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“You ready for school Kobra?” I look up from my Frosted Flakes, to meet eyes with Auntie Lyn-Z.
“I guess,” I shrug, taking a bite from my cereal.
“Come on,” She grins, trying to get me excited, “I told Pete to tell Saint to meet you at the front gate, so that way you’ll have a friend.”
I just sigh and continue eating.
“I am gonna go get ready,” I mutter, standing up and putting my bowl in the sink.
I turn to head upstairs to the room I am staying it. I enter, and start to pack my bag. I am just using my regular school books and stuff, as I am too fucking lazy to get new shit. It’s not like it is gonna matter anyways. I am already dress (A pair of skin tight black jeans, black long sleeved shirt under a grey Fall out Boy shirt) so I have some time to kill. Before I left, my dad gave me his Killjoy jacket, ‘So I can have the set’, he claimed. I stare at it hanging over the back of my chair, and wonder if I should put it on. I decide, just to make an impression on the sluts that are gonna be there, to wear it. I don’t know why I wanna impress the sluts though. I have never had a strong interest in girls. Maybe just to show them who I am.
I slip the article of clothing on, grab my phone, my earphones, and pick up my bag. I slip it on, and walk down the stairs. I head to the front door and pull on my black and white Convers, and head back to the kitchen. I throw my lunch in my bag, before walking into the lounge.
Uncle Gee is sat there, dressed and watching something on the T.V. I clear my throat to get his attention.
“Nice,” He grins at me once he sees my outfit, “Impressing the future husband AND cosplaying as the character you were named after. Very nice.”
It takes me a second to realise what he meant by ‘future husband’, but once I got it, I was embarrassed to say the least.
“WHAT?!” I yell, rather flustered, “WHO SAID I WAS GAY, AND FURTHERMORE, IF I WAS, WHO SAID I WOULD DATE SAINT?!”
He just cracks up.
“Just kidding Viper,” He laughs, standing up and turning off the T.V.
“Wrong snake Gee,” I sass, putting my hand on my hip.
“Of course, my apologies,” He smirks, “Ready to go?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, gaining a little bit of confidence.
“Then let’s head off,” He cheers, grabbing his keys, coat and putting on his dirty, broken white (I think they were white) Convers.
We exit the house, and get in the car, ready for a new day.

Time skip, at school, 8:45AM.

“HE IS HERE! MY FUTURE HUSBAND!” I hear a very flamboyant Saint cry as I walk over, Uncle Gee not too far behind.
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I scowl.
“Because we would make a cute couple,” He tells me, grinning like a moron.
I just roll my eyes.
“Getting to know your husband I see,” Gerard smirks, coming over to us.

