Gerard:
You stood at the back of the library, ignoring everyone who made their way past you and blasting your music. You were having a bad day and nothing could make it better whatsoever. You failed your exam that morning, you just knew it, and the seniors weren't refraining on picking on you. You just weren't feeling great. So, you sat at the back of the library, planning on sneaking out the back door and just walking home, skipping out on the rest of the day. You were about to leave when you heard the doors being shoved open, the school's bad boy running inside and manoeuvring around the students, running towards you. Being the helpful person you are, you opened the door for him, watching as he exited the library just a second after the principal burst through the door. "Have any of you seen Gerard Way!?" He panted as he searched the library. You stiffened but soon relaxed as you saw your fellow peers shaking their heads. "I could've sworn he came in here," He mumbled before walking towards you. "Did he exit out the back door?" He questioned as he reached out for the back door. "No!" You quickly blurted out, stiffening once more. "No, he's.. he's hiding behind that desk over there," You whispered, averting his attention. He glared at you before walking towards the desk, you silently walking out the back door, quickly being caught in Gerard's gasp. "Quick, if you don't want to get caught you need to go now!" You whisper yelled, watching a smirk grow on his lips. "You mean we?" He corrected you, watching as your cheeks turned pink. "You're my partner in crime now, kiddo," He grinned before he pulled you away from the door, running away before the principal stuck his head out the back door to find nobody.
Mikey:
Parties were never your thing. They weren't your scene, to be completely honest, and your friends knew that. However, you were studying hard for you English midterm and they couldn't help but feel horrible for you. They were much older than you, juniors actually, and they couldn't watch their cute freshman friend waste away in her bedroom, studying for something you had been prepared for months. So, they dragged you along to a party, who's you weren't completely sure of, but it didn't matter. Teenagers were huddled, pairs pressed against each other, swaying and pulling moves that you were too timid to even do on your own. Some sat on couches, sucking faces with other drunk teenagers, and others happened to be talking as if they were used to the loud music and the stench of alcohol, sweat and weed mixed together. You, however, weren't. This was your first party and you weren't completely sure as to what you were expecting. "Y/N, they're playing spin the bottle!" Your best friend giggled as she pulled you along."No no no-" "Can't handle it, freshie?" The male who happened to start the game taunted, a smirk dancing on his lips as your friend pulled you down into the circle, scanning the possible owners of the lips that you could be kissing."I can handle it," You lied as you sat with your legs crossed over each other, your arms resting on your chest as you rolled your eyes at the senior."Fine, then we won't have a problem," He grinned before he searched the circle. "Blondie your go," He finally stated, tossing the bottle to a blonde who sat three people away from you. He blushed quickly before nodding. You knew who he was. Mikey Way. You both had Spanish 1 together. You had always found him quite attractive, the way his hair was either spiked up slightly or swept to the side, the way his hazel eyes glinted as the light shined upon them, the way his smile could easily brighten up your day. It was then that you noticed that the bottle landed on you. Mikey gawked at you, completely unsure of what to do and you did the same. "Oh, uh," You finally stuttered before getting on all fours and crawling toward him."Are you okay with this?" He whispered as your lips brushed past each other. You feebly nodded your head before you felt his chapped lips on yours, You could hear applause from all around you as the kiss deepened and you couldn't help but blush as you pulled away from him, gazing into the hazel eyes that had captivated you in your Spanish class.
