Lost

“Slut!” Fall exclaimed as she exhaled the smoke she held in her lungs.

I rolled my eyes as I took the joint and said, “Shut up. You're just mad because you weren't smart enough to bring your stash with you.” I took a long and refreshing inhale of the j.

Fall snatched the joint out of my hand. She took a long drag before blowing it out and handing it back to me. “I thought mom and dad were gonna check our stuff, so I blew up the last of it before I could get caught with it.”

I took the stump of the blunt out of her hand and took the last puff. I threw it on the ground and stomped on it like a cigarette. “I got a whole bunch that Josh gave me before I left; as a 'goodbye' present.”

Fall laughed as she said, “He wanted in your pants so fucking badly.”

“Eh-” I shrugged my shoulders “-I don't care. I got free weed from the best dealer in California and we both know that motherfucker had some great shit, too.”

We made our way from behind the trees and bushes in our backyard. I know, the most secretive place to smoke weed, right? Fall went on about that glasses kid yesterday. She told me about how cute he was and how shy he was. I just listened and held the urge to roll my eyes at her until they fell out and rolled around the floor, still like 'What the fuck Fall?'

We stood together at the bus stop waiting for the bus to go to our first day of Belleville High! Oh joyous day. Someone do a dance for me in the honor of school in this place. Please, make it fucking rain up in this shit.

I almost had a heart attack as I heard a loud horn honked right next to us. I jumped up and yelled, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

Fall had her hand on her chest as I looked over. “The fuck?” she asked nobody in particular.

The black, two door Honda pulled up in front of us. The window rolled down and there was a storm of laughter being thrown our way from the car. I dropped my guard as soon as I saw the gorgeous face of Gerard in the drivers seat. Fall squealed when she saw Mikey in the passengers seat.

“You guys-” Mikey laughed “-holy shit. That was awesome.”

“No it wasn't!” I said, holding back a smile. “It was your idea wasn't it!?” I playfully yelled at Gerard.

He pretended to be hurt and said, “Why would you ever think that?” I intensely stared at him and we began to laugh. Gerard calmed down and asked, “Want a ride?”

“I don't know,” Fall started, “I don't take rides from strangers.”

I lightly pushed and said, “Jesus, how fucking baked are you? It's better than the bus.”

Gerard smiled over at me as I jumped into the backseat. I scooted over in the middle as Fall jumped in next to me. Mikey and Gerard rolled up their windows before blaring some Smashing Pumpkins. We all obnoxiously sang to the familiar lyrics like we're rockstars.

We pulled up to small house after ten minutes of driving and Mikey threw us a smile before saying, “We gotta pick up our other friend. Be right back.”

I nodded along with Fall as Mikey jumped out of the car. I took the opportunity to spray myself with perfume. I dug it out of my bag and sprayed myself twice; Fall sprayed three times. Gerard pretended to make coughing sounds.

“Oh, hush,” I told him. “You're smoking!”

Gerard laughed and said, “Yeah, not weed!” He waved his half-way smoked Marlboro Red 100's at me

“Whatever-” I smiled at him “-you smell bad, too.”

Before Gerard could respond, I threw myself forward in the car. I hung my hand on his shoulder and pulled him back slightly. Gerard began to laugh as I brought the bottle of perfume that was in my free hand towards him. I quickly sprayed him over five times.

“Ew!” Gerard exclaimed. “It smells like cheap California girls!”

“Hey! Fuck you! I am not cheap!” I laughed.

I began to sit back into my seat until I fell onto someones lap. I immediately thought it was Fall's lap, but as soon as I turned over, I wasn't in her lap. I whipped my head from Fall's shocked expression to a familiar faces expression.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed at the confused hazel eyed boy. “It's the host from the other night!”

The host from the other night sat awkwardly as I was in his lap. “Uh, hi,” was all he said.

I moved out of his lap as I said, “Sorry.”

Mikey jumped in the passenger seat and turned to us. “Guys, this is our friend, Frank.” Mikey grinned at us. “Frank, this is our new neighbors... This is Fall-” he pointed to my older sister “-and this is Winter.”

Frank looked over at us and smiled. “Winter and Fall? Interesting names.” He almost sounded sarcastic.

“Yeah,” I started, “the best part is my middle name is December. So, Winter December. But I was born in the summer and in June... which I find to be weird.” Obviously I wasn't born then.

Fall laughed and said, “Don't be a smartass.”

I whined. “But Fall October!”

She whipped her head and said, “Not now, mom.” at my use of her middle name. I grinned.

Mikey laughed and said, “You have some crazy cool parents. I wish I had an interesting name like that.”

“It's fucking retarded,” I said.

“Not really,” Frank pipped up. “I think it's creative.”

