES SO I CAN TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL, AND IF YOU AREN’T READY, YOU ARE WALKING!”
And with that, Lily, and Cherry ran upstairs to finish their make-up, and I ran off to pack my bag.
5 Minute time skip.
“WE’RE GOING!” My dad yelled, causing me to bolt down the stairs, trip over the last one, and jump on Sweet-Pea Jr’s, tail, causing her to yelp like she was shot.
“S.P JR!” My crazed dad cried, “You okay sweetie?”
S.P Jr licked his face, wagging her butt in the air.
“MILES! BE CAREFUL!” He yelled at me, holding the pup in his tattooed arms.
“Yeah Miles,” Lily sneered, “Be careful.”
“CHERRY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!” My dad yelled, setting S.P Jr on the floor.
“FRANK!” My mum screeched from the kitchen.
“20 bucks says Cherry is gonna reply with shut the fuck up, I’m coming,” I whisper to Lily.
“30 bucks says she’s gonna called dad an old fart,” Lily smirked.
“You’re on.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD FART, I’M COING!” Cherry cried, rushing down the stairs.
“Huh, so both,” I say, looking to my older sister.
“So who gets the money?” She replies.
“No one,” My dad responds, “I said no bets in the house. And Cherry, DON’T FUCKING SWEARING! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT SHIT?!”
I snort behind my hand. The great Frank Anthony Iero Jr, is a huge hypocrite.
“Whatever,” Cherry mumbles, looking to the floor.
“Right,” My dad sighs, “Let’s go. I have to meet up with the band today, then help your Uncle Ray with some shit, so let’s get a move on.”
And with that, we walked out the door.
Time skip, Lunch.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE WAYS?!”
I walk over to my groups’ normal seating area, outside, under the big oak tree, to see Bronx Wentz freaking out about something Bandit and Kobra did.
“What did they do now?” I sigh, walking over to the boys.
In my group there’s, Jackson Toro, Bronx and Saint Wentz, Declan Stump, and Kobra Way. Right now though, I think the two cousins, Bandit and Kobra, pulled some prank or some shit, and now are in hiding.
“THOSE LITTLE FUCKS PUT THIS IN MY BAG!” Bronx fumed, pulling out the funniest thing ever, “TO MAKE IT WORSE, THE GIRL I’M TRYING TO IMPRESS SAW IT!”
It was a pink tutu, just his size, a matching leotard, and pink ballet slippers. It was perfect.
“O-OH, MY, GOD!” I cried, between wheezes, “TH-EY REA-LLY DID I-IT TH-IS T-T-TIME!”
“Yep,” Jackson laughs, lying back, “And this time, it’s not me in the path of their terror.”
Bronx throws the slippers at Jackson’s head, which he skilfully ducks.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP TORO!”
We were all in stitches, crying with laughter.
“I would expect this shit from Bandit, considering her parents are Lyn-Z and Gerard Way, but Mikey and Kristin’s kid?” Saint says, smirking as he did so.
“Well,” Declan smirks, “You can tell it is Kobra, as it is a ballerina outfit, and let’s not forget the infamous Mikey Way picture.”
We crack up again.
“Is it safe?”
We all scream in terror, and look up to see the nerdy, lanky figure of Kobra Gerard Way, hiding in the tree’s branches, glasses sliding off his nose.
“Hey Kobra,” I call, “Great job.”
“Hm, thanks,” He smirks, “Bandit wanted to put a pill bottle in the bag, but I told her that was a bit too far, but we’ll do it to one of the girls.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackson burst into a fit of laughter, so he was rolling on the floor, “W-H-O G-GO-T THE P-I-LL-S?!”
“Lisa Urie,” He responded carelessly.
We all howled with laughter.
“Wait,” We stifle out laughter to quiet giggles, and listen to Saint, “Where did you get the pills?”
“Easy, it is Uncle Gee’s old Anti-depressant bottle, filled with tic-tacs.”
We’re cracking up again.
“Miles Iero,” We all turn around to see the deputy principle, Mr Furner, “Come with me please.”
