Perfect In My Eyes - Frerard

Chapter 1 - Fantasy

Chapter 1 

Being a teenager is shit. It's the worst time of my life so far. It has a few perks like learning how to drive or having your first kiss. Other than that, what's the point in being a teenager? Nobody really cares about you, and there's those few extremists that give our generation a bad name. We have restictions by out parents too. So really what's the point. 

I don't have many friends at school though. I mean there's Ray and Bob and I guess you could call Mikey my friend. He hangs around with us but he has more of a social life than us. He's my brother though so I don't mind, it's a little awkward at times though. He is only a sophmore and I'm a senior. He's just turned 15 and I'm 17 right now. So he usually hangs around with people his age, but I don't mind I have Bob and Ray. 

As I'm a teen I do have celebrity crushes and normal crushes. There is this girl in my lessons named Lyn-Z. She's beautiful and I'd love to talk to her more, but I don't have the confidence. She's perfect and too good for a dork like me. 

"Gee, you day-dreaming about Lyn-Z again?" Mikey asked slowly, head on the table.

I nibbled down on my sandwhich that was in my hand. I looked down trying to hide my blush from the rest of the group.

"No, I'm not." I replied back. Mikey just giggled and rolled his eyes before focusing back on the table.

Ray and Bob were having some sort of conversation about pubic hair that I didn't really want to get involved in. So I just ate my sandwhich and fell asleep.

I didn't last all of lunch though, my sleep was interupted by Pete Wentz. Pete had come over to the table and tackled Mikey to the ground. They knocked the table on the way down and made me jolt up. They clearly had a thing for each other but they never admitted it. Pete practically lived at our house. I didn't really speak to him though, he was Mikey's friend and I respected that, but he seemed like a rad dude. He raided our fridge and took over the sofa on a weekend. 

"Mikey Way, you coming to the Pencey gig tonight?" Pete asked while hovering over Mikey's body on the floor. 

Mikey blushed when looking into Petes eyes, he nodded and then struggled to get up.

"We're coming too dude, don't forget." Ray interupted.

"How can I forget you, Ray? With all your hair?" Pete said, ruffling Rays hair. 

Ray just stuck his tounge out at Pete. He turned his head towards me.

"You coming too, Gerard?"

I debated it for a while. I hated to socialize but I guess I can spend my time at the bar. It would be a laugh with Pete anyway. I'd heard of Pencey Prep before. I love the fact they are named after 'The Catcher In The Rye'. I heard that the lead singer, Frank, was in our school anyway. I guess it'd be nice to show some support.

"Okay then." Was all I replied.

"Great! I'll get Patrick to pick you and Mikey up. I'll meet you all inside with Ray and Bob." Pete exclaimed too happily.

School went on pretty quick afterward, I had art and it was great. I could just think straight for a while. I was actually a little excited for tonight, I knew they we're a great band anyway, I wasn't sure why though. I got home from school pretty quick and I headed down to the basement. I got a shower, I don't know why I'll be getting so hammered I vomit all over myself anyway. I changed into some more comfortable clothes and applyed some eyeliner.

I don't know why I was going to so much effort, I think it's because I was hoping Lyn-Z was going to be there. Patrick showed up at about 7pm. Me and Mikey both clambered into the car and endured the painfully silent ride.

We got there about 15 minutes later. It was a small club but it was very full. I showed my fake I.D to the bouncer and he let me in like a breeze. Mikey and Patrick got in too, they didn't even show their I.D. It took us about 5 minutes to spot the others. Once we did I headed over to the bar to get drinks.The others went into the moshpit, leaving me all alone. 

When Pencey finally started to play, I couldn't help but walk towards them. I was a little tipsy so I kept falling over people, but I got there eventually. I'd heard them before, but it was different this time. They had more of a presence on the stage. I couldn't help but watch Frank throw himself around the stage. The way he looked at the audience and the way he played the guitar. You could tell he had passion for music. 

I couldn't help but stare at him a little too much. His green/hazel eyes were perfect and shiny. They way he held his guitar. He was perfect. 

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JUST SO YOU KNOW THIS WAS A LITTLE BIT RUSHED, SORRY. I ALSO DIDN'T PROOF READ. SO YEAH. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH. THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION.