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-Chapter One-
It was sunny. Not to warm. Not to cold.
Sort of...perfect.
Gerard Way lit his cigarrette and inhaled the smoke, letting it cleanse his mind. He was sitting on a swing in the Belleville childrens park. Ignoring the empty stares of unknowing parents. He'd been to this park many times before as a kid with his grandmother, he'd sat on this swing as she pushed him, giving him the experiance of flying he'd never really had anywhere else except in his imagination.
He remembered laughing at little Mikey who tumbled down the slide and landed in the sandbox about 5 feet away. He smiled, remembering his childhood. Just like now, he kept all the great memories of the rare occasions of being able to go out on the swings, he put the good savored memories in the back of his head.
A father gave him the look that said "Better start walking, you're on my little princesses swing." Gerard stood up and smiled slightly as he watched the little girl jump onto the swing and wait for her dad to push her.
And make her fly high.
His cell phone suddenly began to scream "Back in Black." The vibrations of it gave him the sudden chill that you get when your phone rings unexpectedly. He picked it up.

"Yeah?"

"Gerard, Frank is having a small get together with some of his New Jersey friends who are in town. He wants you to come down to Chester. Do you know where that is?" It was Mikey. He sounded exited, like there was a purpose the group wanted him down there.


"Right now!?" Gerard hated the way his voice sounded so...obnoxious. He regretted sounding like he had something so much better to do then be with his friends and family. Besides, Chester was a small town over an hour away.

"Yeah. Now." Gerard heard a tint of hurt in his voice.

"Okay. I'll try to get there as fast as I can." He changed his tone to the "I'm-your-older-brother-and-I-love-you-very-much" voice.

"Hey, Gee?"

"Yeah?"

"Where are you, anyway?"

Gerard smiled to himself as he found his car, and slid into the front seat. "Belleville."

"Doing what?" Gerard could picture his brother tilting his head in the way he did when he was genuinly confused.

"Observing my childhood memories." Gee rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'm just vistiting." He paused. "Remember that time when I pushed you down the slide, and you fell into the sand box? You got so mad at me."

Mikey stopped as if to try to remember. "Sure, Gee. Sure."

Gerard sighed and laughed. "Y'okay. Thanks for the support Mike." He flipped his phone shut and slammed his car door without another word.

-Chester-

The drive to Chester was approximatly 54 minutes away, without counting the numerous coffee breaks.

Chester was a small town, rich, and filled with cute little shops. People drove around in their brand new Porches with their Coach handbags. The houses were two stories, and most of the backyards were huge. The driveways held at least 2 cars.

Nothing at all like sweet modest Belleville.


Following Mikey's texted instuctions, he managed to find the house. It was a small little house, with a small pack of cars parked in the drive way. Didn't Mikey say this was just a small group get together?
Gerard knocked on the front door. He senced Mikey was here, because he could almost smell caffine in the air. The door swung open, revealing Frank smiling, holding a glass of something that Gerard couldn't identify in his hands.
"Hehe, you're finally here." Gerard stepped in, almost immediatly feeling the type of insecure he got when he was at a HighSchool party with kids he didn't know. "Come on in."
There was at least 5 people here. All of which he didn't know. He looked around and slinked around Frank, he spotted out the My Chemical Romance boys and quickly joined the circle. His insecurity almost disapeared completely.
Ray laughed "Finally."
"Okay, it never took me that long to get from Belleville to here." Mikey laughed, flipping his hair back.
Being honest with himself, Gerard wished he could do that.
He rolled his eyes like older brothers do. "I had to get coffee."
Gee spun around at the sharp poke he felt in his back. Frank gestured to the band and pointed to 2 girls and 2 guys.
"These guys were my best friends through High School. They caught wind of this 'reuinion' and immediatly called me down here. I thought you might enjoy meeting them." Frank pulled them over.

"This is Layla," He pointed to a slim, athletic, girl in her late 20's who had jet black hair and smoothe features.
She gave an effort of a smile and looked at the ground. Layla looked totaly shy, and never met his eyes.

"This is Ryan." Ryan had dark blue eyes, sandybrown hair, and a piercing in his bottom lip. Gerard shivered at the thought of having a needle pierced through his lip.

"Hey, guys, wow, I've heard so much about you. Frank loves you boys." He shrugged like a nervous fan.

"Say hi to Jackson and Emma." Jackson was tall, slender, and was wearing a Jack Skellington Beanie. Emma had auburn hair with a red streak streaming down from the top of her head.

Gerard never really looked at the others closely. He was staring directly at Layla, who still never made eye contact. She looked so graceful and calm, but in the same really disturbing way of not giving you any notice. He loved that, and was determind to make her at least smile by the end of the night.
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Anyone want to give me some feedback on what they liked/didn't like. And any plot suggestions would be greatly appreciated. I will give your idea credit.

*clears throat to get ready for the update song* Ha ha, that's like my trade mark now! blaugh 4laugh

I'mma smack you back!

I'm coming back from the dead! *pauses* *sings* And I'll take you home with me, I'm taking back the life you stole! This hole you put me in wasn't deep enough, and I'm climbing out right now...

Ha ha ha, you made me sing. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE AWESOME POWER OF THE CRAPPINESS OF MY VOICE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *evil laugh*

Umm...I don't know. I suppose you'll have to take my word for it?