“You got a normal name,” I pointed out, “be happy you aren't a junior or something and you get called 'Bubba.'”

Frank laughed heavily and said, “I am a junior, actually. Technically, I'm a third of Frank's.”

I rolled my eyes. “Way to make me feel like a jerk.”

“Mission accomplished,” Frank said.

I engulfed in laughter as I said, “Good job, Mr. Bond... or should I say Bubba.”

Frank smirked at me and said, “Whatever... Wiener.”

Fall roared with laughter as she said, “No way! He just called you Wiener!”

Frank and I held a long, glare-filled stare until Mikey laughed at us, bringing us out of staring competition. I caught eyes with Gerard in the drivers seat from the rear view mirror and blushed. I kind of felt like an idiot all of a sudden. Gerard and I met eyes one more time and I looked away, pretending that nothing had happened.

Gerard is fucking beautiful. Like, he's the whole definition of just downright gorgeous. Not to mention that he's a genuinely nice guy, he's into art, horror movies, and just about everything else that I like, too. I can see myself falling for him.

We pulled up to the school and piled out of the car like it was it was infested with a disease. I walked passed the drivers window and Gerard grinned out at me. I stopped and leaned down towards him.

“Still on for today?” He asked.

“No doubt,” I told him.

Gerard smirked and oh my gosh, I melted inside. “Alright, I'll be here for you guys after school,” Gerard said to the three idiots standing behind me. He leaned over and said, “Bye, Winter.”

I waved and turned my heel to walk with Fall, Mikey, and Frank. We departed as soon as we hit the main offices inside the building. Fall and myself walked into the office to get our new class schedules. Ugh. I felt like crawling into a hole and wishing that I would never come out.

As soon as we got out schedules, we compared our classes. We only had two together, and I frowned. There was nine periods in a day, and all I have with Fall is two? We'll have Algebra II and lunch together. I got excited at least knowing we'll be together in lunch.

She engulfed me in a hug and pretended to cry. “My baby!” she exclaimed. “I'll miss ya.”

“Miss you too,” I told her and she blew a kiss.

I pretended to catch it and made it to first period Chemistry A with Mr. Mugs. His last name made me think of coffee and I scrunched up my nose; ew, coffee. I swear to fucking God that it was a small journey in its self just to find the fucking classroom. I felt like some Indiana Jones shit was going on up in this school and I was getting the holy grail.

I walked into the Chem A room and was greeted with a rather young looking guy. He looked fresh out of college and he was pretty cute. The first thing I thought was that I'd let him bend me over a table any time. I gave him a small smile and wave as I walked up to the desk. We met and shook hands for a brief second. He gave me a new textbook and a packet of notes on what we're doing at the moment.

Mugs told me I was sitting in the back next to some kid with the last name Iero. It was the last seat in the last row; this class was suppose to be a completely filled one. I made my way to the seat and sat down. There was about fifteen desks in the classroom, but each of them were long and could support two students at a time. They were double desks.

I waited for the bell and all the kids piled in the classroom like there was someone with a gun pointing at them and this was their get away run. I almost took a load in my pants when I looked over to the kid who sat next to me. It was the host from the other night and none other than Frank. I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes for a brief seconds. Hm, Frank Iero. Nice name, I guess.

“The fuck?” I heard him ask out loud; maybe he was asking his self.

I quickly opened my eyes and said, “Bubba Iero. Nice name.”

Frank rolled his eyes and said, “Wiener... I don't even know your last name.”

“Good,” I plainly said.

Class started up and after explaining the whole lesson to us, Mugs brought the attention to me. The shiny new toy it almost seemed like. All the kids in the classroom whipped their heads at me like I was standing there nude.

“Tell us about yourself,” Mugs said.

I bit my lip in thought and responded with, “Like what?”

Mugs laughed and smirked a little. “Like... your name? Where you're from?”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, I'm Winter Storm-” I heard some kids hum in satisfaction of my name “-I'm from California. Almost ten minutes away from Hollywood.”

Almost instantly, Frank giggled a little. I heard him lightly whisper, “Wiener Storm... nice name.” like he was mocking me.

Mugs smiled at me and told me to go on and take a seat. I sat down next to Frank's shit-eating grin that he was giving me. I rolled my eyes at him as Mugs handed out a paper for us to work on together with our desk mate.

Frank groaned out about the paper and I said, “Aw, Bubba doesn't know how to do Chemistry?”

“Fuck off, Wiener.” Frank grimaced.

We worked on the paper for a good twenty minutes before turning it in. Actually, it was more like of me working on it while Frank complained about it the whole time. Then, when it came to turning it in, he complained that his legs hurt and I turned it in for us.

