Maci Clarke is a 16 year old that has had a great life so far, she gets good grades in school. Her parents are proud of her, and her family are a tight bunch. All this sounds like the perfect life until her mother has an affair with her fathers best friend. Maci and her brother Owen decide to live with their father. So they are off to New Jersey. Maci meets some friends that her Dad and brother don't exactly approve of, but due to circumstances Gerard, Mikey, Frank and Ray may be what she needs.

By the way, I'm sorry if there are some missing S's sometimes my S key likes to stick haha. I hope you all like my story. I'm very new to this…mostly my stories stay in the safe clutches of my paws, defended by snarls and growls towards anyone trying to pry. But this time i decided that I wanted people to read this as I had such fun writing it. I wanted to get someone else's views and opinions also. Oh and another thing…unfortunately I do not know or own any of the My Chem guys and If I did they would probably kill me for writing something like this about them and be super freaked out. Haha…but i would hope that they didn't think i was being disrespectful...
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Belleville, New Jersey.

Chapter 1.

Maci's P.O.V.

Well this didn't look too bad? There were bright flowers, birds singing, trees blowing and grass growing (perhaps the grass was a little brown, but lets try and stay positive about this). My head had been filled with a terrible image of a run down shack in the middle of a run down town. This was no fairytale land but I was warming to it already. I looked up at the house, it looked a bit unloved. A lick of paint would see it right in no time. The window sills were an off white and the door a light shade of blue, cracking around it's features. Two stories high plus a basement. This Is what we will now call home. I smiled to myself and pulled my things out of the car. It had been a long drive from California. Three truck stops, two motels rooms and a Billion repeats of Dads favorite mix tape later, we were finally here. I peaked over the fence into the backyard. It was bigger than it looked from the outside, with a tan brick patio and even some old garden furniture chucked in for free. Dad had been working hard getting all of our basics from A to B. There were still some things that we needed to buy so we would be slumming it for a while. Garden furniture can now be crossed off the list.

Dad and Owen came to stand beside me. They were similar in so many ways, the same green eyes and brown hair. Dads hair short was combed, Owens in the same style but messy, 'Fashion' apparently. They both had the same nose shape and lips whereas I looked a lot more like my mother. Blue eyes and longer dark brown hair although I didn't have freckles like Mum. They weren't catching. If Owen and I didn't tell you, you'd probably not notice that we were twins? I could tell my shortened family were a little nervous at the idea of this new life, they both had the 'ah crap' expression on their faces. That made me laugh. "You okay?" Dad asked with his cheery tone that I had missed so much. His eyebrow raised eying me as if I were a bit nuts. I nodded, "I'm fine, happy that this nightmare is going to be over soon. Or at least suspended." Owen gave me a sympathetic smile. They both nodded in agreement. "I want you to know that this thing with your mother, doesn't change how we both feel about you kids." Dad smiled at us both. "We know Dad." I comforted, putting a respectful hand on his arm. He smiled at us and kissed us each on the forehead. "Just so long as you know... come on then you two, go choose your rooms. Sorry Maci but Owen gets first pick if you both can't agree." I opened my mouth to dispute it but Dad held up his hand, "He is the oldest, oh and your new beds will be here tomorrow, for now it's a mattress on the floor I'm afraid." "He is the oldest" I mimicked. "Only by three minuets" I said under my breath. My Dad gave me a friendly grin that said he'd heard that.

Owen and I both rushed to the door getting the key stuck in the excitement. "The old guy did say about that, perhaps we should get new locks." Dad added. The new house smelt like varnish, all of the walls were wooded panels. Coming in through the front door it led into a large hallway, stairs and eventually at the end of the hall stood the backdoor. To the left was what looked to be the living room and at the far end stood an empty fireplace, it looked like a period feature perhaps. Either way Christmas was going to be fun around it. The floors creaked and were a darker almost black wood, but not varnished. To the left of the living room we had the kitchen and diner combo, both quite spacious. Another fireplace (that the kitchen table would eventually sit in-front of) had some flowers nicely arranged on the mantle. Back into the hall was a shared bathroom, the garage and stairs that led into a massive basement. "Maci look at this!" my brother enthused. I dropped my bags and ran upstairs to where his voice was coming from. "Marco" I called, "Polo" he returned. I found him in the far right hand room. He was standing on the balcony "This is my room" he laughed. I shrugged. I sighed "I'll go and look at my room then.", Leaving him to it I pushed open the door into the next room. It was big. If Owen wanted the balcony he could have it. There was a long full sized window on one wall and opposite a closet. I reached in to turn on the light. (Click)..nothing...light-bulbs, I thought. We can add them onto the list of things we needed. Dad came up and joined me in my newly chosen room. "This is the one Dad." I smiled at him. He put his arm around my shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He smiled and looked down at me. "I could not be more perfect, I've got a fresh start with my twins." Owen joined us. "How are you liking the new place?" Dad asked him. "It gets the thumb up from me." "And me." I added.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Our Dad asked after dinner. I looked displeased to say the least. This was always the part of the moving process I had disagreed with. At my last school I got picked on a little by some girls that used to be my friends. Long story short, in kindergarten we were best friends, in middle school they made up rumors about me and in high school they generally made my life hell. But Dad had tried to convince me that things would be different here. So far...I'm still unconvinced. I knew that people were going to judge me on the way that I dressed. I would call my style kind of Indie/Alternative. Not one to fit in a mold anyhow. Owen had no problem fitting in at school, he had good looks as well as good grades. Generally a lot going for him. People were always taken aback when they realized we were related, and not just related but twins (not identical obviously). I was pleased that Owen didn't hide that fact. We were close friends as well as family. Talk of school had made me tired I said goodnight, got showered and went to bed. I lay there for what seemed like hours, but five minuets later I was asleep.