I turn to look at my friends, who all look as confuse as I do.
“Um, well,” Jackson begins, “See ya later midget.”
“Shut up,” I smirk, and wave goodbye to them, as I follow Mr Furner.
We walk into the building, and I follow him, doing the walk of shame to the principal’s office.
Mr Furner opens the door, and I gulp loudly.
Sitting there is, a very disappointed Jamia Iero, and a murderous Frank Iero.
“Ah,” The principal Dr Parks says, acknowledging my entrance, “Please sit.”
I nod, and seat myself between my mum and dad.
“I have you here today, to discuss the punishment for Miles as he damaged school property, furthermore, injured a student” Dr Parks continues, “Shall we begin?”
Time skip, after meeting.
“SUSPENDED!” My mum yells, once we are seated in the car, “SISPENDED FOR THREE DAYS! HOW DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD LOOK ON YOUR PERMENANT RECORD?”
“Calm down,” I say, trying to calm her, “I-I know it could be hard to get a job, with that on my record, b-but I could always going into music. Dad did and he is successful.”
“IT TOOK ME YEARS MILES!” He fumes, eyes on the road, “YEARS! IF IT WASN’T FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, I PROBABLY WOULDN’T BE THIS SUCCESSFUL!”
“I-I-I,” I was lost for words, “Sorry.”
“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT BUDDY!” I jump as my dad yells, “YOU KNOW I WAS PLANING TO TAKE YOU KIDS OUT FOR DINNER TONIGHT, BUT NOW I MIGHT JUST FORGET IT!”
“You will forget it Frank,” My mum says sternly, “There is no way we are take these kids out after Miles got suspended, and the way Cherry acted this morning!”
My dad nodded his agreement, and was silent for the rest of the car trip.
Time skip, after school
“MUM THAT’S NOT FAIR!” I hear Cherry sob from downstairs.
I have been sent to my room as punishment, all my electronics taken from me, including my stereo, which I think is just cruel.
“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” She continues to sob.
“YES I CAN!”
“BUT I PROMISED HER I WOULD GO OUT SHOPPING TONIGHT! I CAN’T JUST CANCEL!”
“YOU CAN AND YOU WILL! YOU ARE GROUNDED!”
“BUT WHY!”
“FOR THE WAY YOU POKE TO YOUR FATHER THIS MORNING, AND THE WAY YOU’RE TALKING TO ME NOW!”
At that point, I put my pillow on my head to block out the sound.
It may be hard for a kid to grow up, and deal with puberty and shit, but I would hate to be a parent of the kid.
“Knock, knock.”
I look up to see Lily walk in, and close the door behind her.
“Hey, sorry I couldn’t deal with their fighting,” She smiles sadly.
“S’okay,” I mumble, “Dad still here?”
She shakes her head.
“Nah, he left for Ray’s a while ago.”
“Good.”
She laughs lightly and sits next to me.
“You know what will be pretty cool?” She asks, turning to me.
“What?” I respond.
“Starting a band with our friends.”
“That would be awesome,” I grin, “Bandit Way singing, Kobra Way playing bass, Jackson Toro lead guitar, You rhythm guitar, Cherry keyboard, and I on drums.”
“We could be called Our Toxic Love,” She jokes.
“Ha,” I laugh, “Yeah, and our first album could be, You brought us your tears, we brought you back the music.”
By that, Lily was snorting with laughter.
“WE SOOOOOO HAVE TO DO THAT!” She cried.
“Haha,” I giggled, “Yep.”
“Well,” Lily said, standing up, “I better go before my sees me in here, and flips her shit.”
I laugh, and wave goodbye.
“Bye sis,” I joke.
“Bye baby bro,” She laughs.
I shake my head, and move over to my desk. I take out a piece of paper and a pencil.
‘It’s not a music group, it’s a suggestion. Our Toxic Love.’
I smirk at what I wrote, and pin it on my cork board.
Teenagers maybe the worst time of a parents, and child’s life, but great ideas (Or suggestions) can come from them.
Kobras panic attack it like the most cutie patootee thing ever but I a sad kinda way
6/9/16