I sat back down in my seat and leaned back into it. I crossed my arms and closed my eyes. I sighed and felt the urge to go to sleep. I really wanted to go home and just sleep. This school shit was getting old already and it's barely reached second period.

“Good idea, Miss Wiener,” Frank said as he placed his head on my shoulder.

I jerked away as I said, “What the fuck!”

Frank giggled again and said, “Jesus Christ, didn't realize you were 'Miss Touch Me Not.'”

I lightly shoved him in the shoulder. “I'm not like that at all; I just don't want you touching me.”

“Why not?” He asked. “I'm clean.”

I roared with laughter and tried to contain it. “Bubba Iero, have you heard of cooties?” I asked.

Frank knitted his eyebrows together and responded, “No shit, Wiener.”

“Okay,” I started out, “good. Then stay over there, away from me, with your cooties.”

He made a questionable face as I leaned over to the opposite away from him in my chair. I brought my foot up and placed my foot on the side of his chair. I pushed him away about a few inches away and dropped my foot to the floor. Frank only giggled.

The bell ranged and I picked up my books swiftly as Frank got his. I smirked and said, “Bye, Bubba.”

“See ya later, Wiener,” Frank threw me back the same smirk.

The second period went by in a blur. I love this class; it's my ceramics class. I love pottery and clay so fucking much. I could honestly sit here for days making pots, plates, bowels, and mugs or just anything on the wheel. I made two eight pound pots today. I was quite proud of myself. I think my art teacher got a boner when he saw what I accomplished.

Third periods bell rang and I darted off for Algebra II. I couldn't get there quick enough. I was so excited to finally be able to have a class with Fall. I made my way to the math hallway and as I was about to dart into the door, I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me back.

“'Sup, Wiener,” Frank said.

I groaned as I turned to look at him and said, “I can't get rid of you.”

“You're saying it like it's a bad thing.” Frank grinned.

I broke off our hold and said, “Go to class, Bubs.”

Frank giggled and said, “Funny, I'm already here.”

I almost flipped him off. I darted into the classroom before he could say anything. I talked to the teacher quickly and she told me to go in the back to sit with my sister. I almost died right then and there. My body shook with excitement.

I jumped on her while she sat down and gave her a hug. “I missed you, babe,” she said.

I laughed and said, “Me too. I've been dealing with fucking Bubba all day.”

“Bubba...?” Fall asked herself. She chuckled and said, “Oh, you mean Frank.”

I rolled my eyes at the tone of voice she used his name in. “Yeah, that freaking weirdo.”

“That hurts,” Frank said from behind me. “Right here.” He pointed to his heart.

I stood up and walked over to my seat right next to my sister. I didn't see Frank move or anything. I did though, hear him shuffle around his crap until the bell had rang. Frank came into view and moved forward a bit to his seat and I sighed with relief thinking he was gonna sit somewhere up in the front until he changed his route.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” I whispered harshly as he sat down in the seat in front of me.

Frank turned towards me and gave me that evil grin. “Wiener, this is my seat,” he whispered back.

I went to go say something and Frank put up his finger for me to shh. I looked like a fish out of water with my eyes bugging out and my mouth agape. Frank grinned again before he turned around and shuffled with his crap again. I stared daggers so hard into the back of his head that I was waiting for him to drop of being stabbed with my looks.

I looked over at Fall who looked like she was about to die of laughter. She had a horrible smirk plastered on her face like she just stole something. She was trying not to get caught in a fit of giggles, obviously.

The class went on for about twenty minutes of notes and I was thinking about ways to make myself pass out just so I could get home. I was in the middle of counting how many breaths I could hold before I knocked out cold when Frank turned around and placed a neatly folded piece of notebook paper right in front of me. He swiftly turned around before I could say anything. I opened it quickly to see what it said.

Wiener Dog! I was thinking, we could hang out after school today and smoke? Don't deny the weed usage, either. I smelled it on you this morning.

I bit my lip and rolled my eyes at the usage of my 'nickname.' I clicked my pen out and jotted a quick answer.

Another time, Bubba Sparks. I have plans today already.

I folded the note neatly back how Frank had it and I shoved it into his hood of his hoodie. Frank turned around and gave me a playful glare before he yanked the note oh-so swiftly from his hood. I stared more daggers into the back of his head. There's no way I would hang out with him. Frank quickly placed the note on my desk when the teacher wasn't looking.

You're lame. Maybe tomorrow, eh?

I once again, rolled my eyes. I've been doing this a lot lately around Frank. I was about to respond when I heard Fall clear her throat next to me to get my attention. I looked over and she gave me that look. I bugged my eyes out and mouthed 'no.' She playfully rolled her eyes and directed her attention away from me. I quickly wrote back.

Not as lame as you, Bubs. Maybe, we'll find out.

