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Either It's Good Luck Or Horrifying Bad	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-untitled
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-i lost count...
- 8-ch 8
- 9-9 (i remembered!)
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-the end
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“Fuck!” Gerard exclaimed as he tumbled to the floor. Maniacal giggling followed this from his best friend, Frank, who had been the one to tackle him. He sat up and pushed the other boy off of him, “What the fuck Frankie?”

Frank sat up laughing hysterically, big hazel eyes leaking tears, “Sorry man! I couldn’t resist. You had that far away, ‘I’m thinking about something really hard’ look on your face. I just thought I would bring you back to the home planet.”

Gerard turned around and narrowed his eyes at Autumn, who was laughing along with Mikey and Ray, “What the fuck is so funny assholes?” They were his best friends, and before long he was trying not to smile.

“The look on your face Gerard,” Autumn said, unapologetically, still giggling, “You got this,” she imitated his face, which brought about another gale of laughter, “right before you hit the ground.” She stared laughing so hard she actually fell over, clutching her skirt to her thighs to prevent flashing the guys.

Mikey pushed her, so she rolled to the side, chuckling softly. He did everything softly. His eyes were a soft honey, his hair a sable brown, even his voice was quite and mellow, “Come on Autumn, be nice.”

She squinted up at him, Roman nose wrinkling, heavy black lashes obscuring her piercing blue eyes, “When have you ever known me to be nice?”

“When you’re talking to Mikey.” Ray said, making puppy eyes and adopting a sickeningly sweet voice.

Autumn immediately climbed over Mikey to throttle Ray, straddling his chest and wrapping her hands around his throat. Ray outweighed Autumn considerably and soon had her pinned to the floor.

Gerard enjoyed the view for a second as Autumn thrashed and kicked, giving the guys an unrestricted view of her lacy red panties, before wading in and breaking up the fight.

Ray knew that Autumn had a thing for Mikey, ever since the eighth grade, and never missed an opportunity to tease her about it. Everyone knew, except for Mikey.

Gerard hauled Ray up and Frank dragged Autumn away. Autumn Burns and Ray Toro had been friends since the third grade and acted just like siblings. They fought all the time, and were also each other’s fiercest protectors. In high school, a guy had started a rumor about Autumn being the easiest girl in school, and Ray had pounded the shit out of him. It hadn’t made the rumor stop, but it had made her feel a lot better. Likewise, one of Ray’s exes had cheated on him with one of his peripheral friends, and told him that the other guy was a better lay. Autumn chipped two of her teeth.

“So how often do you wear such pretty panties?” Frank asked.

Autumn turned and without batting an eye said, “I so rarely bother.”

Frank blushed and let her go. Gerard felt his own cheeks grow warm and Mikey coughed, uncomfortable.

Ray shook his head and sat back down on the hill next to Mikey, “Nobody wants to hear about your underwear.”

Frank scratched his faux hawk, “I could stand to hear a bit more.”

Autumn laughed and shoved him away, “What time have you got work Gerard?” she sat down next to Ray and leaned against him.

Gerard and Frank sat behind them, “I gotta be there at four.” He looked at his watch, saw the time was 3 o’clock and swore, “Fuck. I can’t be late. I’m training the new guy.” He got up, “You guys going to be online tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. The guild is raiding Stormwind. We are gonna get got died so bad!” Ray grinned, reaching up to slap Gerard’s hand.

He leaned down and hugged Autumn, “What about you?”

“I’ll try. That asshole Liberman called me in for the late shift, on my day off, and I should actually be sleeping now, instead of hanging out with you dorks at the park.” she shook her head and pouted, "I wanted to raid the alliance! They've been after Crossroads all fucking week and it's starting to get annoying. When did they get balls?"

Gerard shook his head and headed down the hill toward the park proper and the lot where he’d left his car, completely blowing off Autumn's rant. All five friends lived in close proximity to the park, but he knew he’d be late to work if he didn’t bring his car. Autumn, Ray and Frank actually shared a house up the street from where Gerard lived with his parents. Mikey had his own apartment within the same community.

He approached the faded blue Toyota with the same mixture of pride and embarrassment he always felt. It was an ugly, beat up car, but it was his outright. He’d bought it himself without his parents help.

Getting in, he cranked up the stereo, blasting Queen through the sleepy suburban town as he sped off toward the coffee shop he worked at. One of the only remaining non-Starbucks in the city. He loved it because they still had things like open mike night and a smoking patio.

He pulled into the parking lot behind a set of buildings in the downtown area of Claremont and shoved his straight black hair into a ponytail.