“OH MY GOD!” I scream, getting a few looks “I AM NOT GAY, GOD DAMNIT!”
They just laugh.
“Okay,” Gee sighs, wiping away imaginary tears of laughter, “Let’s get you to the office to get your shit together.”
“Whatever,” I grumble, still embarrassed.
We walk, arm in arm (Literally) to the school.
“GERARD!” I look over and see Lisa Urie run over.
She gives him a big hug, causing him to drop my arm and hug her back.
“Hey Lisa,” He smiles, pulling away.
“Is this Kobra?” She asks gesturing to me, “Hey, it is finally great to meet you in person.”
“Yeah you too,” I smile, shaking her hand.
“Back off Urie,” Saint smirks, “He’s mine.”
“Okay, okay,” Lisa says, putting her hands up in surrender, “I know he is your husband, I was just being nice.”
“WHAT IS IT WITH ME BEING FUCKING SAINT WENTZ’S HUSBAND?!” I scream, blushing like mad.
Everyone around us laughed.
“You have no idea do you?” Some black haired dude said.
“Well clearly not asshole,” I snap.
“Well,” He explains, “Saint here was so excited to here you were coming, that we started to ship you two, and it got to the point where Saint claimed you guys were gonna marry and be the best couple ever.”
“Great,” I groan.
“Well,” The same kid continues, “You aren’t helping your case, wearing a FOB shirt.”
“I like the band okay,” I groan.
“Yeah because half the songs are about you dad,” Lisa teases me.
“Uncle Gee can go just go back to MY home,” I beg, “Ya know, with Jackson and Miles.”
“No,” He gives me a shit eating grin.
“Ugh,” I sigh, and walk away, Saint, Gerard and Lisa trailing behind.
“SEE YOU IN MUSIC RONALD!” Saint calls, waving to the black haired kid.
“IT IS RONNIE YA FUCKING GAY LORD!” He yells back.
“His name is Ronald Regan River,” Lisa informs me, and I snort at the name.
“Yeah,” Saint chirps in, “He likes to be called Ronnie, as his favourite band is Falling in Reverse.”
“Right,” I say, still humoured by his name, but I can’t talk.
“Like you can laugh,” Gerard smirks from behind us, “You literally have Gerard Way in your name, and you are named after a fucking snake. I love your dad, but he didn’t think it through choosing your name. Like maybe Arthur Donald Way would be better, like I suggested, but not Kobra Gerard Way.”
“HEY!” I yell, punching his arm, “My name is way better than yours. Like seriously, who has ever heard of a screamer name Gerard? Names like Andrew, Christopher, Oliver, Mitchell or Austin. Not posh, olden day Gerard.”
“Hey, what about Frank, Peter or Brendon?” Saint asks me as we walk into the office.
“Yeah, just not Peter,” I smirk, giving him the evil eye.
“WHY?!” He whines, alerting the office ladies.
“Because it is a name from the fucking medieval times,” I laugh, walking to the front desk, “Like really, Peter Kingston Lewis Wentz the Third? You’re lucky you weren’t called Peter Kingston Lewis Wentz the FOURTH!”
“For your information,” He tells me with a glare, “It is Peter LEWIS Kingston Wentz the third, not Peter Kingston Lewis Wentz the Third. And furthermore, it would have been Bronx to be called Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Fourth. He is the eldest.”
“Oh whatever,” I laugh, waving him off.
We stand in silence as I get the information I need, and once received, we head to class, since the bell has already gone.
“Okay,” Uncle Gee tells me, “I’m gonna walk you to your first class, which is music, as you have every class with Saint, sorry, your husband, and then I’m gonna head home.”
“First off,” I breathe out a heavy sigh, “I ain’t gay for Mr Saint Lazslo Wentz, and second, by home do you mean the comic book store, and if so, can you pick me up a Spiderman comic?”
“Okay you got me,” He laughs awkwardly, “I am going to the comic book store, and why do you want a Spiderman comic? You hate Spiderman.”
“I know,” I shrug, “I just want it to laugh at.”
“Fair enough,” He shrugs.
We enter the music room, and as expected, Saint makes a big fuss over me being his husband, which still pisses me off.
“Hello Gerard!” The teacher exclaims, “I need your help. We are learning Dead, and no one can get the chord progression right. You wrote the song, think you could help out?”
“Well I think either Frank or Ray would be best, considering I can’t play guitar for shit,” He laughs, “But I am pretty sure Kobra here knows how. How old were you when you learnt how to play the Black Parade album?”
“I learnt Bullets at the age of 4, when I got the guitar. Revenge at 5. Black parade at 6 and the Danger Days at 7. Frank and Ray taught me,” I tell everyone, counting it off on my fingers as I went.
“Excellent,” The teacher cheers, “Do you want to stay Gerard?”
“Why not Josh,” he shrugs, “I don’t have work today.”
“You work from home, you choose when you work,” Saint Points out, making people laugh.
“Okay,” The teacher, named Josh, says, “Now help me out here, this is what we have. It isn’t working for us.”
“That’s because it isn’t right,” I sass, “Here, let me show you.”
I grab a guitar from the back, and begin to play. I barely even look at the guitar, as I am too busy laughing at my crazed uncle, who is singing and dancing along.
“So, you heard the news that you’re dead,” I sing alone, laughing alone with the class at my uncle’s dramatic dancing.
I finish up playing the song, and everyone applauds me.
“THAT’S MY HUSBAND!” I hear Saint shout, and I decide to just laugh.
It isn’t gonna get any better, so I might as well fuel the ship.
“DAMN RIGHT I AM YOUR HUSBAND!” I shout back, causing everyone to laugh and cheer.
“THE SHIP HAS SAILED!” I hear Gerard yell from the front, laughing “KORAINT HAS SAILED! THE KORAINT IS READY TO SHIP!”
Everyone, including the teacher is laughing.
“Alright,” He laughs, silencing the class, “We now know how to play the song, so, LET’S ROCK!”
We all pick up our instruments, Saint getting a Microphone, Ronnie getting a Guitar, and Gee gets another Mic. I call of the guitarists over, and start to show them the chords, tab, and strumming pattern.
“I heard you singing,” Some girl, who had long blond hair and green eyes tells me, “You’re really good.”
“Thanks,” I blush, looking down at the guitar.
“Is what Twitter says true?” Another girl asks.
This one has very stereotypic rainbow scene kid hair, and thick glittery eye make-up.
“What did you read?” I ask, trying to seem cool, but freaking out.
“Something about you going missing and your dad freaking out, only to find out that you just snuck out,” She tells me, and the whole group goes silent.
“Oh, um yeah,” I mumble, plucking a few strings, “I got into a fight with my parents, didn’t think properly. They wanted to talk to me the next morning, but I was still angry, so I snick out the window and went to school. I ignored everyone’s calls, till Bandit called, then I answered.”
“I guess having a famous family doesn’t always mean having an easy life,” Ronnie laughs, causing the group to laugh.
“Yeah,” I chuckle.
“Is that why you’re here?” A brown haired boy asks.
“Well,” I gulp, “That is kinda different. More of a therapist’s choice.”
“WHAT?!” The group yells, making the class look over.
“Yeah,” I rub the back of my neck awkwardly, “I guess anxiety can be pasted down. So I mainly go to therapy to make sure I don’t get depression or slip into a bad place.”
“Like Gerard and Mikey,” The blond girl says.
I nod awkwardly.
“AW!” I girls who heard cry, rushing over to hug me.
“HUSBAND!” I yell, getting smothered by chicks, “HELP!”
“BACK OFF!” Saint roars, batting their hands away, “HE IS MINE!”
He attempts to hold me over his head. But him being 5’5 and myself being 6’2, it didn’t work to well, and we ended up a heap on the floor.
“Okay,” I really gotta learn this teacher’s name, as John won’t be acceptable to call him, “We ready?”
The class let’s out a series of yes’s, so we begin.
I start to play, and soon everyone joins in. Ronnie is amazing, blondie can shred, Scene chick is having some trouble, brunette boy seems to only play tab, but that isn’t what I really focus on. I focus mainly on Saint. THAT BOY CAN SING! Like holy fuck, he is good.
With his and Uncle Gee’s voices harmonizing, it is like drugs to the ear. I wish I could record this.

