Another MCR fic...so what, I like them! This was actual based on a dream I had, which was awesome. Mikey Way was in it and Michael Cera was my best friend and so on...I'm not gonna give too much away. After I woke up, I thought, 'That was an awesome dream...I MUST WRITE IT!' And then, this was born. So, I hope you enjoy like I enjoy writing it. Let'sa go!

"I still don't see why we can't take the convertible to school. It would look so cool!"

"Because it isn't a good choice considering what I need to do every morning and besides, who is the one that drives and the one that freeloads?"

"It's called carpooling...and you know I can't drive."

"All too well," I chuckle as I parked in my space in the school's parking lot. Students were already following into the building, ready to start yet another day of tedious study. God, it was boring doing this every day. But, unfortunately, that's life. Toby got out from the passenger side, stretching his arms high and sighing.

"Hey, it's good for the environment if you drive me to school. It means I won't need to get a car and pollute the Earth anymore than it already is," He said, grinning. I sigh a little despite having a smile on my face.

"That and you're lazy," I counter, grabbing my bag from the car before locking it up and walking to the school building beside Toby.

"I resent that!" He cried, opening the door and motioning for me to enter first. He was always the gentlemen.

"Do you deny it?" I ask.

"...Didn't say that, I just resent it," He said with a grin. I roll my eyes at him as we continued deeper into the building. We could hear the talking all around us as if the other students were broadcasting it.

"Have you seen the new kid?"

"Oh my god, he is so hot! Like, jaw dropping hot!"

"About time we got something decent to look at."

"Obviously, none of them have seen me without my shirt," Toby quipped.

"Because people usually throw things at you when you do," I add.

"Hey! That happened one time and it was Naomi!" I giggle a little at his reaction; it was easy to provoke him sometimes. New student? It's the first I've heard of it.

"We are getting a new student?" I asked Toby. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, we got that announcement yesterday in homeroom. Remember?" Uh...

"No..." I said with uncertainty. Toby chuckled slightly.

"You need to get your head out of those books. There is a world happening around you." I slapped Toby on the arm but lightly.

"Shut up! At least I read something without pictures all the time."

"Don't diss the picture book. That composed both of our childhoods. Now come along, one. Let's see if this new guy sweeps you off your feet." I highly doubt it. Pretty boys are usually total assholes that loved themselves and believe everyone should bow at their feet. I've had one too many experiences with that sort of guy.

Once we were in homeroom, goofing around slightly, the teacher walked in with a person walking behind him. All talking had ceased and focus was directed on that individual.

"Alright everyone, like you were informed yesterday we have a new student joining us today. This is Michael Way. Be sure to make him feel welcome and that," The teacher said, sounding rather bored. I decided to give this Michael guy my attention to see what all the fuss was about. He was tall, like I would only reach his shoulders if I stood by him. He had a slender build but seemed to stand like a brick wall. His face looked like it was sculptured; his jawbone looked chiselled and his cheek bones were defined. His hair was a dark brown colour and spiked slightly/ His skin was a pale white and he wore all black. His eyes were a brown colour, verging on hazel as there were specks of green in them.

...Okay, I'll admit he's attractive.

"Go ahead. Take a seat," The teacher said, waving Michael off. He nodded and moved across the class, all eyes were still on him. I felt Toby becoming closer, just at my ear.

"You realize that the only empty seat is behind us, right?" I turned my head to check if he was right. He was, Michael would have no choice but to sit behind us. I turned my head in time to see him walk past us. I couldn't help but feel a shiver go up my spin. That was weird. I heard Michael take his seat behind us, remaining silent. I could see that people were still looking at him with intense interest. Was he that big a deal to them? Well, at least me and Toby...

"Hey, I'm Toby Lee. Please to meet ya," Toby said happily behind him. I shot him a look that said 'what the hell are you doing?'. Toby ignored it and motioned towards me.

"This lovely lady is Tabby Evelyn," He introduced. I glare at him slightly before sighing. I'm judging this guy before I even know him. I turn around to face him, he seemed bored, tired even.

"Hey there," I said with a little wave. Michael nodded towards.

"As the teacher said, I'm Michael," He said. His voice was nice to hear, not rough or high pitched. Just right.

"Well, let us be the first to welcome you to our school. It's crap," Toby said bluntly while still smiling. Michael just nodded, not saying anything. Toby and I exchanged looks, wondering what to say.

"Uh...so you know anyone here?" Again, Michael just made a head movement that signified 'no'. Okay, this was going to be hard. Maybe he is full of it, like the rest of them.

"Well, if you want, you can sit with us at lunch but the thing is we don't sit in the cafeteria. We sit on the roof so no one bothers us that is, if you want..." The bell rang, signifying next period.

"Thank you for the offer," Michael said, getting up and leaving us. Toby and I looked at each for a moment before a word passed our lips.

"Uh...okay...what the hell?" I say first.

"Maybe the guy's a recovering mute. He didn't seem to want to talk really," Toby commented, grabbing his bag before following me out of class in order to get to first period.

"Maybe he is just a jerk that is full of it. Soon, we will hear that he screwed Tracy Jacobs," I said a little spiteful, referring to the school bitch and slut.

"Now, now. We mustn't judge people that we don't know. Haven't I taught you anything? Maybe he is just shy or something. Maybe a tragedy befell him at his previous school and he needs us to heal him from his emotional pain!" I stopped and looked at Toby with unamused eyes. He narrowed his.

"What?" He asked.

"Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"I dunno. Mom always says I have an overactive imagination."

"You say I have one of them as well."

"Well, you do!"

"No more than you."

"Anyway, I know that I would like to have a genuine person come to me and offer to be friends rather than some ho or faker if I was new. Wouldn't you?" Toby finished. I couldn't help but nod. He was right, who was I to judge. Maybe Toby was right, maybe something did happen before he moved here...

