My Beautiful Romance. My Innocent Romance. [MCR boyxboy]

Chapter 12~Better Than I Know Myself

a/n the song is Better Than I Know Myself by Adam Lambert (I love Adam and Adommy but saddly I don't know that much of his music :/) I just heard it for the first time but it fit kind of because they're getting to know eachother. If you couldn't tell i couldn't decide a song for this chapter so if you have a better one lemme know!!!

also!! Shout out to these awesome people for guessing the new characters >.< @Ierolove @HaiDaniela

Chapter 12~

The mystery guy lead to the forest surrouding the park. There were a few rocks here and there but we weren't running so we easily walked around or jumped over them. (a/n is the place sounding familiar? leace a comment where you think they're going >.<)

After a few minutes we ended up in a little meadow full of colorfull plants. He sat down and crossed his legs in the middle of the little clearing and patted a little space next to him. I walked over and sat next to him and started picking at the grass.

"What's your name?" he asked once we'd sat down.

"Mikey. Well, Micheal but everyone calls me Mikey. You?" I responded.

"Andrew but everyone calls me Andy."

After a few minutes of silence he spoke, "so. . . Why were you going to do it?" he whispered. I didn't speak and just kept stareing at the grass in my fingers. "I'll tell you if you tell me?" he questioned. I nodded once. He started playing with a flower too. "Well. . . people make fun of me obviously for the way I dress. I'm also a huge Batman nerd. I'm in a band and people call our music Satanic. And. . . well. . . I'm gay. . ." he mumbled the last sentence.

I stared at him in shock. "You're gay?"

He sighed and looked disapointed. "Yeah."

I smiled softly and looked back to my grass. "Me too," I whispered.

Now he looked shocked. "You are?" I nodded once. "Well you listened to my little schpeal. You can tell me now."

"Well I'm gay. The only other openly gay person at school is my brother's boyfriend. No one even knows about my brother, they just think he's an outcast. And this new girl, Sandra that stood up for me today."

"Sandra? What did she look like?"

"Uh. . . dressed in black. Wore big black sunglasses? Why?"

"Sandra is the name of my drummer and she's gay. She just moved schools too. That sounds like her," Andy laughed. "Always wearing her sunglasses. Continue."

"Well I didn't actually tell anyone I was gay. Before I moved here I was out but I was always bullied so when I moved I didn't tell anyone, but the main bully at my old school is apparently the cousin to Travis, the guy who bullies me here. He told Travis. Also my brother has barley talked to me since he met Frank, let alone since they started dating."

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Wait. Travis? Sandra's brother?" I nodded. "No wonder she stood up for you. She's as close to hating him as you can get to someone you love." I smiled at the fact that, even with all Travis does, Sandra still loves him as a brother.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes before Andy broke it again. "So tell me about yourself, Mikes." He ordered, laying down. I layed down next to him and glanced up to the sky.

"What about twenty questions?" I asked.

"Okay. You first." (a/n some of these answeres will be made up {like favorite color} while others won't)

"Hmmm. . . What school do you go to?"

"New Jersey Academy of the Arts. I'm moving to Belville High soon. You?"

"Belville High," I said smiling.

"Really?" I nodded and glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He smiled up at the sky, thinking I wasn't looking at him. "Um. . . What's your favorite color?"

"Uh. Green. No Blue!" Andy laughed, understanding my nerdy joke (a/n Monty Python and The Holy Grail. Comment if you've seen it >.<) "What about you?"

"Black and red," he responded immediatly.

I nodded. "Are you from here originaly?"

"No I'm from Ohio. Snows like a motherf*cker." He paused, "I don't know if you knew this, but in the early twenties it snowed, like thrity feet per motherf*cker."

"Good to know," I laughed. "I'm from Newark." He nodded.

"Any phobias?"

"Open water. Like oceans. I hate oceans. You?"

"Heterophobia." I laughed and he just smiled.

"Seriously?"

"No. I'm afraid to get close to people and lose them," he whispered. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"Um. . . I'm out of questions. You ask some 'til I think of one."

"I was hoping you would have some," he laughed. "Favorite bands?"

"Anthrax. Smashing Pumpkins (a/n sadly I've never heard their music before) You?"

"KISS. AC/DC. Your turn."

"What do you look for in a guy?"

"Hmmm.. Well I've never really had a boyfriend, but probably. Someone kind. Cute would be a major plus. I love nerds. Especially comicbook nerds. Someone shorter -- finding someone taller would be almost impossible -- but not to short, 'cause that'd be akward."

"I thought I'd never find someone taller or skinnier, but look at you Mr. . . Andrew. . .?"

"Biersack. Andy Biersack."

"Mikey Way."

"Way cool name, brah," he said like a surfer.

We spent the rest of the day just sitting in the little meadow talking.