Time skip, Lunch, 1:26PM

Class has come and gone, and I am now being introduced to Saint’s friends. It would have happened at Recess, but I had to stay back to give Mr Hades (My music teacher) some tips about guitar. But now, I finally am meeting them.
There is Ronnie River, Jaden Uma, Lisa Urie, the blond chick from music called Veronica Betz, Samantha Letty and Brock Goodman.
“So let me get this straight,” Brock mumbles, clearly stoned, “You have never smoked weed, drunk vodka or been arrested.”
“Correct,” I say, as if I was talking to a small child, “I am not a naughty boy.”
The others a cracking up, basically pissing themselves, at how I am treating Brock. They apparently just yell at him and laugh.
“So,” He says, trying to comprehend what I am telling him, “Imma naught boy, and you’re like a good boy.”
“That’s it Brock,” I congratulate him, “You’re learning. I am so proud of you. You deserve a gold star.”
“I fuckin’ do,” He mumbles, clearly pleased.
“Now, now,” I say, scolding him slightly, “We must never swear. Swearing makes you seem silly, and you’re not silly are you?”
“Nah,” he claims after a moment of silence.
By now other people have joined in, filming and laughing, with how I am talking to the school’s drug dealer. For the first time in a while, I am truly happy.
“IMMA BE GOOD BOY NOW!” Brock cries jumping up, and running from the cafeteria, a swarm of people following him, phones out laughing.
“Do we follow him?” I ask the others.
“Nope,” Veronica laughs, “He’ll be back in ten, saying he saw a unicorn or some shit.”
“Hey,” I say, all serious, “Unicorns are real.”
“NO!” Samantha cries, “THE UNICORN BELIEFE! IT IS GENETIC! I CAN’T HAVE YOUR BABIES THEN! NO!”
“WOAH!” Saint cries, standing up, wrapping his arm around me, “Kobie is my husband, not yours.”
“Sure Saint,” I say, “I am yours.”
“YOU HEARD IT HEAR PEOPLE! KOBRA SOMETHING WAY LOVES SAINT HOW DO YOU SAY YOUR MIDDLE NAME WENTZ!” Lisa cries, standing on the table.
I laugh long and loud, as Saint tries to kiss me.
“You may now kiss the bride,” Ronnie smirks, as Saint continues to try and kiss me.
‘IF ALL MY ENEMIES THREW A PARTY!’
I hear my phone start to ring so I push Saint away, still laughing and check the caller ID.
Miles Iero.

Notes

This was 2448 words long. Like I said, I shall make it up to you guys by updating a lot quicker these next few days, and which is why I left it on a cliff hanger. So for now next chapter will be up soon, and I am just gonna sleep as I have been writing all day almost, and I watched The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas today, so I am also writing a Petekey version of it, cause why the fuck not (It will be a one shot). Anyways, BBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!