Genius, Thy Name Is Not Noel

By Celebel

Rating: PG-13 for language and sheer stupidity

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize here…which is basically everything. I do however, own Noel, Adrian, Zeke, Jack, and Erick. But that's about it. Breaking Benjamin and Green Day also own themselves.

Summary: Noel, Zeke, Adrian, Jack, and Erick are normal teenagers in a band together (no romantic connections people!) struggling to get to the top. What happens when they are thrown into Middle Earth? Chaos.

A/N: Finally back after a long absence I present my new story, which is probably a HORRID Mary-Sue, but so what? I'm open to suggestions, and constructive criticism. Flames will either be ignored or used to heat my house.


"Just call my name

You'll be ok

Your scream is crawling through my veins.

Sooner of later you're gonna hate it

Go ahead and throw your life away

Driving me under, leaving me out there

Go ahead and throw your life away"

I listened to Adrian's raspy voice as he sang out our version of Breaking Benjamin's haunting Sooner or Later with raw amazement. His voice always did me in. I have no effing idea why, but it was like magic. Go figure.

"Noel! Nooooooeeeeeelll!" I popped back into reality upon seeing Zeke's hand in front of my face, being waved around as Zeke called my name, drawing out the O, E, and L in my name, making me feel really stupid.

"Wha-sorry, zoning." I said slapping away the bass player's hand, which was still waving away in front of my face, much to my annoyance, and glanced around at the rest of the band, all of whom groaned upon my announcement that I was, in fact, zoning out totally, during which I stopped playing my guitar completely.

"That much is obvious. If the fact that you just stopped playing was any hint."

I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. "Sorry guys…" I muttered. I could never concentrate well. I wasn't ADD, but I couldn't concentrate worth shit. It was a known fact amongst the band that I always had to be doing something. If I had nothing to do I would resort to biting my nails, which would explain the absence of said nails.

"Whatever," Jack, our drummer said "We were gonna take a break after that song anyways." He said with a shrug, signaling my brief trip to Noel Land was no big deal.

I looked around at the other guys for confirmation. Zeke was already going about getting soda for himself, ignoring the whole situation. Adrian offered me a small smile and playfully tugged on my ponytail as he went to work on Lord knows what. Erick, our back-up guitar and vocals guy who ironically said next to nothing when he wasn't singing, winked at me and wandered into the adjacent kitchen. Without a word he grabbed the Coke can out of Zeke's hand, took a sip and placed it back in Zeke's hand, ignoring the bassist's loud protests.

I grinned slightly. All the guys, though all older than me, were so much less mature most of the time. Adrian and Erick were the two oldest, Adrian was 19 and out of high school while Erick was 18 and a senior. Of course, we can't forget that Adrian provides us with our practice space. Adrian had never gotten along with his parents, and the moment he was legal age he moved out and, using his massive bank account (the one reason he likes his parents…they are absolutely filthy rich), bought an apartment, which is where we practiced. Jack and Zeke were both juniors and both 17. And then there was me. The definite baby of the group. At 14 and a mere freshman, I was definitely the youngest. And possibly the most mature. God help us.

Sighing, I flopped back on Adrian's rather worn-out couch and lied there for a few minutes before I heard the ever-so-familiar sound of Zeke's battle cry, and before I could brace myself, I found a 170-something pound 17 year old male dressed in all black on top of me. Said creature's name was Jack. Alas! The best was yet to come. As I attempted to push Jack off of me I felt more weight on top of me.

"Oh my God!" I gasped out from my position underneath Jack and Zeke, though both guys were straight, they both took enjoyment at crushing me under their weight. They would apparently much rather risk looking gay than to give up an oppertunity to crush me. This was so not comfortable. "Please get off!" I said, suppressing a giggle, suddenly realizing the hilarity of the situation.

"As fun as it is to crush Noel, You guys have to get off. We need a guitarist." I heard Zeke and Jack groan in protest at Adrian's command, but got up anyways.

"Thank God!" I yelled as soon as they were off. Sitting up I made a mental note to myself to never lie down on one of Adrian's couches again, especially not when anyone else was around. Such as anyone in the band.

"Can we torment her anyways?" Jack asked, acting the part of the whiny two year old.

Say no, say no chanted over and over again in my head.

Adrian shrugged. "I really don't give a damn. Honestly, just as long as she is still alive and can still play I'm fine with it."

"Why'd you stop us before then?" Zeke asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because you two lying on top of her together would probably kill her." I heard the response come from Erick, his voice tinged with laughter.

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

"You think you're so special. Don't ya?"

Erick paused before responding, making it look as though he was really thinking about the question. "Yeah."

"Damn you Erick."

Erick shrugged. "Love you too Zeke." He said sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah." Zeke muttered, chucking a black pillow at Erick's head, which hit its target dead on.