Owens P.O.V.

My sister looked enthusiastic at least. She hadn't said a word the whole journey here. I was hoping that this would be a new start for all of us. I could no longer stand the sight of my mother after splitting up the family. That stupid bitch had to go and ruin it all. Every night I had to listen to the same heart-wrenching sounds of my sister crying herself to sleep. She thinks that I can't hear her. I don't want her to know I can. She tries to stay so strong. I've seen her fake 'that smile' one to many times…this move is the best thing for us too. We pulled up and started to move our things from the car, thank god. There's only so many times one person can hear all Elvis and Buddy Holly tracks on repeat at one time. Both guys were dead and buried…not in our household. There's no going back now I sighed looking up at the tall building. I looked at my family, they seemed happy, this was refreshing. I stood on the sidewalk. Maci laughed to herself "You okay?" Dad asked. She nodded "I'm fine, happy that this nightmare is going to be over soon. Or at least suspended." I smiled at her and nodded I knew that feeling well. Dad began to say something but then stopped as if he was trying to put his words a different way, finally he spoke. "I want you to know that this thing with your mother, doesn't change how we both feel about you kids." Dad smiled at us both. "We know Dad." Maci comforted him, 'she was better at those types of thing that I was'. He smiled at us and kissed us each on the forehead. I looked around in-case anybody saw. The street was deserted. "Just so long as you know" Dad continued "Come on then you two, go choose your rooms. Sorry Maci but Owen gets first pick if you both can't agree." "Yes!" I cheered. "He is the oldest, oh and your new beds will be here tomorrow, for now it's a mattress on the floor I'm afraid." "He is the oldest" my sister mimicked. "Only by three minuets" she added under her breath. Dad gave her a look, he'd defiantly heard that one.

Maci and I both rushed to the door getting the key stuck in the excitement. "The old guy did say about that, perhaps we should get new locks." Dad added. The new house smelt funny and old, not like our old place. Maci sniffed up enjoying the smell? Coming in through the front door it led into a large hallway, stairs and eventually at the end of the hall stood the backdoor. Fuck the rest of the house I had a bedroom to choose. Upstairs looked the same as the downstairs old and wooden. The first bedroom I went into was already claimed by Dad. I crossed the hall and found a light and airy room with a balcony, the key was still in the lock. I twisted it the wrong way. Then the right way, it was still stiff. I have to get some oil on it. I stepped onto the balcony, it was a warm day but getting darker by the minute. "Maci look at this!" I yelled downstairs. I heard something bang down and her feet running upstairs. "Marco" she called. "Polo" I laughed. "This is my room" i laughed again. He didn't look like she cared but closed the door behind her. I stood on the balcony for a while looking into the other neighbor's gardens. There were kids in the house next-door. Their swing set swayed lightly in the dull breeze. Looking at the age of that thing they were just into their teens or close to leaving their childhood years. The once forest green paint was rusty and weathered. "Welcome home" I said out-loud to no-one in particular. Going in back through the doors I looked up and went in search of my family. I found Maci and Dad in apparently Maci's room. They were talking, Dad had his arm around her and she was leant inward to him. "How are you liking the new place?" Dad asked me looking round. "It gets the thumb up from me." I thumbed up "And me." Maci smiled.

I hope you all liked the first chapter? Once I start writing I can't help myself, I can't stop…I have more chapters written up already and I will publish according to people's comments (depending on if you like it). Happy reading…please review xoxo.