The day went by as usual, nothing new or interesting. Michael wasn't in one of my classes as of yet, not that I cared or anything. I was just thinking what Toby about being friendly to him. I'll try to be a little bit friendly to him when I see him...if he hasn't been lured into the apparent 'better' life of the cheating jocks and up for anything sluts. With his looks, I wouldn't be surprised if Tracey had sunk her teeth into his neck...I mean that in the very literal sense. Apparently, the girl is a biter.

Lunch came quickly and Toby and I had located to our place up on the roof. The janitor always allowed us to come up here during Lunch so we wouldn't have to sit in the cafeteria. He was a nice guy like that, even making us a key to us incase he was busy. The weather wasn't too bad, a little grey but we didn't mind. We sat facing each other, Toby twitching slightly as he waited for me to pull out our lunches. I couldn't even finish laying out the food as Toby started to devour he could get his hands on. I've always wondered how he manages to eat so much yet stay so thin.

"Oh thank god for food. I thought I wasn't going to make it there," Toby said with a mouth full of tuna sandwich. I just shook my head at him.

"You're a pig," I called him. He just shrugged.

"Have we not established this?" I snigger at him before eating some of my sandwich.

"I guess Michael has made some new friends," I voice. Toby just shrugged.

"Well, at least we can say we tried."

"I guess. It's just a shame that he..." I stopped talking as I heard footsteps coming closer to us. We turned to see Michael coming towards us in big strides, looking like nothing could stop him. He stopped before us, looking down at us, not saying anything.

"Hello!" Toby spoke first, sounding cheerful like usual.

"That offer to sit with you...is it still open?" Michael asked. Toby nodded.

"Of course. Take a seat," Toby said, waving his arm to the space beside us. Michael sat down Indian style and placed his bag to the side, remaining silent once more.

"So, the cafeteria not really your scene?" I ask, wanting some form of conversation happening.

"Everyone kept asking me to sit with them and a lot of girls kept trying to sit close to me. I don't like being crowded," He said.

"Well, feel free to sit with us if you want. There's only two of us so we would need to be very close to you in order to crowd you," Toby said with a smile. Michael nodded, seeming thankfully for it. Silence fell again, making me frown slightly until I noticed something.

"Don't you have any lunch?" I asked Michael. He shook his head.

"No, I...didn't have any time to make anything and...my money situation is tight right now," He said, grimacing slightly as he said this. I can't help but feel for him.

"You can have some of ours if you want," I offered, earning Toby's outcry.

"What! What do you mean 'ours'!" I sigh slightly.

"Alright, you can have some of mine," I correct. Toby exhaled loudly, happy his food was intact.

"It's fine, I don't want to cheat you out of your lunch," Michael said.

"How are you cheating if I'm offering? Seriously, I always make too much anyway. Here." I offer him a sandwich. He looked at it for a minute before taking it from me.

"Thank you," He said, taking a small bit from it. I smile a little.

"No problem. So, tell us, how's your day been so far?" I asked, taking a sip from my bottle.

"It's been...bothersome. Everyone keeps staring at me and saying stuff under their breath."

"You're big news. Nothing really happens here so when a hot new guy joins the school, you're on everyone's lips...not in that sense," Toby explained. I couldn't help but snigger slightly.

"And what's so funny Tabby?"

"You called him hot. You want to tell me something, Toby?"

"I can comment on a guy's looks without being gay, you know!"

"Any other guy yes but you..." Toby threw a candy wrapper at me, making me laugh even more as he missed.

"Oh, shut up! Anyway, no gayness intended. Sorry if I came across like that, Michael."

"It's fine. It's better than the rest of them. They all look at me like I'm some piece of meat," Michael said.

"Chances are, that's all they will see you as," I say, finishing off my sandwich before finding something else to eat.

"Is that why you guys sit up here?" Michael asked. Toby and I looked at each other.

"It's a little more complicated than that," Toby said.

"How so?" Michael questioned.

"We aren't exactly everyone's favourite duo. Nobody really likes us so we keep to ourselves and avoid everyone," I answer. It was the truth. Toby and I weren't popular so we were treated like a disease; come near us and perish. At least, that is their opinion, one that many others employed.

"So, if you want a chance at being popular or whatever, you better leave us and never associated with us. Nice meeting you, Michael," Toby said, before hearing Michael's answer. I guess he just assumed that Michael would leave us and go back to those vultures. It would probably make his life a lot easier. After a few moments of silence, Michael spoke.

"Mikey," He said.

"Uh, what?" I asked, confused by what he said.

"Call me Mikey and I'm fine here, thank you," He said, finishing off his sandwich. I looked at Toby for an answer. Toby just shrugged and grinned.

"Alright then! So, Mikey, tell us your schedule so we can..." Toby trailed off as Mikey hissed slightly at the sudden contact with sunlight. The clouds had parted and aloud the sun to shine. Mikey squeezed his eyes shut as he turned his head away from the sky.

"Are you okay?" I asked, slightly worried by his sudden reaction. He nodded a little.

"Yeah...just a little sensitive to sunlight," He said. I cocked an eyebrow. Sensitive to sunlight? Wasn't there medication for that or something? Shouldn't he stay inside?

"Well, you will fit right in with us! Anyway..." I couldn't believe Toby just let it pass. Was I the only one that thought it was slightly strange but then again, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something to this Mikey Way...

First chap done! Thank you for reading and I hope you continue too. Yes, I realize I have other stories going but I really wanted to write this! I love each member of MCR equally so I wanted to write a Mikey Way fic! So, thanks again for reading and maybe reviewing... :D Until next time!