Irmarie P.O.V.
I woke up on Saturday around eleven. Well, at least I didn't wake up around one...

I got ready for the day... which really is just brushing my teeth and putting on some clothes. I really don't give a shit about my hair. And then I headed downstairs to the kitchen for food!

"Hey, are you going to the music shop?" Star asked me.

Star was cooking breakfast. Well, really lunch, but to us it was breakfast unless if you're Mom or Dad.

"Yep. Gerard's going to meet me there," I said sitting down.

"So, do you like him," Star asked. Well, more like sang.

"No! I don't. And if I did, we're too different," I said feeling the blush.

"Opposites attract," Star said setting plates down on the table.

"Yeah right. Who am I going to attract!?" I asked, slamming my head down on the plate. "Ow."

"Oh, Irma." Star said taking the empty seat next to me and holds up my head, moves the plate away, and then lets my head falls on the table.

"Ow," I said again.

"Did it work?" Star said.

"Yes."

"Was it really worth the pain in your head now?"

"Nope." I said.

"You want some Advil for the headache," Star asked.

"Yes, please." I said as I sat up and rubbed my head cause I really did hit it hard.

"One Advil for Irmarie coming right up," Star said as she got the Advil.

"Hey Star!" Spike said. "Hey Irmarie!" Spike sat down on the chair next to me, where Star was sitting.

"Hey," I quietly said.

"Hey," Star said.

"Why are you down?" Spike asked me.

"She has a headache because she slammed her head," Star said handing me the pill and a glass of water.

"Not a smart move, Buddie," Spike said. (Spike, Vinny, and Rocky call me Buddie sometimes.)

"You think!" I said and took the pill.

"Okay then..." Spike said.

Star finished cooking for Spike and I. Mom, Dad, Vinny, and Rocky were already at their jobs. Spike works in the afternoon on Saturdays.

I ate quickly. "Okay, finished. Bye Star! Bye Spike!" I said and quickly ran to my room.

I grabbed my bag and ran down to the music store.



"Hello, Irmarie!" Stephanie said.

Stephanie works in the music shop with Vinny on Saturdays. She has light brown hair. I really love her eyes. They're blue. She was at the counter, sitting down reading a book.

There were a few customers. Considering it's noon.

"Hey, Steph." I said.

"Looking for an album?" Stephanie asked.

"No. I'm meeting someone actually," I said.

"Oh, really? Who?" Stephanie asked.

As I was about to find my voice and tell Stephanie who I was waiting, the bell rings as the door opens. In walked Gerard.

"Him," I said and Gerard walked up to me.

"Hello. Welcome to Mickey's Music Shop. Call us if you need any help!" Vinny called running to the front of the counter.

"It's us Vinny!" I called.

"Oh. Hey Irmarie, hey Gerard! Didn't see you guys!" Vinny said handing Stephanie a box. "New albums." Vinny said to Stephanie.

Stephanie nodded and looked at us. "Nice too see you guys." She said and walked away.

I turned to Gerard. "So. Is it your turn to tell me who you are," I said.

"How about we do it weekend by weekend. This is your weekend. You tell me everything about you first, then next weekend I'll tell you about me." Gerard said.

"Sound fair enough." I said.
"Okay. So, where to?" Gerard asked nervously.

"How about the diner? I'm kind of hungry," I said.

"Didn't you just ate?" Vinny asked.

"Yeah but I'm hungry again. Problem?" I asked to Vinny.

"No. Not at all, Buddie." Vinny said putting his hands up.

"Yeah that's what I thought!" I said.

Gerard gives a small giggle that sounded like a fucking girl. Wow dude, really?

"What are you laughing at?" I asked.

"You surprise me every time I get to talk to you," Gerard said.

"We've been only talking to each other for about a day," I said.

"Yeah. I know. But still." Gerard said.

"Alright. Let's go." I said and began to walk out.

"Irmarie!" Gerard called.

I stopped my tracks and turned around to him. "Yeah?"

"C-can I walk with you?" He asked.

"Sure."

And so, Gerard walked with me, side by side.

I kept looking at the ground. Kicking a couple of pebbles here and there.

There was an awkward silence as we walked to the diner. The only sound there really was is the cars passing by, minding their own business. A couple of honks from those cars here and there, too.

"So..." Gerard began.

"So..." I repeated.

"What's your favorite color?" Gerard asked.

"Black and red." I simply said.

"I like red, too." Gerard said.

"One thing we have in common then," I said giving a small smile.

We walked in to the diner. We took the seat at the corner of the small, retro dinner. Gerard sat in front of me.

I don't know why, but I can't stand people looking at me for some strange reason. So, to avoid the stare Gerard was giving me, I pulled out my book from my bag and began to read.

I knew Gerard was going to speak, but a waitress came up.

"Hello! My name is Jessica, I'll be serving you, how may I help you?" She said.

"I just want a chocolate milkshake," I said and then looked at Gerard. "You?"

Gerard snapped out of what ever he was thinking of. "Same she's having." He said.

"Okay. Be back in a minute." Jessica said and left.

I continue to read my book.

"So, you like to read," Gerard examine.

"Y-yeah." I mumbled.

"What are you reading?" He asked.

"The Fault In Our Stars by John Green." I said and set down the book so he can see.

"Is it good?" He asked.

"It is. This is my fifth time reading it." I mumbled.

"Why would you want to read a book more then once?" Gerard asked giving me a confused look.

"It's one of my favorite books from him. Just like the girl in the story, my best friend is the author. But he doesn't know my existence. But, I feel like I know him." I said.

"Okay. Well, that's kind of sad." Gerard said.

"That's the life of being a fan," I said shrugging.

"Okay. So, how come you don't make real friends," Gerard asked.

