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Anytime you want(frerard)

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G's P.O.V


It feels so weird being back in Jersey. I haven't been here in such a long time, but it doesn't matter how long I've been gone, Jersey has and will always feel like home. As I drive along the streets of my hometown I feel my phone vibrating. It's a text from Lindsey saying that she still needs to get some stuff from the house and that she needs the key. I text her right back saying that even though we have been divorced,for a couple of weeks, I haven't changed the locks of the house.

When we first got divorced I told her that I would be more than happy to move out and leave the house to her, but she kept insisting that she would find a nice place for Bandit and her. For the meantime she has been staying with her friend.

Being back in Jersey brings back so many memorize both good and bad. The good include when the guys and I first started My Chem and how we just seem to click together like pieces of a puzzle. The bad include things like being ignored in high school and how I always felt unwanted by everyone.

It is currently 6:30pm and I'm supposed to meet Frank at 7:30 at my parents' house so I guess that in the meantime I'll just go get coffee. After a short drive I soon stop at the closest Starbucks to my parents' house and I park outside, mentally preparing myself for what is to come if anyone is to recognize me.

Over the years I have kind of ignored the fact that I am or was a 'Rockstar' and don't expect people to buy me coffee every time I step into a coffee store but as my faith would have it, everyone in the store knows who I am. I can't even make it to the counter before pretty much everyone in the store offers to buy me coffee. I kindly decline every offer and order my own. As soon as I am done ordering I have a line of people near asking if I can take pictures with them and I guess I have the time so I can't deny them that.

Once the short 'meet and greet' is over I look over the shop and see a familiar face that I didn't think I would ever see so near my childhood home. Bert Mccracken. He looks good so much healthier than before I am happy to see Him but I haven't really spoken a word to him in such a long time I don't really know if we are in good terms or not. Since he hasn't appear to have noticed me I decide that I am going to walk over to him and at least say hello. It is the nice thing to do.

I sit in front of him and without thinking The words 'you know what they do to guys like us in prison' come rushing out of my mouth. I grins while still looking at his phone and after a while he looks at me and says "Well if it isn't, Gerard Arthur Way" I smile back at him and mimic him
"Hello, Robert Edward McCracken"

Notes

Don't say anything about me not updating "You saved me" cause right now I have no inspiration to write anything new; with that being said I have had 2 chapters written for this storyy for the past year or so..... I was going to upload the next chapter but it looks like I am missing the rest of it So I guess that is a No but I will try to find it again or rewrite it. OH, almost forgot I probably won't be able to upload for a while cause my laptops has to go be fixed so yeah I'm sorry guys I still remember you just have a lot of thing to worry about right now like final projects and other things....enough of my rambling So I love you guys and I appreciate you guys taking the time to read my awful stories... so goodnight I am of to start/finish my final project for Spanish that is due in a short few hours:)

Comments

Still reading it. And still liking it :)

cKayE cKayE
2/23/19

I’m very intrigued

cKayE cKayE
8/27/18