Mr.Way

chapter one

Moving wasn't fun at all, especially going to a new school and starting over again, but I got to see my brother agian. Oh how much I missed my Frankie.

"Honey were almost there! Are you excited " My mom asked beside me.

"Not exactly " I sighed

"Don't be upset, you'll get to see your brother and father again" she reassured. I smiled at her as we passed a sign that read "Welcome to Belleville, New Jersey" Home Sweet Home

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My name is Rosaleigh Iero Wintress, I'm 17 years old, junior. I play a handful of instruments, I sleep a lot and I'm not picky with music. If it bops, it bops. I'd admit, I can sing a little, and when I'm feeling it, I like to write music....mostly poems.

My dashing older brother is Frank Iero, known as "Oreo", "Cupcake" or "Short Stack".

When we were younger, me being 8 and Frank 12 our parents split, but they want to give it another shot, hint why were moving back from California.

Every year since then, Frank would send birthday cards, holiday cards, letters, gifts, vise versa. He doesn't know I'm coming as I've heard from Mom, its a surprise.

We pulled up to a familiar driveway going into a small two story house that was white and a dark blue with a brown door and a black car and red car parked outside.

We drove up and mum got out first. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the car following along.

She walked to the door and I stood beside her.

As she was knocking on the door, someone I've never seen before answered. He looked to be around my age, he had a hint of eyeliner around his eyes, blonde dirty hair and glasses. He looked like a dork to be honest with his baggy stripped sweater and faded skinny jeans. I mean I shouldn't be saying anything compared to my own glasses with simple blue jeans, faded band t-shirt and a really old fashioned brown baggy sweater.

"Can I help you" he asked

"Yes, is my husband home?" mum asked

"Husband?" he looked confused

"Oh yes I forgot we scheduled so my son Frank wouldn't know. I'm Maria Wintress, Frank's wife" she shook his hand. He stared at her confused.

"Look bro would you move your ass aside to I can go see my brother" I became impatient.

He seemed a bit weary letting some strangers he's never met inside, but he opened the door for us. I gave him a small smile and walked past.

It's almost the same as I remember. Baige walls corned the house, pictures hanging in the same spots, the furniture looked new and moved around differently.

The same airy vanilla smell from dad's candles. I ran my fingers through the fabrics walking along the house. The boy watched me carefully as if was going to bring out a knife and stab him.

"Where's Frank?" I asked.
"He's downstairs in his room"

"I still want this to be a surprise, can you get him to face his back towards me" I gave him puppy eyes.

He nodded his head and went in before me while I followed along quietly.

"Yeah, wait what!! Rose is coming back!!" I heard. He was already faced back towards me, talking into his phone, jumping slightly.

The kid moved aside as I charged at Frank and he made a girlish scream falling down which made me laugh. He looked at me, like I was unrecognizable at first.

"Rose is that you?" I nodded my head as tears formed in my eyes.

"I missed you so much" he cried hugging me.