I bit my lip. I knew why I didn't want to make friends. I always felt like the third wheel. If I did make friends, they would go after my brothers, ask me to send them gifts and what not. I mean come on! They can't be that cute or hot.

Instead of saying that, I just shrugged.

"Okay, I know I haven't known you for a long time, but really, I can tell that is a lie," Gerard said.
I just shrugged. I wanted Jessica to come with our milkshakes already! I know Jessica was checking out Gerard. I mean, who wouldn't! He's quite handsome. But, sometimes handsome men can be big dicks!

Gerard was different, tho. I can't help but thinking that the life he should be having is something similar to Mikey's. Or is it just me! Or am I going crazy? Yeah, I'm going crazy.

"Just tell me. Cross my heart I won't tell," Gerard said.

I didn't realize I was looking down at the table. So, when I looked up, I was kind of startle when Gerard was now looking at my eyes.

We started having moments like that now. Holding each others gaze until someone had snapped out of it and think 'what the fuck?'

"Fine." I breathed out. "The reason I don't have friends is because if I do have friends, I'm always the third wheel."

"Why is that?" He asked.

I set my arms out, trying to get a comfortable position.

"Well, I have four older brothers. Robin is the oldest." I said.

"And Robin is...?"

"Mrs. Hale's husband." I said rolling my eyes.

"Well, don't need to get sassy with me!" Gerard said.

We were interrupted by Jessica with our milkshakes. I swear, she totally took her time to give us our milkshakes. I swear the bitch wanted Gerard.

Why the flying fuck are you giving fucks if she's checking out Gerard? Seriously, check your head!

Jessica left us alone. (Finally!)

"So, continue," Gerard said.

"This is like a movie to you, isn't it," I said tilting my head a little bit.

"Maybe. I do have a milkshake though," he said pointing to his milkshake. I swear the way he points at it makes him seem cute... STOP!

"Okay. Robin is the oldest out of all of us. Then it's the triplets," I said.

"Triplets! You have triplets in your family! Damn how many brothers do you have!?" Gerard asked.

"I forgot you haven't met them yet. Just Vinny huh. Anyways, I have four older brothers," I said taking a sip.

"So, your Mom and Dad had five kids," Gerard said and rested his head on his hand and sipped his milkshake.

"Yes sir."

"They must've had a lot of sex then," he said out of nowhere and with a smile.

"Gerard!" I said.

"Sorry. I forgot I was in the presents of a lady." He said sarcastically.

"Don't sass me, boy," I said emotionless.

"Sorry." He mumbled and took a long sip.

"Hey, your parents had sex too." I said.

"Shut up," Gerard smiled.

"So, anyways. Four older brothers. Robin is the oldest. Then the triplets. Rocky was born first,
then Spike, and then Vinny." I said.

"And then they had you," Gerard said.

"Yep. Robin was two when the triplets where born. Then, Robin was six and the triplets were
four, I was born." I said taking another sip.

"So, when's your birthday?" He asked.

"May 30th, yours?"

"April 9th." He smirked.

"Nice." I said taking another sip.

"How about Robin and the triplets?" He asked.

"Robin's birthday is January 5th and the triplets' is December 10th." I said.

"Okay." Gerard said.

"So, growing up, my so call 'friends' will just want to hang out with me because my brothers are 'hot' or 'cute' and all that bullshit," I said.

"And then to protect yourself became unsociable." Gerard said.

"Way to use big words," I joked.

"Ha ha ha, very funny, Irmarie. You should totally be a comedian," Gerard said.

"I told you not to sass me boy! That's mine and Spikes job," I said with a poker face.

"Okay!" Gerard said taking another sip.

"So, yeah, I became somewhat a hermit. But, they kept coming back to me. Soon, they all got girlfriends and boyfriend-"

"Boyfriend?" Gerard questioned.

"Are you homophobic?" I asked.

"Maybe."

"If you are, you're a big jerk! Homophobia isn't a phobia, people are just big assholes," I said.

"Okay! I get your point! I'm not even homophobic! But what you said about them is true," Gerard said.

"Sorry. Okay, Rocky is gay. That's why I said 'boyfriend'." I said.

"That's nice. So, is that why you don't have friends?" Gerard asked.

"No. There's more but I don't want to talk about it right now." I said playing with my milkshake.

"I'm sorry that that had to happen." Gerard said.

He nervously touched my hand that was on the table and gave a small, but gentle squeeze.

"It's fine." I breathed out because this guy that is messing up my head, this guy that had bullied me before, this guy that hated my guts because I was 'emo', was comforting me.

He pulled his hand back to his bubble. "So... your name."

I smiled and gave a small laugh. "You're going to ask about my name, just like everybody else."

"Well, I'm just curious! Why did your parents gave you weird names? Except for Robin." Gerard asked.

"Well, they wanted it to be unique. Hardly anybody name their kids Spike, Vinny, Robin, Rocky, and Irmarie. My name is a combination of two names. Irma and Marie. Mom and Dad couldn't decide what to name me. Either Irma or Marie. So, since they couldn't decide, they combined the two names. Irmarie." I said.

"Well, that's a very interesting story." Gerard said.

"Sure is." I said, and finished my milkshake.

"We're so different." Gerard said.

"Yeah. I'm the 'emo' and you're the 'swag fag.' Tho, you're not really a big 'swag fag' like Giovanni and Gabriel." I said.

"I don't know if I should be offended or if I should take that as a complement," Gerard confessed.

"Complement. Because you're really not a 'swag fag'. And if you were, I would've hate your guts right away." I said.

"Are you admitting me that you like me?" Gerard grinned.

"J-just like a friend..." I awkwardly said.

"It's fine. I like you as a friend too," Gerard smiled and I smiled back.