I stuffed the note down his shirt this time and settled back into my seat with a shit grin plastered across it. Before he could get the note out, the bell rang. Fall and I shuffled out of the room to go to lunch. We find Mikey along with only one other guy. He introduced him to us as being Ray; he was very sweet and nice. He also has a cool afro.

About midway into lunch, guess who showed up? You guess it, fucking Frank. He stumbled into the lunch room looking like he just snorted a line of fucking cocaine. In lame terms, he looked higher than a fucking kite.

“My Wiener!” Frank exclaimed.

I only rolled my eyes as Ray said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” We all laughed as Frank playfully bit his lip and smiled.

After lunch rolled by, I made my way to my study hall. It was in the large study hall rooms on the other side of the school. Once again, I made my fucking journey like Indiana Jones. I deserve a prize or something for this shit.

I sat down and started my math homework and finished by the time the bell rang. I got up and went to my next class; 2D Art and Design. It was a drawing class and I was thrilled about taking it because the high school I went to didn't offer this class. Surprising? I know.

I introduced myself to the teacher and she told me to sit anywhere. I went to go find a seat and ended up just deciding on sitting in the back again. Frank stumbled into the class and I groaned. I threw myself on my bag and hid my face. The bell rang and Frank apparently didn't notice me.

A tall, pretty, and buff looking kid walked in the class. He strutted his shit like he was on a runway. I really wanted to yell, 'Work it girl!' at him, but I didn't. He was obviously one of those jock idiots who took this class just for the easy credit. He smiled over at me as he made my way to my table. I gave him a crooked smile as he sat down in the seat next to me.

We got our assignment for the week; draw something that is important to us. I decided on drawing my favorite place in the whole universe; the beach. I started the outline when the jock idiot began to speak to me.

“New, huh?” he asked.

“Yep,” I told him, giving him a fake smile.

He flashed me his pearly whites before saying, “John Humphrey.”

I flashed him a genuine smile at him attempting to become friends with me. “Winter Storm.”

John and I briefly talked here and there as we drew. He asked why I picked the beach and I told him it's where I held most of my important memories at home in California. John's drawing was a really bad stick figure drawing of his football team, go figure.

When the bell rang, I was the first one ready to bolt out of the door. Frank jerked his head up towards me and grinned. Apparently in this same moment, John thought we have become super best friends and we needed to walk together. Whatever, as long as I don't have to hang around the Bubbers.

He walked me to my next period of study hall and left with a stupid grin on his face like he just got laid. I went into my study hall room and I plopped down in my seat. I tried to finish the basic outline of my beach scenery.

Next period began and I went to Psychology. Low and behold, John was in there too along with my sisters favorite glasses kid, Mikey. I took my seat next to Mikey and clung to him for dear life. I needed some sanity in this world of high school.

We talked throughout the whole movie presentation of... fuck, I don't even know what movie we were watching. I was mainly talking to Mikey about music. I learned that he plays the bass guitar, and I was begging him to teach me some stuff about it. Just the basics, really. Mikey agreed that he would someday.

After Psychology, it was ninth period and this one is my foreign language class; Spanish III. For the millionth time today, I introduced myself to the teacher and made my way to the back of the classroom. Mikey, Ray, and Frank were both in this class with me.

This time, I sat next to Ray. He smiled and we talked briefly during the lingering periods that the teacher would do something off the wall. I learned that he was already fluent in Spanish and I only laughed. Smart kid. Definitely an easy way to boost up your GPA and grades.

Final bell rang and we all piled out of the school to find Gerard's black Honda; except for Ray who drives. Mikey sat in front again and low and behold, I was smothered in between Fall and Frank again. I was stoked about going home and hanging out with Gerard a little bit today. The whole time on the way home, I was ignoring Mikey, Frank and Fall's conversation and the loud roar of the music; I just mostly (as creepy as it sounds) sat there and basking in the glory that is Gerard.

We dropped Frank off first and he whispered in my ear, “Until next time, my dearest Wiener.” I almost lost it and dropped a bitch to the ground. Frank darted out of the car before I could get that far.

Next, Mikey was sent home and Gerard took us home. He parked outside and followed me inside to my bedroom. We hanged out for a good three hours before he left. I showed him my beach picture and the whole time, we perfected it and made it look completely badass. I finished my week's project in one day with Gerard there to help me.

I hated seeing him leave; I was clinging to him too much and I knew it. I think I'm starting to develop a rather small crush on him, but could you blame me? He's so fucking cool and gorgeous, it's hard not to. Gerard is the first cool and genuine guy I met here in Jersey. I'm a sucker for artist, too. What can I say?

Gerard said he'd pick Fall and myself up for school the next day. I'm pretty excited to see him again.

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