Chapter 2

It was just beginning, and Gerards twisted mind had come up with a thousand ways to get her to talk. The group had snuggled up on the bed. As it had turned out, the house was Emma's. And she had flipped open her old highschool year book.

All Gerard could think about was how bad his pictures had turned out in his years in that hellhole of a highschool.

"Hehe, remeber that one guy...uh...Geoffrey or something?" Frank looked to his friends who were sprawled out on the bed, drinking beer and other unknown glasses of what looked and smelled, like, from Gee's experiance of being drunk for 3 years, very strong and mind-melding achohol.

Emma laughed hysterically, which Gerard presumed, or...hoped...was just the achohol getting under her skin. "The kid who used to eat the glue?! Oh my God, he had a crush on Layla since like...4th grade!"

Layla blushed, eyes twinkling. "I remember that. He gave me a pet lizard for valentines day in 5th grade. I got so scared, I didn't stop hiding from him after that day."

Our blonde bombshell just thought silently to himself, 'Is that what she's doing now? Hiding from me?'

"Hey, Gee, remember that kid?" Mikey pointed to an awkward kid, shrugged up against a wall in the "Natural Instinct" section, that section everyone in HighSchool hates because you never know when you might have an embarrasing picture shot of you doing knitting club with the ancient French teacher on a Saturday.

The kid was slouched up against a wall, deep inside a book, like he didn't know the world around him existed.

"What do you mean, 'Do I remember that kid?' Mikey, he was only my best friend for the first half of my life." Gerard snapped, a little to violently. He softened up his tone. "That was Miles. Ahh, I loved that kid. He was such a good friend. He was the person who was there when I fell out of that tree in Sophmore year."

The obnoxious titter of drunken laughter rang out, as the few of them remembered Gerards pre-suicidal 'jump' out of the tree in High School.

Jackson mumbled to himself, "Did you really fall, or did you jump?"

Damn this kid. Gerard hated his dark past. It was something he never liked to go back to, because he remembered the awful names he was called. Thats the first thing that came to mind whever he dove into his Freshman yearbook. He shook his head. He felt like an 8th grader, feeling all cautious about the way acted around a really hot girl. He didn't answer Jackson.

"Yeah, he jumped." Mikey muttered.

The rest of the the group had never really known Gee at his suicidal stage. But from his sorrow and rage filled lyrics, they believed that counted as knowing him.

Layla turned to Gerard. "Why?"

Ryan laughed. "Yeah, I've seen your interviews. You're always like 'Oh, well, love yourself and it will be okay."

"Hey, ******** off, leave the kid alone." Ray growled.

Gerard attempted to send a telepathetic message to Ray screaming "THANK YOU!" But...obvioulsy, he failed.

"That's what I believe." Gee snapped, getting offensive. "I've learned that if you love yourself the way you are, no one can bring you down. Because we know that everyone has a period in time where you feel like killing yourself. I've been through that stage way to long. I felt it was time to accept the fact that you are who you are. And you should embrace your flaws, because without them you'd be perfect." Gee chucked, downing the remains of Mikeys drink. "And honestly, it's so boring to be perfect."

After looking down at his drink, Mikey shot him a look. He always got nervous when Gerard picked up a drink. He'd seen him do it one to many times before.

Layla nodded, "I like the way you think."

Emma looked at Layla in agreement. "Yeah, you have to learn to love yourself before you can, truly, love anyone else."

Frank stayed silent as he flipped the yearbook page.

"Ohhh, look who it is, little Kathryn Mellows." Jackson crowed.

"Shut up." He shoved him off the bed.

Jackson stood up, half drunk from the alchohol, the other half from being with his old friends again. "Frank was obsessed with this girl. He basically learned how to stalk people from all the practice."

"I did not!" Frank picked up his drink and gulped it, only to pour himself another glass from the bottle on the ground.

Gerard stared at the bottle hungrily, his alchoholic side raging from underneith him. He dragged his wide hand through his dyed hair and resisted the urge to swallow the alchohol completely. He needed a drink.

Mikey saw the silent battle going on inside his older brother and acting on instinct, grabbed the bottle and poured himself the rest of the liquid inside.

"Frank followed her everywhere, memorized her schedual, did the little 7th grade thing where you 'run into' the girl 'accendentaly' because you know where her locker is and everything." Ryan laughed, throwing a pillow at Frank, who was playing with his earing.

Gee turned his head from the earing, and stared at little Layla, who still hadn't smiled the entire night.

"You actually did that?" Ray laughed.

"It was hormones! I couldn't control them then!" Frank slipped on his words slightly.

"Still can't control them." Gerard cracked.

"Can to."

"Nahh, I don't believe that." Emma smirked. She picked up a pillow from Franks lap and hugged it.

Gerard looked at the room of almost-friends, and stood up. "I really can't control my raging need for some sort of alchohol. Emma, where are the drinks?"

Emma was to full of alchohol and giddy laughter to respond in a full sentence.

"I'll show you." Layla stood up.

And as ironic as this is, Gee hated the storys where the ONLY person who helped the main character in a task of some sort, is the main characters crush.

"Oh, cool." They both left the room, Mikey's eyes burning like big, hot, coals right through the back of his head.

The night could only get more intereting with every drink and every embarrassing picture.

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