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Is it hard understanding	By : screwthisimouttahere Category: My Chemical Romance > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own the frerard fandom, nor do i know My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way, Frank Iero or Mikey Way. i do not make any profit from this story and it is completely fiction.

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Chapter 2
First day of school (GPOV)
New school YAY!
Did you catch the sarcasm there? Oh yeah… we had just moved here a week ago from New York. New Jersey isn’t precisely far but it was the change my family needed, the change I needed. The real reason we had to move is because my mum left my dad… fucking finally! And well she wanted to go far away… alas! Jersey ain’t so far ain’t it? The thing is, Mikey my little brother, he’s 16, he has a girlfriend he ‘really loves’ and basically freaked out when my mum asked us if we would be willing to move to California. Apparently she was really intent on going as far away as possible. I didn’t care, I just wanted out, I didn’t care if we ended up in Mexico, as long as I wasn’t there.
I hated my old school; real, profound, passionate, cellular level kind of hate. I hated everyone there. There used to be an exception, Lindsey, or Lizzie, she's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up three weeks before school was over, the reason? She said there was someone else… not like she liked someone else, but that I was supposedly seeing someone else. That shit wasn’t true, but it didn’t stop her from making a scene at the school cafeteria… movie much? Oh yes… the whole screaming ‘cheating bastard’ and the slap across the face and the whole shebang. The worst part? I was allegedly cheating on her with a man… a man! Are you kidding me? I didn’t even have any friends! It’s not like she could have caught me as much as talking to someone, she was the only one I ever talked to!
Anyways, Jersey apparently was just far enough from my father but close enough that my brother could keep his relationship stable. Fuck it I don’t care, all I’m going to do is go to school for the next two years, don’t talk to anyone, just keep to myself, and then go off to college as far as possible and do the same.
I was just finishing tying my cargo boots when Mikey came into my room.
“Hey bro hurry up we can’t miss the bus, here…” I looked up and saw him smiling at me holding out my portable cup of coffee.
I smiled at the smell “Yeah okay, I’m ready, thanks M” I smiled at him as I picked the coffee and walked past him.
I was ready and Mikey joined me on the sidewalk to walk to the bus stop. I hated buses, they made me dizzy, and they’re always full of idiots making out, and jerking around, and pushing people, and it smells like sweat and glue and bad food. I hadn’t been on a bus in years, since I was a kid. I used to walk to school, but now we live too far away and it would take too long to walk to school. Precisely 45 minutes to an hour, and I would much rather spend that time sleeping.
I got in and as was expected everyone stared. Seriously it was like we were zombies or some shit like that, everyone like stopped what they were doing to stare. I got in first so I took it that I as supposed to find a seat.
The only person who didn’t stop and stare was a guy sitting on the middle of the bus to the left. He was sitting alone and had his head pressed against the window looking out. He seemed so immerse in his thoughts that he didn’t seem to be distracted by anything, he would smile all of the sudden or make disgusted faces at no one in particular, it was funny and I envied him a bit. To have the ability to just disappear for a while sounds like something I could really benefit from, especially with my new found resolution to not speak to anyone.
If I had been alone I would have probably sat with him, he seemed like the kinda guy I would talk to. He had black hair pulled forward in side bangs, but they had a twist at the end, it looked good on him, and he had streaks of blonde on the sides, it fit him well. He was very pale and had green eyes and was wearing eyeliner much like I do. He was wearing a simple fitted white tee and black skinny jeans with black and white chucks. He had style.
I decided since I was with my brother and it was rude to stare, especially since I just complained about being stared at, I’d move forward as the bus started moving, and sat about two rows from the guy. I thought I’d try out his method to disappear so I lay my head on the window and just stared blankly outside and try to think of anything that wasn’t the hellhole we were headed to.
I glanced sideways and read the title on Mikey’s book “The curious incident of the dog in the night-time” –Mark Haddon. He had bought it two days ago and was practically finishing it, he said it was very interesting and well-written etc… I have learned when it comes to Mikey and his books, if for some reason I make the grave mistake of asking him about them, to just nod and drone out his voice, cause he can talk about them forever, and I just don’t have that kind of space in my brain to spare.
