Author: Miss My Chemical Romance
Rating: PG to PG-13
Reason for Rating: Romance
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own My Chemical Romance OR Mindless Self Indulgence. All these happenings are fictional.
Chapter 1
A night breeze made me shiver, so I zipped up my jacket.
The park was dark except for one flickering street light. I stopped walking to watch the bulb struggle for life. Soon it burned out, so I cursed under my breath at the darkness.
I continued my walk until I reached the pond. I sat on the bench and looked at my reflection in the water.
It was cloudy and the moon was dull, but I could still slightly see. I threw a rock at the reflection of my face.
The trees that were once perfectly green were beginning to turn perfectly red. Prefectly orange. Perfectly yellow.
Sitting among the perfect trees was imperfect me.
My face was deathly pale, my eyeliner smudged. My black hair was in a ratty mess. My expression said hate.
I stood again and started walking again. I moved along the path, stopping once to gaze at the stars.
I saw the shadow of a person sitting in the grass. A girl, I assumed.
"excuse me...miss?" I called out.
The girl stood and ran, her hair flowing behind her. Seeing from her figure, it was definately a girl.
I didn't bother chasing her, I would scare her even more. I just stood, looking around for her.When she didn't return, I resumed my walk.
About one and a half hours later, I saw the shadow again. This time, she was laying on the ground.
I walked over and looked at her for a moment.
She had straight black hair in two long pigtails. She was wearing a black thick strapped (no sleeves) shirt and a plaid mini skirt.
I kneeled down next to her. She appeared to be asleep. I shook her slightly and she jolted awake.
"Who are you?!" she screamed.
"Shh. Shh. I'm not going to hurt you. I was just taking a walk. What are you doing out here?" I asked.
She was beathing heavily, and holding her heart like she'd had a heart attack.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she practically lept back.
"I'm sorry," I said, raising my arms up. "Just calm down a minute. Are you okay? Where do you live? If you want, I can take you home."
The girl looked me up and down. She stood. I stood, too.
I looked at her legs. "Aren't you cold?"
She, still not looking me in the eye, nodded.
I slowly stepped closer to her. "Won't you talk to me? I don't mean to scare you."
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She looked me in the eye. "I don't have anywhere to go home to."
I looked at her for a minute. I knew this would probably creep her out, so I said, "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable, really, it's okay. But, uhm, do you want to come home with me?"
She looked at the ground. After a while she nodded and took a step toward the exit of the park.
We walked to my house. It wasn't a great house. It was small and messy. It was dark and dull, too.
I walked her to my room. "This is my room," I said. "You can sleep here, but if you don't want to, I can find you somewhere else."
"Could you?" she asked. "I don't really know you."
I nodded and walked around the house. The tiny house had no guest room. I came to a conclusion.
"Here's the thing. You sleep in my room, I'll sleep on the couch"
She shook her head. "Oh no, I can't take your bed from you."
"Yes you can. I can't force my guest onto the couch! What kind of host do you think I am?"
She laughed. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's okay. Now make yourself comfortable. Do you like coffee?"
"Love it!" she glowed.
I walked to the kitchen to make coffee. The girl sat at the table.
I got us two mugs of coffee and sat at the table.
I slid her coffee across the table at her.
"So," I began, holding my coffee with two hands, "What's your name?"
The girl took a sip of coffee before answering, "Lyn-Z."
"That's a nice name," I said.
Lyn-Z smiled. "What's yours?"
"Gerard."
