Disclaimer: I do not own any of the My Chemical Romance members! All I own is my characters and my story line! This story takes place when Mikey, and Frank, are in high school and Gerard and Ray had just gotten out of high school. Sadly Bob is no longer in the band….so I think I'll leave him out. I hope you enjoy my new story!
Present Day/ Mikey's POV:
I ran up to the front door of my house, not able to hold in the tears any longer. I opened the front door and I could see my brother watching TV.
"Hey Mikes, how did….." Gerard didn't finish his sentence because he saw my face had tears running down it. He ran over to me, "Mikey what happened?"
I just shook my head, "You can say I told you so," I choked out. Gerard held me tightly.
"I didn't ever want to," Gerard whispered.
Three months earlier/Kelly's POV:
I sat out on the red picnic benches taking in the sun at my school. It was during lunch and I could hear my friends arguing over something.
"Hello, Earth to Kelly Taylor," My best friend Gracie Reynolds snapped her fingers in front of my face. Gracie was about five foot two, had long dark brown hair, and lively gold eyes. She has been my friend since the second grade and we are now juniors. Me, well I am about five foot five, have long chocolate brown hair, and emerald green eyes. We are what you would call popular, we party, we're defiantly not hurting with money, we both live in gated areas, our parents spoil us, and we have lots of friends.
"Hmmm, yeah" I said looking at her.
"Don't you agree that Sammy should break up with Kyle?" Gracie stated.
"Yeah totally, he treats you like crap." I said looking to Sammy.
"Of course you're going to agree with Gracie." Sammy said rolling her eyes and stomping off. Gracie just laughed and started talking with another girl.
"Hey Kelly, come over here." Blake Hunter yelled to me. He was probably six two, had short blonde hair, and serious blue eyes, but he really wasn't ever serious. He stood there by the chain fence with his football buddies. I walked over to him. "I've got something I wanna ask you." I smiled and let him explain his plan.
Mikey's POV:
I walked over to my group of friends; they sat underneath a huge tree. The grass was really soft there. But on my way Blake Hunter ran straight into my shoulder, making me fall to the ground.
"Watch where ya' going nerd!" He yelled then walked away laughing. I sighed and picked myself up off the ground, then continued my way over to the tree.
"Hey, Mikey you okay?" Frank asked he was standing up, probably just in case things turned for the worse between Blake and me.
"Yeah I'm fine," I stated sitting next to Frank. By group of friends I only meant Frank, to me Frank was enough. He would beat up anyone who messed with me or him.
"So did Gerard get into art school?" Frank asked. Gerard was my older brother; Gerard was like my best friend I could tell him anything.
"Oh yeah, he found out on Saturday." I reported. Frank was short; maybe five feet at most, he had very dark brown hair, and brown eyes. But don't underestimate him he was very strong. I was probably five nine or five ten, had medium length dirty blond hair, and I wore glasses over my dark brown eyes. We weren't popular at all, it was basically just us, but we were both fine with that.
"That's great, maybe he'll become an artist." Frank smiled.
"Maybe, he's very good." I smirked.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask, why did you leave early yesterday?" Frank asked.
"Asthma," I stated, I had really bad asthma, and it was so bad my doctor wouldn't even let me run at PE. Almost every time the air was thick with smog or whatever, I had to leave early.
"I'm sorry, but I guess you wouldn't want another repeat of last year." Frank said biting into an apple. Oh yeah, last year, I had forgotten my inhaler and I had an asthma attack during class and they had to call the ambulance. I was very embarrassing.
"Defiantly wouldn't want that," I agreed. I took out an orange and started to peel it when someone covered me with their shadow. I looked up, fearing it might be Blake or one of his friends, but it was Kelly, Kelly Taylor. I didn't know if she wanted anything, or if I did something wrong, you could bet that I was confused. "Hey," Is what came out of my mouth.
"Hey, my friends are being jerks mind if I sit here?" She asked sweetly. Frank and I looked at each other unsure what to make of Kelly's actions.
"Why?" Frank asked he had a slight glare in his eyes.
"I just told you why…" Kelly said pointing to her friends.
"But why with us? We both know that you have plenty of other friends." Frank said.
"I know, but I was hoping to maybe make new friends, I mean you can never have enough friends…..right?" Kelly said with a small smile.
I knew Frank probably didn't want her over here but I said, "C'mon man it's just for one day."
"I guess you're right…..you can sit here." Frank said scooting closer to me. Kelly smiled and sat across from us. I knew both Frank and me looked very uncomfortable…we don't like new people very much. Kelly shifted in her seat, she also looked uncomfortable.
"So, where did you guys apply for college?" Kelly asked obviously wanting to start a conversation.
"Community colleges…..nothing fancy." Frank answered.
"Same here," I replied, "Where'd you apply to?"
"Some community colleges…and Juilliard," Kelly smiled. I got a confused look on my face, what does she do that she actually wants to go to Juilliard? I thought to myself.
"Shooting for the stars huh? What do you do?" Frank asked, basically reading my mind.
"I play the violin and I dance…..I'm hoping to pursue a dancing career." Kelly responded.
"Cool," Frank and I said in unison. I could tell Frank was relaxing a little. For the next ten minutes or so, we talked about random stuff, like what pets we have, favorite movie…..stuff like that. After the bell rung we went our separate ways, I had History next. I didn't mind history, but I hated the teacher. His name was Mr. Chrisman. He was a middle aged man, with gray starting to show at the roots of his black hair, he was a tall man, and he had dark green eyes. And he absolutely hated me, I think he thought that I was a rebel and all I wanted to do was make him look like a fool. I took my seat in the back corner of his room. I could swear that I heard him growl at me. Once the bell rung Mr. Chrisman coughed and started his lesson. It was something about a war…I didn't really listen much.
"Mr. Way!" Mr. Chrisman yelled. I snapped out of my distraction haze, and looked to the front.
"Yeah," I answered, the teacher's face started to turn red, and his nostrils flared out. And I had to deal with this guy daily.
"When did the Korean War start?" He quizzed.
This is easy I thought, "June 25, 1950," I answered.
"Right," Mr. Chrisman mumbled, he probably thought I would get the question wrong; I smirked because maybe I liked making him feel like a fool. I slid down in my seat, getting comfortable until the bell rung.
Kelly's POV:
I sat in my language class, thinking about what I was going to do. I knew it was wrong, but I mean it was five hundred dollars. Maybe I wouldn't even get Mikey to come to prom, I thought to myself. But if I did get Mikey to come to prom I would surely break his heart, Oh God, maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this, I sighed. But it is five hundred dollars. But Mikey seemed nice…and he was kinda cute. Okay, just don't think about what will happen, just focus on getting Mikey to prom.
These are the thoughts that I was thinking until the bell broke into my thoughts. My last class was uneventful, and soon enough the bell rung and I was able to go home. I grabbed my bag and walked outside. I caught a glimpse of Mikey and Frank getting into a silver car with what looked like an older man with black hair. I saw Mikey laughing with the older man, completely oblivious that in three months I would break his heart.