Vampires Will Never Hurt You.
A/N: so I've decided at giving up on And This Love That Is Waycest and I started writing this one. Sooo. Yeahh.. Enjoy my little RayneDrops!
~Rayne
Chapter One: It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Fucking Deathwish.
Gerard's P.O.V.
New town, new school. I hate moving around so much. It's a fucking pain-in-the-ass. With the packing and the leaving your friends, not to mention moving with the abusive motherfucking bastard I call a father. We just moved into our new shitty house, and today is mine and Mikey's first day of school at Belleville High. Oh yeah, my name is Gerard Way, and I just moved here from New York. The only things that are unpacked are my schoolbag and some clothes. I get up off of my bed and pull on some black skinny jeans and a Misfits tee. I grab my bag and walk up to Mikey's room and knock at his door.
"Come in." he replies to my knocking.
I open the door and walk in.
"Come no Mikey; let's leave before he wakes up…" I tell him, trying to be quiet so he doesn't hear.
It doesn't work. I hear the footsteps of a hopeless drunk trying not to trip over his feet, walking down the hall. Shitfuck.
"Come on!" I tell Mikey, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of his bed. He was already dressed and had his backpack on when he grabbed my wrist and started running. We were just at the front door when I heard a thud, a squeal, and glass breaking. I turn around, and sure enough, I see my dad had thrown his empty beer bottle at Mikey's head. Luckily he had just barely missed and hit the door. I open the front door and drag Mikey out of it. We run until we're about halfway to school and then we slow into a walk. 15 minutes 'till school starts. We get closer to the school and I see students walking to school. I hear a bunch of them say: "hey emo fags!" and "go back to where you came from freaks!" you know, the usual. But there was one that kind of stood out to me: "hey look! Frank's got a new boyfriend!" I wonder who Frank is. I push the thought aside as we reach the front doors of the school. I sigh and push the front doors open and I see the office.
"Frank Iero to the front office please." The intercom announces. I guess I'll be meeting this "Frank" soon. I walk up to the front desk and pull a frightened Mikey behind me.
"Hi, Mikey Way and I, Gerard Way, are new, and today is our first day." I say, too used to saying that. I watch the lady type away at her computer and pause to look up at us.
"Oh yes, here are your schedules." The lady replies with a bright smile on her face. The smile instantly disappears as she looks behind us, and I turn to see what she was looking at. A boy with black fringe and blonde sides stood in the door with a bright smile on his face, along with red stuff that looks like blood. It's probably just paint, though. He flicks his hair out of his eyes and I catch a glimpse of his beautiful hazel eyes.
"Hello, Frank, the nurse wants to see you in her office." The lady at the front desk tells who I assume is Frank. As he walks past me, I see that he has a lip and nose ring, he catches me looking at them, I instantly look away and blush a furious red. I look back at him and he winks at me, and now I bet I look like a bright red fucking tomato.
I look down at my schedule in my hands and see I have music class first, then I look at Mikey's schedule and see he has the same. It's a mixed class so it has students from different grades in it. Good thing Mikey brought his bass. We walk down the hallway and hear the beat of drums and a guitar playing with the drums. That must be music class, I thought.
I opened the door to the room the beat was coming from and I see a dude with the best fucking 'fro I've ever seen, playing the guitar, and a guy with blonde hair and a lip ring playing the drums. Mikey pulls out his bass, plugs it into an amplifier that was just kind of sitting there, and started playing along with the 'fro guy. Mikey elbows me and tells me to sing one of the songs I wrote. I try to think of one that would go well with this tune. I finally think of one.
Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say. I'm not okay What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems? I'm not okay
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
(I'm not okay)
I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
Then the 'fro dude does this rad (bad choice of words, I know) guitar solo, then I continue.
Forget about the dirty looks I'm okay But you really need to listen to me I'm not okay
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
"That was really good." The guy on the drums said.
"Yeah, did you write that?" 'fro guy asks. I nodded in reply, blushing slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Frank leaning against the door frame, just staring at me, shocked. He looked away, and looked behind me. He started walking towards the back of the room, walking right past me, and picked up a white guitar with the word Pansy on it. He started playing and I thought it was the most amazing playing I've ever heard. He noticed me staring at him and stopped playing, looking at me.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Uh-huh?" I say, coming out of the trance I was in by his playing.
"Your name, what is it." He asks again.
"Oh, uhm, Gerard, Gerard Way."
For what you did to me
And what I'll do to you
You get
What everyone else gets
You get a lifetime