His hair was naturally the same caramel color as his eyes which were the only remarkable things about him. He was average height and build, a little pale. His clothing wasn’t new and “cool”, like Ray’s (who dressed like a bro), but they weren’t old and raggedy, as Frank’s tended to be.

He didn’t dress like Mikey, who wore a lot of band shirts and jeans with his omni present Chuck Taylors, when he wasn’t wearing the suit he had to wear for his job as a computer programmer. Gerard often wished he could see the look on the faces of Mikey’s bosses and coworkers if they could see him on the weekends.

Autumn was every inch Goth, from her long black hair to her heavy black eye shadow and her big black platform boots.

Gerard was just a regular guy. A little geeky maybe, a little Goth, but nothing really special.

He pulled open the door to the café and grabbed an apron hanging from the coat rack, “Hey Steph. Is the new kid here yet?”

Steph, the owner of CK’s looked up from the coffee pot she was washing and shook her hear, “Not yet. You’re early.” She glanced at the clock.

He smiled and let himself behind the counter to replenish the baked goods in the display, “Hey Norm.” he said to the old man who sat in the shop every day for an hour to read the paper and drink two cups of tea. Norm barely acknowledged him as he tried to solve the crossword. Gerard had been working there too long to be put off. Norm was actually a nice guy when he wasn’t doing the crossword, “I wanted to make a good impression on the new guy. I figure if he thinks I come in early all the time, he might come in early from the start and do all this boring set up shit.” He said to Steph.

She laughed, “Right. That’s going to happen. The only people who work here are worthless slackers.”

He feigned hurt, “Steph! I am not worthless.”

“Shut up and go get some more straws from the back. Classes get out soon and we’re running low out here.” She flicked water off her hands at him and started to brew another pot of coffee.

CK’s was one of many shops in “The Village,” a tiny section of Claremont right next to the colleges that managed to be a hip college hang out without becoming a ridiculously trendy parody of some of the larger downtown areas of some older cities, like the new mall that had sprung up in Gerard’s neighborhood.

And oh how he and his friends hated that pseudo downtown ultra hip severely manicured designed to death gathering of all the same stores that were already in the malls down in Ontario and Montclair. As far as they were concerned, all it did was make traffic and attract assholes, beside the fact that everyone they had ever gone to school with hung out there and anytime they got near it they ran into someone they would have been perfectly happy never seeing again.

But the village was none of this. It was quaint and classy. Trees grew in every available patch of soil, spreading well over the street and roofs of the buildings. There were flowers and shrubs and old people walking their dogs. College kids hung out at the record store, or the café, or in the old bookstore with the advertisement in the front window denouncing the patriot act and assuring patrons that any receipts and or records would never fall into the hands of the federal government because the owner respected your right to privacy, and didn’t keep receipts anyway.

If he could have afforded it, Gerard would have bought one of those little houses on Indian Hill, just for the change from the tract homes he had grown up in.

Not that he disliked his home suburb. But he preferred it when the houses were different from one another and some homeowners association didn’t get upset if you wanted to have lurid pink flamingoes on your front lawn. He made a mental note to talk to the guys about looking for a place out there. Surely with four, maybe five people paying for rent, bills and food they could swing it.

“Gerard! Trainee’s here!” Steph called from the front room, startling him out of his daydream. His parents blamed the video games for his habit of wandering off. Truth was, Gerard just liked to wander off into his own universe.

He picked up a box of small red coffee straws and went to put them under the counter and meet the new guy.

The new guy was a little on the short side, slim, almost feminine. His black hair fell over one of his grey eyes in an artfully trained fashion. He wore tight jeans and a tight black shirt bearing the logo for Silverstein. It seemed to go with the chipped black polish on his nails. He smiled shyly at Gerard when he stuck out his hand.

Gerard had a particular weakness for emo kids. He smiled back, thinking that this would certainly make things interesting at work, “Hi. I’m Gerard.”

“Ryan.” He said quietly.

“Welcome to CK’s.” he turned a teasing gaze on Steph, “Formerly Nick’s, but Steph was too lazy to get a new sign, so she just took off the ‘NI.’”

“Signs are expensive.” She said, unperturbed by his words, “And what’s wrong with CK’s?”

“I didn’t say anything was wrong with it.” Gerard said, “I just wanted young Ryan to know what a thrifty and innovative boss we have.” He smiled guilelessly.

“Just show him around.” She said, rolling her eyes, “I’m going to be back in the office. Try not to burn the place down.”

Gerard waved her off and turned back to Ryan, “Alright, let me show you what's up.”

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so after that wonderfully exciting first chapter, gotta slow things down with a little bit of background. sill open for title sugestions.
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