Wow! This is so not like me, updating twice in two days. Don't get used to it though guys, I havent always got this much time on my hands. :) Just need to say, that the chapter names have nothing to do with the content of that chapter... I just randomly pick my favourite song of the day, so yeah. Enjoy, ;D
Electric xox
Helena P.O.V
God, I hated that guy. Sometimes I wish he'd just pack up and leave. Mum and I would be so much better off without all the needless beatings and constant put downs. Sighing, I found my way to a reasonable sized room.
'Well,' I thought, 'this could take ALOT of work.'
I quickly set to work in setting all my posters around the room. Soon enough, the dark, miserable walls were covered in Black Flag, Green Day, The Smashing Pumpkins, Iron Maiden, Metalica and The Misfits. Smiling to myself, I proceeded to unpack my CD's. Popping The Misfits into my stereo, I began to sing along.
'Oh, all I want to know,
All I want,
With just a touch of my burning hand,
I send my Astro-'
"Nice little voice you got there."
I snapped my head up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice.
"And a great taste in music aswell, may I add."
I just stared.
"I'm Frank by the way. Frank Iero."
I finally found it in myself to adress the stranger.
"Helena Grant."
Standing in my doorway was a guy with longish black hair that covered his eyes. He looked about 5'4", slightly shorter than me.
"May I ask who you are and why your standing in my bedroom door?"
"Oh. yeah! Well, I live across the road from here and I saw you moving your stuff and I thought I'd come and say hi and I did so here I am and yeah!" Wow, he could talk.
"Umm, well nice to meet you." I said to the slightly hyper teen.
From downstairs I could hear my mum talking to someone, before hurried footsteps down the hallway.
"Frank Iero! What did I tell you about hitting on the new girls as soon as they arrive?" The worried face of a second teenage boy appeared next to Frank's slightly amused one.
"Jeez mikey! I only came to say hi." Frank defended.
The boy, 'Mikey', looked about 15 and had straightened brown hair that almost covered his eyes, which were a beautiful hazel colour. Glasses sat perched on the end of his nose. Overall he looked quite geeky, if it wasn't for the Smashing Pumkins t-shirt he wore.
"Oh! Ummmm, hey, I'm Mikey. I umm, live next door."
"Helena. Hi." I said simply.
"So," Frank said to break this awkward scilence, "You'll be going to Bellville High I take it?"
"Yeah," I groaned at the thought of school, "I start on Monday."
"Awesome! Well, I guess we'll see you there then!" Mikey said stated a little over enthusiastically.
Frank studied him warily. "Yeah... Well, we'd best be getting you back, Mikes. You know how paranoid your mum gets at your unexplained absenses."
"Wow Frankie, those were big words for such a small guy." Mikey said to his friend teasingly.
"Oh shut up about my height! I'm not small!"
I just chuckled at the two.
"Well, you are kinda fun sized.." I looked him up and down.
Frank groaned. "Not you aswell." He grumbled before muttering goodbye and turning his back on mine and Mikey's laughing forms.
"Well," Mikey said after he'd recovered from his laughing fit, "I guess I'll see you at school then. That is, if you want to be seen hanging around with us..."
"It'll be nice to know someone around here!"
We said our goodbyes, and as I watched Mikey retreating back to his own house, I realised things might not be that bad after all.
Gerard P.O.V
I got up sleepily from my all day long position on my bed. Looking around my room, I noticed all the scraps of paper with random drawings on them. I would have to clean that up later. It was that moment I realised I needed coffee. Like, NOW. Go ahead, call me a friek. With my long black hair, comic book obsession, coffee addiction and the amount of cigarette packets strewn across the room, thats what I got all the time. I was kinda used to it. Stumbling to the kitchen, I groped around the cupboard for the coffee. None. I checked the working top. Again, no coffee. Anger boiled up inside me.
"Michael James Way, I swear you are a dead man." I muttered to myself. Unfortunately for him, he chose that moment to walk through the door.
"Hey, bro! Wassup?" He said stupidly.
I found all my anger dissapearing at the stupidity of his comment.
"Seriously?" Was my only reaction.
"yeah, sounded kinda stupid, huh? Ah well," He shrugged it of, "I come bearing coffee!"
"Mikey Way, I absolutely love you."
"Gay." I heard him murmur.
I told him to shut up and give me the damn coffee. So thats how the rest of our evening went. Drinking coffee with my younger brother, whilst he told me about a rather interesting sounding girl who'd just moved in next door...
Woohoo! Second chapter up. Please tell me what you think in a review, I really appreciate it.
This is Electric Revenge, signing off. xox