It was at that moment that I realized that that had to have been the longest conversation anybody has ever had with Erick. Ironically it was with the band member who acts like a three year old. Go figure.

"So we can?" I tuned into the conversation between Zeke, Adrian, and Jack halfway through, therefore making it impossible for me to understand what was going on.

"So we can what?" I questioned.

"Cut off all your hair and tape it to the walls as new wallpaper. This place needs a change, don't you think so?" Adrian answered his expression dead serious.

"Two things, A) that's a horrible idea," I grabbed my waist length hair defensively. The stuff was a horrible color (it was, as Zeke had dubbed it, mud brown), and had next to no body, but I still refused to part with it, despite the wars I fought against it every morning. "And B) you suck Adrian." I finished.

Adrian held his hands up defensively.

At that Jack got up from his position on the coffee table (!). "Maybe we should go back to practicing you guys?" He said, posing it more as a question then a statement, leaving it open for debate, which there was surprisingly none of.

Silently I picked up my guitar and strummed a few experimental chords on it before deeming it fine to play, then, upon the song being chosen, launched into to beginning verse.


Halfway through the third song (all was actually going surprisingly well) my cell phone rang. Actually, it was one of Adrian's old ones. He had gotten a new phone and then changed the number due to his obsessive ex-girlfriend constantly calling him, but anyways...I scrambled to grab the phone, which was still ringing to American Idiot, possibly the best song to describe myself and my friends.

"Hello?"

"Hey." It was Jared, my boyfriend. I was admittedly totally in love with him.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked happily.

I looked at Jack who was mouthing over and over "Who is it?" to which I mouthed back "Jared", which naturally caused all the guys to start making faces, pretending that they were disgusted.

"Er…I have something to tell you…" My bright smile quickly faded into a frown as I heard the hesitance in Jared's voice.

"What?"

"I can't go out with you."

Incredible how many emotions that single sentence can bring. "What! Why?"

The other guys all looked at me, the concern evident on their faces at my rapid mood change. Even Zeke, the 17 year old with the maturity of a 5 year old was looking rather adult like.

"Er…ThereisthisothergirlIreallylikeherandhavebeendatingherfortwomonths."

Jared said that so quickly that I missed most of it, but picked up on "other girl" and "dating for two months". More emotions coming up. The one most dominant one being hate.

"Who?"

"Huh?"

"Who is the girl?"

It was at that moment that the guys all realized what was going on and all of their eyes widened in turn as realization dawned.

"Kelly Jackson."

At least it wasn't someone that I thought of as a friend. Life could be worse. Kelly Jackson was a bitch to me, so of course I was a bitch back. I know, I could be responsible and shit, but I don't want to be.

"Oh."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Noel, I'm sor-"

I cut off Jared's apology. "No, you aren't. Just shut up. I thought we had something, I really did. I fucking loved you." I whispered the last part.

My admission brought silence. "Jared, don't call me again, don't speak to me again, just erase me from your memories, and be happy knowing that that is exactly what I am doing. Erasing your name from my world. I thought we had something, but I was wrong. You played me like a fool, when I'm not." I said the last sentence so softly I wasn't sure he heard it, but I didn't care. I hung up.

I sat on the floor and curled up into a little ball, as much as I had just let only the anger show through in my conversation to Jared, the sadness was still there, along with the anger.

"Noel?" I peeked out from my little world and saw Adrian sitting by my side, looking around I saw the rest of the guys near me as well.

I furiously wiped my eyes free of my tears, ashamed that I had let my sadness show like that. I never let my sadness show, or I tried to keep it inside…which would probably be the explanation for my temper. I don't cry, so I lash out instead. That's my world.

Adrian hesitantly put his arm around my shoulders in a comforting manner of sorts, but it was clear he had next to no experience calming girls down. But eh, it's the effort that counts. I was honestly surprised none of the guys had had a panic attack.

I leaned my head on Adrian's shoulder, just glad for his presence. I felt someone playing with my hair and looked behind me on the couch to see Jack and Erick in a wild attempt to braid my hair. They were doing horribly, but once again, effort.

"We'll kill him if you want girly."

I grinned at Zeke's joking comment, always glad to have Zeke around. The guy could turn next to anything into a joke, which could be annoying, but most of the time it was welcomed.

I giggled and shook my head, just happy to know that these guys would watch out for me, no matter what, I was like their little sister, and liked it that way.

I would never have it any other way.


A/N: Hey! I hope you all liked the story, or what's posted right now. Tell me through a review hint hint. Things will get more exciting in the next chapter. In this chapter I just wanted to introduce you to the two main characters and the supporting characters, and what they are like.

So, I'll post more soon!

-Celebel