I'm Not Okay 2
A/N: Oh yay. School. Which means updates will not come as fast D: Vivi is sorry. I'll try my best though. Oh hey. Around this week, it is officially 10 years of MCR 3 Now on with the story~ This was a really hard chapter to write, I re-wrote it several times because I don't really have a plot. Thanks to my friend Jennifer (Who sadly does not have an account here.) for helping me edit the story and write a teeny part of it 3
Frank POV
HOLY SHIT THERE WERE SKITTLES EVERYWHERE! I WAS DIVING INTO A PILE OF SKITTLES WHEN..
BEEP BEEP BEEP. My eyes flew open. Fuck you alarm. I wanted to go into that skittle pile. I looked over at the alarm clock. Oh fuck. I was gonna be late if I didn't get my ass out of bed. I got up, did my normal morning ritual and went to my closet. What was I supposed to wear? I decided that a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans would work fine today. It took too long to dress up all nicely today. I ran my hands through my short black hair and grabbed my backpack. My parents had already gone to work, so I grabbed a pack of skittles and left the house.
I was halfway to the school when I came across a group of jocks. Oh shit. I made a run for it, and luckily they didn't notice me. I liked being short sometimes. I finally got to the school and headed to my first class. Chemistry. I only had it with Ray, so I sat down in the back beside him. We had to mix this shit together and see what happened or something. For some reason, Ray was scribbling all over his paper with a crayon. Okay. I continued to pour this yellow thing into the beaker. It smelled like lemon skittles. But it looked like piss. Hmm.. What if it actually tasted like skittles?
Ray POV.
I had finished whatever the teacher told us to do, and I left Frank to do the rest. I found a crayon on the floor and had started scribbling on my paper. Not like the teacher collects our work anyway. I looked over at Frank to see if he was done. He wasn't. Instead, he was drinking the yellow liquid. He stopped and clutched his stomach.
"Do. Not. Drink. That. Shit." He said. The teacher had noticed, so he told this girl to take Frank to the nurse. Frank was an idiot. I finished up the experiment and recorded the results. Just as I finished the last word, the bell rang. We packed up our stuff and left.
Frank POV.
Note to self: Do not drink things in chemistry. No matter how much they smell like skittles. Luckily that shit wasn't poisonous, so I was good. They made me sit down there for like 10 minutes. I was a bit better now, and was extremely bored. Fuck, I was counting the tiles on the floor. I finally got to go to class, my favourite of all. Music class. Gerard and Ray were both in my class. I slipped into the classroom unnoticed. I met up with Ray and Gee in our usual practice room. We all played guitar, but Gerard wasn't very good. I ran through the pieces that our teacher gave us, and then quickly went to my own. I heard a quiet voice singing.
"Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say. 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." That was great. I stopped playing and looked over at Gerard. He was the one singing. He stopped as soon as he realized Ray and I were listening.
"Gee. Did you write that?" He nodded.
"That was fucking amazing."
"Thanks." He mumbled, and started to fiddle with his guitar. Ray started to play a random riff on guitar and I joined him.
"We need to write this down. This sounds great." Ray got out a piece of paper and started writing down his part in TABs. I wrote down what I just played, re-playing it in the process. The only sounds that were heard were the instruments playing in the music room and the pencils on the paper. Gerard broke the silence.
"Guys. You know what would be so cool?" Ray and I looked up.
"What?"
"If we started a fucking band."
"Yeah, but we wouldn't make it, would we?" replied Ray.
"We could always try."
"Sure, I'm in." Ray said.
"Okay. But we need a bassist and a drummer?"
"I think Bob plays the drums, I'm not sure though." Just as he said that, the bell rang, signaling the end of second period and the beginning of lunch. I put the guitar back in its place in the music storage room and gathered up my stuff. I went with Gerard and Ray to meet up with Mikey and Bob in our usual lunch spot. I saw that Mikey was sitting there listening to music. Bob was silently doing his work, his lunch sitting beside him untouched. They looked up when they noticed us approaching. Mikey pulled out one headphone.
"Hey." He said. He took out his lunch and started eating it. We all ate in silence. Gerard broke the silence.
"Bob, you play the drums right?" He looked up from his work.
"Yeah." He mumbled, going back to his work. He scribbled one last thing and looked it over. He looked satisfied and put it away. He looked up.
"Why?"
"We want to start a band." I stated. Mikey looked up.
"I don't know... people already hate us, so what will make you think that they'll like our music?" He stated. That was true..
"We'll never know if we don't try. They already hate us enough, what do we have to lose?" Ray replied.
"He's right, we should at least try." I added.
"He's got a point there, Mikes." Gerard said.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." Mikey said. "But who plays what? I can't play anything.."
"Bob plays drums, Ray and I play guitars and Gerard sings."
"But who plays bass?" He asked. We all looked at him. "Me? I can't…"
"C'mon Mikes, you've always wanted to, ever since you were a kid. Why not learn now?" Gerard asked.
"Uh. Okay then. We need a name though." He looked around. He looked at the book Bob was reading. The book was called 'Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance' We were all silent, until Mikey broke the silence.
"Oh, I know! The Chemical Romance." That didn't sound right…
"Your Chemical Romance?" I suggested. Wait. No. We were thinking when Mikey broke the silence once again.
"My Chemical Romance."
Well, I hope you enjoyed that chapter :) I'll try to update more often. And REVIEW THIS. PLEASE. I will not update until I get 3 more reviews because that's just the kind of selfish bitch I am.
