That cheeky emo boy {Gerard way love story}

chapter 1

{ peytons pov}

"No she should become a lawyer, or or an architect"

Blah blah blah blah. My parents babbled about how my futures going to be like once I graduate. Its like they control me. They bought my car, got me a job, and now they're looling for a good career.

Yeah I wanna go to college but the problem is, they won't let me go where I want to go. Ever since I was a little girl I've always wanted to be a nurse. I just always thought that they looked cute in those colorful outfits with cute designs like mikey mouse or tinkerbell... although you do have to wear those awful white grandmpther tennis shoes. Well who cares as long as you get your dream job and get paid good enough.

"Peyton!" My mom yelled snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Wha?"

"I said, crime investigation would be perfect for you"

"Oh yeah sure whatever you'd like"

You must be thinking; wow she's a complete idiot. She needs to stand up for herself and tell her parents "no! I want to follow my heart".

Sadly I cannot. You see, my parents are very competative. They won't stop what they already have started. My parents were rich folks and all they care about for me and my brothers and sisters is good education, manners, and a healthy future. They expect the best out of all of us but that's not how I see it.

My parents are terrible people though. They're racist, homophobic, and they most definatly hate it if we ever bring a boy over. They don't want us to lose our v-card until after marriage. My parents are hardcore christians so we can't do a lot of things like you do.

They think that "stupid" "shut up" and "freak" is a bad word. Please you find that bad? Compare it to the words you hear across the street from our house. A young lady and her son named frank always argue with curse words. We never open our windows.

one time my sister said shut up and it was two slaps in the mouth for her.

Don't mess with our parents.

The only thing I like about them is that they arent religious. We can wear jeans, band t-shirts and other crazy chiz.

I have band of my own and we play in my garage whenever my stupid parents are working. (That's something I'm very good at)

I got up from the table and put my dishes in the sink. Once again I was flooded by my parents babbling.

"Enough!" I yelled.

My dad pounded his fist on the table and my mom gave me dirty look. I grabbed the keys from the front door and left the house. I need some fresh QUIET air.

maybe that'll help freshen my mind for a bit.

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As I walked into downtown of our small town called rosewood, I sat down under a tree near the coffe shop and the comic book and music

store. It was late so every one was closing up shop. A few people would walk by with hot choclate in their warm hands. Its always chilly here in rosewood.

I took out my Ipod and plugged in my earphones listening to "human" by The Killers. They are my #1 favorite band and they aren't weird like other bands that curse and chant like if it were some kind of prayer.

Freaky...

{Gerards pov}

As I closed the curtains from the windows of our comic book store that me and mikey owned, I saw a girl sitting under a tree across the street. She moved a bit showing her super cool band t-shirt of The Misfits.

"Mikey look! See that girl sitting by the tree?" I said excitedly. Mikey opened the curtains and looked out. He let out a big smile as he spotted the girls shirt. "She's cute" he said. The girl got up and left the park. She was so beautiful but she looked so sad. She reminded me of Mikey for a bit. Glasses and a gray beanie with light brown ruffly hair. She didn't look punk but she didn't look girlie either. She was simply perfect. I just hope to see her again.

She walked towards " Rosewood Phorbes neighborhood"

That neighborhood was only for rich people and you can't pass the gate unless you live there. Frank lives there since his mom owns the mall of rosewood. Hah of course he would.

I've never been in there and frank would never let us in. He says he doesn't want to be seen with poor losers like us. Yep he calls us like that yet were still great friends. The girl slipped the card into slot opening the gates to enter the neighborhood.

Not one story houses but MANSIONS all in one whole neighborhood. Id like to go in there for christmas one day. Imagine all the pretty lights and decorations they use?

"Do you think we'll see here again?" I said as I let go of the curtains.

"Maybe I mean she does live in frankies neighborhood. Maybe if you call frank and ask him, he'll maybe let you in"

"Yeah right. That stupid jerk doesn't even like to be seen with us at school"

"Just call him and see"

Mikey picked up the empty plastic coffee cups from the reading tables and threw em away. We owned this comic book since last year and we get a large amount of customers everyday.

I took out my phone and dialed franks number.

"The hell do you want?" Said frank. It sounded like he was gobbling up chips like a pig.

"Frank can I ask you something?"

"If its about the sexy girl across the street from my house, then no so f*ck off"

"What? How'd you kno-"

He hung up quickly. What a stupid jerk. I need to get in that neighbor hood and find that girl. You don't see those kind of girls in this small crappy town.

I'm gonna get in there. Yeah I will.