Hello good people of the internet! So last week I went to this awesome record shop that's like an hour from where I live, but it was so amazing! They had old and new vinyls, CD's, posters, banners, band tee's, some crappy guitars, and a bunch of other things. I got a Fall Out Boy shirt and my brother got a System of a Down banner and it was so hard to not fan girl there. Anyway you need to know this because the record shop in this chapter is modeled after the one I went to only with better guitars and stuff.
Well here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own MCR
Charlie's POV
I sat there in shock. I had a brother? And he was none other than the Frank Iero. The same Frank Iero that was the rhythm guitarist of my all time favorite band.
"Excuse me?" I asked. There was no possible way that Frank Iero was brother, this was just a joke.
"I'm your brother, Charlie," Frank said looking straight at me. I simply shook my head at him.
"How is that even possible? No one's ever mentioned you before and my last name isn't Iero."
"Honey, no one knew who your father was and Prior isn't your real last name," Stefanie said to me with a sympathetic expression. She would barely even look at me on a normal day and now that my famous long lost brother shows up, she cares. I look at her and gave her an emotionless look, her sympathy was the last thing I wanted.
"Look, I swear I just found out about you and I was pretty confused too," Frank said and then he explained how his parents, my parents, were divorced and how his father got me and his mother forgot about me. I wasn't surprised that she would forget, I mean I've spent my whole life without any real family; being forgotten isn't a new thing to me.
"So basically our mother never told you about me until now and she didn't think I would like her, so she sent you to find me?" I asked Frank.
"Well she said that she thought that what she let happen wasn't forgivable or something like that, but I guess yeah," he said scratching the back of his head. I understood what he meant about our mom. I probably would never see her as a mother, more like a stranger that made a mistake that messed up my life. But how could I hold a grudge against someone I don't know?
I also wasn't mad at Frank, more confused and to tell the truth I wasn't sure I trusted him. After everything I've been through trust was a hard thing to come by. Even though I practically worshipped him and his band for more than a year, I didn't know what he was like or if he would end up like all the other foster homes I've been to. No, I couldn't trust Frank, not yet.
"Well it seems like you were going somewhere before Charlie, maybe you could take Frank with you and you two could talk more?" Stefanie asked me with hope in her voice; I knew she wanted to get rid of me.
I looked over at Frank and he smiled and nodded at me. I sighed, but nodded my head and stood up anyway. I motioned for Frank to follow me and we both headed out of the door. We walked down the sidewalk in silence and Frank headed straight to the new car I had seen earlier.
So it's his car then?
He smiled at me and opened the car door for me. I mumbled a 'Thanks' and slide into the shiny new car. The seats were comfy leather and the whole interior of the car looked shiny and new, but old and broken in at the same time.
Frank climbed into the driver's seat and turned to me, "So where we going?"
I thought about it for a second before replying, "The music and record shop." I was going to go there anyway and why should I let suddenly having a brother change my plans?
I gave him directions and we drove in the silence. The only sound was the music coming out of the radio and we soon arrived at the small store. I told him where to park and then we both got out of the car. We both headed into the store and as I opened the door the amazing scent of old vinyl records hit me. I smiled and saw that Tim was behind the counter.
"Hi Charlie," Tim said.
"Hey Tim," I replied and continued walking, Frank following behind.
"Who's your boyfriend?" Tim asked.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Apparently he's my brother."
"Foster?"
"No, biological," I answered. You see Tim knew about my, um, situation and he was probably my only friend. He understood me and never pried when things were bad. He would let me come in and play the different instruments or listen to CD's when I didn't have the money to buy them. He even gave me a job here so I could buy food and clothes and stuff like that.
Tim nodded in understanding and went back to whatever he was doing before. Frank and I started flipping through CD's before I finally ventured over to the instruments. I went straight to the keyboard and starting playing a melody that had been stuck in my head for awhile.
My eyes closed as I let my fingers dance along the keys making beautiful sounds. I eventually stopped playing and opened my eyes. Tim stood there beaming at me while Frank had a shocked look on his face.
"You can play keyboard?!" He exclaimed.
I nodded sheepishly and while looking at the ground mumbled, "And guitar, violin, drums, and a little bass."
"Oh my God, that's amazing!"
We spent another hour in the shop looking at CD's, me playing keyboard, and Frank questioning me about all the instruments I could play. We both then waved to Tim and yelled 'Bye.'
"So is Starbucks okay?" I asked as I was thirsty and hungry, I hadn't eaten since this morning. Since there were a lot of kids staying at my foster home, like ten, my foster parents didn't have enough money to buy enough food for all of us and since I was the oldest, usually I would eat last or not at all. But I wasn't going to tell Frank that.
"YES!" Frank screamed, grabbed my hand, and ran off to the Starbucks that was around the corner.
So how was it? What do you think is going to happen at Starbucks?
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Rock on,
~blue abatar spirit
