MRC One Shots

New Kid

Franks POV:

"So have you heard?" Pete asked, just dying to share the new information he's discovered with me. Pete Wentz is an emo MySpace (yes, MySpace,) whore and the school reporter. Despite having an out dated social media account, he was pretty tech savvy and always had his black nails dug into the latest gossip.

Side note, he just loves to call himself Gossip Girl.

Naturally, I ignored him. "Hellooooo! Earth to Iero!!" He said desperately. Wow, what an interesting window. Suddenly, I felt a sharp whack on the back of my head

"Frank!! I will not be ignored!" The emo princess annouced. Finally, he got my attention. "Frist of all, never say that to or about me again. You might be Bi, and I might be Bi, bit we're not fucking. And when you say shit like that, it makes people think we are. And that would ruin my street cred" note, I used the term ironically, "and second, it's not polite to talk in class."

The self proclaimed "Emo God" rolled his eyes at me. Well, at least I assumed he used both eyes. I could only really see one. The other was hidden by his admittedly majestic fridge.

"Dude, class hasn't even started yet. You're just jealous my eyeliner game is stronger then yours" ok, now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Dude, I don't wear eyeliner." I informed him.

He looked like I had disgraced his mother. "How are we freinds?" He asked, not changing his expression.

Good question. One I asked myself every time I'm forces into conversation with the emo-to-the-extremeo self loving wonder. I didn't even really like pete in case you couldn't tell. We just talk because....because...

Because when you talk to a person, it seems like your friends, and when it seems like you have friends, bullies are less likely to jump you. Not because you have "back up" but because you have someone to tell the teachers while their handing your ass to you on a silver platter.

"Anyway!" Pete annouced, finally letting go of the fact to one can, or even wants to, be as scene as him. "Have you heard?!"

No, I hadn't. And no, I didn't really want to. But, class was starting. And I really didn't want to listen to the teacher drone on about...what class even is this? English? Yea, so, Shakespeare I guess. I never pay attention. "Have I heard what Pete?" I asked, sealing my fate.

"There's a new kid! Apprently, he's a grudge emo god, that just dosnet give a fuck about anything and will straight up tell a teacher to suck it and I haven't seen him in person but I've seen pictures of him and oh my god Frankie, I WISH would tell me to suck it because I would!!"

Wow, pete could talk faster then Speedy Gonzales on crack. "Wait, what?" I asked, hopelessly lost. Pete groaned, annoyed.

"There's a new kid, I think his name is Mikey Way, which totally sounds like a stage ready emo name it sounds like milky way, because he is so perfect he's made from stars and galaxies and fuck! I want in his ripped up emo as fuck skinny jeans SO BaD!"

He started slow, but then he started speed talking again and lost me. I found out new kid was names Mikey though! "That's cool." I said, not really careing.

Then some kid walked into the room, well over 20 minuets late. From the look on Petes face, which looked like he was about five seconds away from a cardiac arrest, I could guess this kid was Mikey.

Hey, I could see what Pete saw in the guy. He had light brown hair that hung almost to his shoulders, and wore a black shirt with the words "fuck off" in big white letters.

The teacher looked up from her papers. "Ah, o see you finally decided to join up Mr.Way. You're late." "And you need to realize makeup can't cover up ugly." Mikey shot back. The teacher looked furious. "Mr. Way!!" She screeched. He just smirked. "What? I thought we were just starting facts." He said innocently.

The teacher looked about two steps away from a nervous breakdown as Mikey came and sat behind Pete and I. We turned to face the new kid.

"I love you" pete whispered, forcing Mikey to look up from his phone. He looked around to see who pete was talking to. When no one responded, he looked at pete and pointed to himself. Pete nodded. His crush shook his head.

"Please don't" Mikey said, sending a text. Petes mouth dropped. I could tell by his expression the sudden rejection just made Pete want him more. I felt bad for the poor guy.

"Yo man, that was pretty awesome" I told him, trying to hold a conversation. He didn't look up from his iPhone for me.

"Thanks" he mumbled, "bitch had it coming. Eye shadow dose not go up to your eyebrows. Especially not bright ass blue eye shadow." I chuckled a bit at his snide comment.

"I'm Frank" I informed him. Be finally locked his phone. "Hi Frank," he said, putting it in his pocket, "I'm the new kid." He smirked. Pete about passed out because Mikey was talking to us. A kid that had the ability to make Pete, I-never-shut-my-freaking-mouth Wentz up? I liked him already.