A Twisted Life (sequel to Give Me Life, an O2L fanfic)

RYAN

HAIDEN'S POV

We are all in the main room of the house, Katelynn, Sam, Ricky, Trevor, Kian, Jc, me, and Connor and Jake.  After a long day of shopping, Jc suggested we have a movie night. 

We started off by watching cute movies, but that got boring so Caylen and I left to get scary movies.

Now back home, I cant get my mind off of anything except my triggers.  I get up and make some coffee.

"IS THAT COFFEE?!" I hear Con-da-Bon yell.

"Yes, it is, you addict." I say in reply.  "Do you want some?" I add.

"OBVIOUSLY!" he says, laughing.

"ok, sorry. I was not aware that you were secretly Gerard Way." I say, glancing at Jake who smiles.

"what?" Connor asks.

"Jake gets it, don't ya, buddy?" I ask Jake who giggles.

"Yep! And it's not an insult, babe. Believe me. If you saw the dude you would fall hard. By the way, Haiden, what's Gee look like now?" Jake asks.

"Well," I say, handing a cup to Connor,  "he has bleached hair and looks like he wears a little bit of red eye shadow to give his eyes a more dramatic look...or he's back on the drugs, but I doubt that.  Lindsey kind of settled him down."  I say, frowning at Lindsey's name.  "He has tons of pictures of Bandit on his desk though.  She's adorable."  I tell him, and pretty much anyone listening.

"what's so bad about Lindsey? and who the hell is Bandit?"  Connor and Kian ask.

Jake and I Laugh before I proceed.

"Lindsey is Gerard's wife, and Bandit is their daughter."  I tell them.

"Oh ok. Why Bandit, though, like as a name?"  Kian asks.

"I don't know! I'm  not Lindsey!  But it's cute and Bandit's cute and the whole family is cute and I'll be on the roof if you need me."  I say before leaving to get my guitar out of my closet and heading up to the roof.

I quickly but quietly head up to the roof and sit there for a minute, simply thinking, while quietly strumming my guitar. 

A few minutes pass and I'm completely lost in playing 'Mama' by My Chemical Romance.

I hear a sound that sounds like converse stepping on hard ground (don't judge), but pay no attention to it.

The footsteps get louder and I turn around to see a slim boy with dark hair and a beanie with skinny jeans and a Blink-182 tee...Jake.

Nope.

This boy has jet black hair with a pink streak through the front which falls beautifully over his eyes.  It doesn't cover his eyes, but its close enough.  He has a nose piercing and small gauges along with spider bites (piercings) on his lip.  Needless to say, he's pretty attractive.

"Sorry to bother you. I-I live next door, and I was out and I saw you sitting up here and you looked pretty sad and lonely so I figured I would see how you were. I'm sorry, I'll leave."

As he turns around, I see he has a guitar strapped to him.

"Wait!  You aren't bothering me. That was really sweet of you.  And I like your shirt." I say, smiling.

"Thanks.  That was 'Mama', wasn't it?" he asks, grinning.

"Yes. You like My Chemical Romance?"  I ask, waving him over.