when we were young//mcr

chapter eight//the guys, not girls

|before you start reading, THE PICTURE UGH.|

Jem's POV:
I walk into the halls and I am pulled by the arm by who else? Kyle. He was so sweet in Paris, but now I feel as if he only liked me because it was the "city of love" and he was bored. He just uses me for his own amusement.

Why did I move here in the first place? My mom found this rich guy moments after she divorced my step dad. This is the third step dad I've had.

Kyle immediately pushes his lips to mine as we get outside. In that one moment, I realized everytime we've kissed, we've been hidden. Was he embarrassed? If anyone should be embarrassed, it's me. I saw his fit yesterday. So did everyone else.

I pull away. "I can't do this anymore." I tell him as he moves his hand down.

"Yes you can. Jem." He demanded to me. He opens up the janitor closet and locks the door behind him. He tries to take my shirt off but I run away in the little space we had.

He pushes me to the floor and I push him off, standing up.

"Get off of me!" I scream and open the door, adjusting my shirt.

Kyle's POV:

Okay guys. Here's my story.

Flash back.

My dad was always obedient. To his mind, that is. He always told me there were voices ever since he was 16. When I was 9, he died. I never knew why. But now I understand. He was a schizophrenic. And I knew that those voices told his to jump off that bridge at my young age, and now that I'm 15 1/2, I'm going to get those voices pretty soon.

The night of my 16th birthday. (The party.)

I walk in on them kissing. In my house. My "girlfriend" and Gerard. I am sad, not angry. A voice in my head tells me otherwise. Before I know it, I have Gerard under me and I'm bashing his face in. I felt so bad, but I couldn't stop. This wasn't me.

The voices finally stopped and it all happened when I kept hanging out with Eve. She is what my humanity depends on. I couldn't lose her.

I needed to find a way to stop these voices. I need to tell someone. I walk to the closest phone and dial Eve's. Due to my phone being smashed, it wouldn't work.

flashback over

*I confess to Eve about everything & she is crying*

"I'm so sorry, Kyle. I don't know what to say"

"Tell him to find someone else to rely on." I hear Gerard murmur over the phone. I hang up before the voices can control me.

I've ruined everything. My relationship with Jem, a potential friendship with Gerard who is actually really cool, and most of all, I ruined any chances with Eve.

Eve's POV:
"I feel horrible for the way I talked to Kyle. I had no idea what was going on." I said through muffled sobs to Gerard.

"It's okay, Eve. You didn't know, neither did I. None of us did." He told me while holding me in his arms.

He leans in, and I follow towards him. I knew that I loved him. Even after it being less than a week since I met him I know that I love him. Not just in romance love, the way he was always himself around me and made me sure that I would be okay as well. The way he acts around his friends no different than when we are alone. He made me feel comfortable in my own skin.

But the Kyle situation. It made it a toxic romance, a chemical romance. I don't care for that right now. That is for future worries. I am in the present. Our lips collided and it overpowered any other kiss we have shared. We hear a knock on the door and a short human walks in, no. Not referring to a child, it was Frank.

"Oh. Crap. I'm gonna uhh.. I'm gonna go." He blushes. I look back at Gerard and we both share a laugh.

"My friends are dorks." He says.

"Hey! I heard that!" Frank yells from the other side of the door.

"Frank! Go hang out with Mikey or something! God!" Gerard yells back shaking his head.

We both laugh and I get off of his lap when he suggested to go watch a movie with the guys. We go down there and Frank is running around the house like a wild person with an empty ice cream carton on his head. Donna, Mrs. Way, screams at Frank as her own child. "FRANK IF YOU SPILL ICE CREAM ON MY NEW CARPET, IM TELLING YOUR MOM YOU'RE GROUNDED.

Frank takes the carton off his head and stands there awkwardly and apologizes. Donna just laughs and we all join her.

We all sit down on the couch and Gerard holds my hand under the blanket. We are watching "Alien" and I jump every time that creepy looking alien popped out. And by the way Gerard's hand was fidgeting, he was terrified aswell. I looked up at his widened hazel eyes and smile.

Before I knew it, the movie was over. I didn't even bother calling Carol, I knew she would never let me sleepover at a guys house. I need some girl friends.

A/N:
|hi guys! sorry for the short update.. i hope you enjoyed it though:)|