Frank:
You were a cheerleader. You've been cheerleading for as long as you could remember. It was as if the heavens just injected you with cheerleading, it was if it ran through your veins. You loved the feel of being at the top of the pyramid, all eyes on you as you beamed at the crowd. You loved it. So it wasn't a surprise when you were recruited into your high school cheerleading team in your freshman years. You stood, being held up by your two friends, and you waved your pom poms at the crowd shouting various phrases that consisted of "go team go" or "we can do it." Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your friends. However, your eyes stopped at one particular male, definitely not a freshman, with black hair that had been covered with a beanie, a few pieces of hair slipping out from the front. You watched as he rolled his eyes at the cheerleading team and stand, walking out of his aisle with his hands in his pockets. "Hey!" You called, attempting to grab his attention. Luckily your attempt worked. The boy pointed towards himself before mouthing "me", you nodding your head and gesturing for him to walk down towards the fence that separated the crowd and the cheerleaders. He did as you told him to and your friends set you down on the ground, you jogging towards the fence, your high ponytail swinging from side to side. "What do you want?" He yelled over the shouts of encouragement that came from the remainder of your peers. "Are you not planning on staying for the rest of the game?" You questioned, a hand resting on the fence as you rocked back and forth on your heels. "Uh no. I have better things to do than sitting here and watch our team lose like they do every other game," He scoffed. "Hey, at least their doing something. You're probably going to go home and jack off to something on Redtube," You taunted, crossing your arms over your chest as a proud smirk graced your lips. "Redtube? What's Redtube?" He questioned, looking you up and down, his smirk matching yours. Your cheeks turned a bright pink before you heard your coach begin to yell at you. "Why don't we get out of here?" "After the game," You added, knowing you couldn't just ditch your team. "You're driving then," He grinned, poking your collarbone. "I'm a freshman, I don't drive," You stated quietly, fumbling with the railing. "A senior and a freshman?" He thought aloud, sucking in his lower lip at the thought before shrugging. "There's been worse. I'll be up there," He beamed, pointing upwards to one of the empty seats, you nodded your head before approaching the rest of your team.
Ray:
"Hello, Daniel. Good morning Jess. Good to see you again, Noah!" Ray greets as he marched down the hallway, patting a few backs and waving at a few. He knew everyone, being the popular kid. Everyone had heard of Ray Toro the cute kid who attended parties to, not hook up with girls but, to have fun with his best mates. He wasn't the type to hump and dump like his friends, which made him such a heart throb at school. He was very obnoxious and fun and not to mention easy on the eyes, and so his popularity grew as he did. He continued with his usual greetings before stopping in front of you, his brows furrowed as he bit his lip. "Wait, who are you?" He questioned, tilting his head slightly to give you a better look. "I'm Y/N," You shyly responded brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You've heard of Ray Toro, the attractive young man who you happened to admire ever since the two of you were young. You didn't know each other and it was more of an intense crush, to be honest. You knew you should have done something spontaneous and memorable so that he could be as fascinated by you as you were to him, but you weren't the type to do so. But you couldn't help but feel your heart melt as he looked you up and down with his brown eyes. "Well hello Y/N," He smirked, his greeting coming more flirtatious by this time around. "You must be a freshman. I'm a senior," He shrugged as he extended a hand. "Yeah, I know," You laughed before your smile faltered, realizing how creepy it had sounded. "I mean, I didn't know, I just sort of figured," You nervously chuckled, your hand landing in his and giving it a light shake. "Yeah," He beamed before he grabbed your schedule that you had been holding in your other free hand. "Oh, I've had your Biology teacher before. Such a fucking dick," He mumbled. "Biology honours? As a freshman?" He inquired, going a bit wide eyes. "I've always sort of... liked Science. Like, all the space things and everything. I guess it's just something that I used to as an advantage," You shrugged, feeling the heat rise up your neck. "So you're super smart then," He observed, skimming over the rest of your schedule. "How about I walk you to your first period?" He offered his arm resting on your shoulder as he dragged you along. "I'll show you around if you'd like too," He insisted as the two of you walked down the halls.
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A/N
I'm sorry for how bad this one turned out...
Okay, so i'm officially back. I have a week off of school, but have to spend most of it revising for my mock exams in June. Also, a lot has happened so sit the fuck down.
First off, I'm off school, like i already said, so i can update more regularly. Secondly, I'M OFF TO HARRY POTTER STUDIOS IN LONDON ON THE 28TH OF OCTOBER AND I'M REALLY EXCITED. Thirdly, I'm supposed to be off to Alnwick Castle on Tuesday (30th May) which is where one and quite a few Harry Potter scenes were filmed for the Philosophers Stone and a bit of Chamber and the Secrets, but that it also the day that it is 3 years since my Dad died, so yeah. Now you are updated with my life. and (i know it's 2 days late) but i know she won't see this but Happy 8th Birthday to Bandit!! (Gerard Way's Daughter for those who don't know :))
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