I looked forward past the heads of the bimbos sitting in front that were looking at us, to the guy sitting alone two rows ahead. He was still leaning against the window but he suddenly raised his head he began to look around and when I realized he was going to look my way I moved my eyes back to the road. I could feel him looking at me, staring, and it made me feel weird, not bad, or intimidated, not like he was violating my privacy or scrutinizing me, but like tingly, it was weird. I’ve never felt like that, and I didn’t dare to look back at him. Then he stared at my brother but he never noticed, he was too into his book.
I felt something, like anger, but subtler. I looked at him and he didn’t notice, I think. He was looking at Mikey, but I wanted him to be looking at me. The bus jerked forward when it stopped and I noticed we had reached the school. The guy had fallen or something cause I couldn’t see him anymore, but I didn’t care, I had a more pressing issue right now… school.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm myself as I felt Mikey get up from his seat. It was all rushing to me, and I was freaking out. I felt M’s hand on my shoulder and I made the effort to look up at him, he smiled and I knew that smile, it said ‘its gonna be okay, just relax, I’m here for you’ then he lifted his book again and made his way out of the bus.
I looked down to take one final deep breath C’mon! don’t be such a pussy, is just a school, just. a. school. Be a man, get up and face the next two years with your head up high. At least no one will call you a cheating fag here… deep breath… in… out.. lets do this shit! I stood up and walked purposefully out of the bus.
As I walked towards my prison I saw the guy from the bus, there was a girl walking right behind him following his every step. It made me feel weird, like I wanted to yell at him to be careful, and when she jumped on his back I could have sworn he would fall. He seemed so tiny and fragile but he didn’t even flinch, even when I figure she had surprised him.
I almost yelled at him, or ran and offered help. Then I remember I didn’t know the guy and it would be weird, especially when he turned his head to kiss her and laughed along with whatever she was saying into his ear.
Oh… so they’re like… together… I suddenly felt kinda sick so I just fetched my schedule and checked my first class. Art… great, at least something I can vent to… then… English, math and…MUSIC! Awesome… It’ll be a good morning… at least I hope so…
I headed towards art class, at least what I thought was art class. I was about to enter a room when someone was just coming out. I crashed into the person and looked down to a blond girl. I looked at her clothes and realized I recognized that skirt and shirt, she was the girl that hopped on the guy’s back, the guy from the bus.
“Hey, oh sorry, didn’t see ya there!... hey! You’re the new kid right?” she looked up at me with a questioning look and smile on her face.
I looked up to the class and saw everyone on desks writing or taking out heavy looking books and backpacks, clearly this isn’t art… math maybe? I heard her clear her throat and looked down, she was expecting an answer, Damn, 15 minutes in and my plan was already failing.
“Umm… yeah… hey, do you know where room 209 is? The art class?” I said as polite as I could.
“Oh… yeah umm… you mean room 209b, this is 209a it’s the physics lab. 209b is over there, around the corner” she said smiling.
I nodded and walked away, but I felt her behind me, I decided to ignore her until she came up to me, if she came up to me, which unfortunately she did.
“Hey, since you’re new maybe you would like to have lunch with me and my friends? So you’re not alone?” she was staring at the floor, then she looked up at me smiling.
She looked shy, but for some reason her staring made me uncomfortable. I was very unsure as to whether take her up on her offer since it was the completely opposite of what I intended to do. Though if I had lunch with her it was to be expected that her ‘boyfriend’ or whatever would be there, and I wanted to meet him. Still she was breaking my plan, and I was getting uncomfortable.
The bell rang with perfect timing saving me from answering .“Hey thanks for the directions… I-I gotta go, don’t want to be late…” I said to her looking at my nonexistent watch, and then walked off to where she told me my class was. I looked at the plastic sign that said 209B, sighed and entered hoping everyone would be as antisocial as the people in my last school, and that the overly friendly girl would be just an exception.
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