The Light Behind Your Eyes (Frerard, Petekey, Peterick, Ryden, And More)

Chapter one

Today was the first day of school for the Way children. They had just moved to a shitty small town and they had to now go to a shitty small school where everyone is pretty much a huge asshole. Unless you were like 14 year old Mikey Way who never seemed to grow up who thought he was hot shit, was extremely excited, and brought two packages of animal crackers from the snack cabinet to eat during class because he needed to establish a reputation of the school rebel. Also, another thing was that Mikey wasn't an hour late for school, like Gerard was.

Well, Gerard's first outlook on his new school really wasn't as positive as Mikey's. He walked up to the school and the entire, run down, brick piece of shit was crawling with the insects that are also known as "teenagers" and to be honest, teenagers scared the living shit out of him.

The girls were in cliques most of them wearing stupid clothing with their hair up, or down depending on how popular you were. Other cliques of girls just trying to be edgy they were all emo and they looked as if they were in an eternal state of having a fucking war flashback.

The boys were all wearing loose jackets or t-shirts with either pants that were way too loose or way too tight. They all had that same, smug smile and they all had similar fuckboy haircuts. They all looked the same, practically same goes for the girls. Everyone seemed to fit into society even though some of them definitely had tried to be original but found someone like them.

Everyone can find someone that they belong with because with the billions of the people on the planet there will always be someone similar to you. No one is completely different than everyone. That's why people try to be different to the point that it's crazy. Which honestly was ridiculous because if you try to be different you're just like everyone else who's trying to be different. People usually have a general spectrum of opinions on each subject and that's the way it is. It's the way it always will be.

And that was the train of thought going through Gerard's head as he was walking through the entrance of his new school. He also considered neglecting going through the office as he was ordered to, but Gerard actually followed the rules for once in his life. Gerard may have been a delinquent who skipped everything important and probably wasn't going to get anywhere in life, but he wasn't stupid. Well, not in some senses of the word.

Gerard regretfully stepped into the office. Now, the office was neatly put together in some aspects and completely cluttered and fucked up in others. The shiny salmon colored tiles that had plated the walls, the colorful carpet coated with many unidentified spilled liquids that had probably been there for years. The papers thrown everywhere and the crude fifty shades of grey esque drawings all submitted by a student named Pete Wentz. It was also the fact that there were a total of three people in the office which were all students. Except maybe for one guy with messy hair that was holding a fedora in his hand. No one knew who the fuck he was. There was also an emo midget standing in front of fedora man looking as if he was about to kill himself and another emo midget standing right next to fedora kid.

And eruption of random words and phrases erupted as Gerard stepped into the room. And it did in fact take a minute for Gerard to process exactly what had just been said. The translation had just been a bunch of hellos distributed fairly upon all of the people in the room.

The kid holding the fedora stood up and sighed, holding his hand out. "I am Patrick." He said, adjusting his hair, then feeling the need to put the fedora onto his head but it seemed that as though it was his urge he didn't respond to it. He slowly raised the fedora up to his head then slapped his own hand away.

The emo midget who was standing in front of the desk with the rather suicidal expression just looked at Gerard, his eyes vacant and his mouth had been in that same shape for that entire five minutes. "I'm Frank." He mumbled, pulling up the hood to his sweatshirt.