Roaming around the school is hard enough, but then every new kid's nightmare... Lunch. You can't sit alone, otherwise, you'll be marked as 'uncool' and will be bullied. But, as the new kid, you have no friends. I walk around looking for an empty seat. Eventually, I see an empty seat. But it's with a small group of guys.

"Hi... Can I sit here?" I ask slowly. The guys turn to look at me. Two of them sit next to each other, the third is the one with the empty seat next to him.

"Of course. You're the new one, yes?" The guy with the beanie and glasses says. I nod. Racking my brain to remember if he's in any of my classes. He obviously notices.

"Science," He says. He smiles, "I'm Mikey." We shake hands.

"Frank," I say, sitting down slowly.

"I'm Ray." They afro guy perks up.

"This is Gerard." Mikey points at the guy next to me. He's wearing all black. He even has dark hair. He's pale and oddly thin. He looks at me for a second before shaking my hand. He then goes back to his paper. I can't see what he's drawing but, it's obvious that he enjoys drawing. Mikey awkwardly stares into space. He frowns and turns to Ray. They continue a conversation about some teacher and some kid. 

"What are you drawing?" I ask Gerard. He looks at me for a second. 

"Just some random sketch." He mutters in reply. He goes back to his drawing. I look over his shoulder. 

"It's really good," I whisper before sitting back down. He turns to me again and raises an eyebrow. 

"Thanks?" He asks slowly. He looks at Mikey. "Hey, what's your last class?" 

"Music." 

Then the bell rings annoyingly. "Time to go." Gerard groans. He gets out of his seat sluggishly and walks out. 

~~~ 

"For music, we'll be in partners... Assigned partners, don't look at your friends." She starts assigning partners, but I really don't pay attention. "And... Frank and Gerard." She finishes. Well... At least I know who I'm working with. I get up and walk over to Gerard's seat, which is in the back corner. 

"So... We're partners..." He doesn't reply. I click my tongue in annoyance.

"We have to create a song and perform to the class... What instruments can you play... Or would you rather sing?" I watch him draw for a minute. 

"It doesn't matter." He finally answers. He looks up and shuts the notebook. "I can sing, and can kinda play guitar." 

"I can play guitar... Ok then, you sing, I'll play guitar!" I suddenly get excited. "Uh, the bell is going to ring in five minutes... Where do you live? I could come over." I suggest.

He writes something down on an empty sheet of notebook paper and tears it off. "Here," He checks his watch and puts some stuff in his bag. 

Soon the bell rings and people file out. I look down at my feet. I see a small orange cylinder on the ground, white cap. And tiny capsules inside. Pills. I pick it up to examine. There is a name on the bottom. "Gerard Way." It has written in black ink. I pocket it and run outside. 

I pull the paper out of my pocket. How nice, he's in the same neighborhood as me. I walk up to his house. It's painted white, like every other house in the neighborhood. Except for that one red one in the corner. I walk up to the door and knock on it. 

"Coming!" A voice shouts. Suddenly I'm faced with Mikey. "Oh, Gee said you were coming... He's not here right now, but he'll be back soon. Come in." He moves to the side.

"Thanks," I nod. The interior looks the same, except for the difference in furniture. I see Ray sitting on the couch. 

"Yo, Frank!" He waves. He gets up. "You miss us already?" He jokes. 

"Sure... I have a music project with Gerard." I explain. He nods understandingly.

"I guess you can just wait? Ray and I were talking about how Cassie McNally and Jack Lucker is literally the worst couple in the school. Even Dallon and Ryan dating is better than that." Mikey rants.

"The dude ships Ryden like a fucking fangirl. It's weird." Ray leans over to me, whispering in my ear. 

"I heard that!" Mikey throws a pillow at Ray. 

"That's it!" Ray jumps out of his seat and chases Mikey around. And I sit. In silence. 

And that's when the door clicks open and Gerard walks in. "Hi, Frank." He mutters. "Let me grab something real quick." He says before running up the stairs. 

"GEE! HELP!!" Mikey screams. Ray pins him down on the ground. Then unexpectedly, Ray starts tickling Mikey. "Ahhhh!" Mikey does a mix between screaming and giggling. I'll call it scriggling. "I can't breath!" 

Gerard comes down the stairs and stares in annoyance. "Ray, get the fuck off my brother." He sighs. Ray frowns and jumps up. Mikey takes a dramatic breath. Gerard walks to us and sits on the couch. 

"Mom called, she won't be back in time for dinner," Mikey says. Gerard rolls his eyes. "She left us forty dollars for dinner." 

"Forty?!" Gerard jumps up. "This is getting ridiculous." He groans. Ray and Mikey nod in agreement. 

"Pizza?" Mikey asks. Ray nods. I shrug. "Okay then..." He says, he pulls his phone from out of his back pocket. He walks to the kitchen. Ray follows him. 

"So... I have some lyrics we could use. But the melodies don't sound good enough." Gerard turns to me. 

"Can you... Can you sing them to me?" I ask cautiously. 

"I- uh..." He jumps back in surprise. He pulls out a notebook. "H-How about you read through them first?" He asks, no pleads.

"Sure?" I skim the words on the paper. Then is interrupted with a loud moan. Gerard and I look at each other and smile. We rush into the kitchen where we find Mikey and Ray... But they aren't doing what I thought they were... No, they're drinking. 

"And then I said- Oh shit, hi Gee... Frank..." Ray clears his throat. 

"How many?" Gerard says angrily. 

"Gee- please..." 

"How. Many." Gerard grits his teeth, 

"This is the second one. Come on! It's Friday. I won't have any over the weekend if it makes you feel better." Mikey exclaims. 

"The hell you won't." Gerard storms off. A few seconds later we hear a loud slam. Mikey puts the drink down. He walks toward the door, but Ray grabs his arm. 

"Frank," Ray says, he pulls Mikey back. I rush out the door. Up the stairs, until I see the rooms. Now, I just have to find his room... I try the first one but only see a bathroom. The second one is, what I assume is, a guest room. The next is probably Mikey's room since no one is in it. The slightly larger one is probably their parent's room. Finally, I get to his room. I know, because it's locked. 

"Gerard, come on." I knock on the door. "Open the door, please," I beg, knocking on the door. 

"Go away." I hear him shout. I sigh and knock again. 

"I'm not leaving until you let me in," I say. 

I hear a loud sigh before the door clicks open. I run inside and kneel next to him. "What happened?" I ask. 

"Stuff," He replied in an annoyed tone. He turns away and draws. 

"For god's sake. I can't help unless you-"

"Maybe I don't need your help." He spits. He throws an eraser at me. I pick it up off the floor. 

"Be that way." I murmur. I pocket the easer and walk away. Closing the door behind me. 

"What did he s-say?" Mikey asks. He looks up. I shake my head and walk out the front door. 

A/N Hahahahahah... I'm back!!!!