Oh, Sugar (frerard)

Chapter 2

The next day, I woke up early. It was earlier than I ever wake up. I crept

out of my room and to the bathroom. My mom wasn't up yet so that meant I got to actually have hot water.

We lived in a small two bedroom house. It was a little run down, the washer and dryer would stop working and the fridge would get way too cold and freeze the milk, but it was home and I actually loved it.

There was one thing I hated about it though. The memories.

When I was 7, my parents had gotten a divorce. My dad didn't take it well, he didn't even want it, he started drinking and using many drugs and he eventually killed himself out of drunken drugged thoughts. Ever since then my mom brought home a new man at least every week to make up for the feeling of my dad being gone.

I was brought out of my thoughts by both the freezing cold water hitting my body and my mother banging on the door telling me to get out.

I got out, dried off and walked swiftly to my room before my mom could talk to me. I shut my door and locked it. I went to my dresser and pulled out extremely tight black jeans, some boxers, and socks. I tossed them on my bed as I walked over to my closet an pulled out a Pantera shirt that wasn't mine.

I realized then it was my ex's. Ronnie. I missed him, but I knew for a fact he didn't miss me.

I tossed the shirt aside and grabbed one of mine, a Smashing Pumpkins one. I quickly got dressed an walked to the bathroom. I plugged in my flat iron and patiently waited for it to heat up. As I was waiting, I decided it would be a good time to put on my eyeliner. After the thick black rings were applied around my hazel-brown eyes, I finished up with my hair.

I looked in the mirror an cringed. "Fuck I look decent today" I whispered to my reflection. I was confused as to why I was dressed up all nice.

I walked into the kitchen to see my mom leaning over the counter and watching the news. She had a steaming cup of what I could only assume to be coffee. He brown and gray hair was untidy and her pajamas still clothed her body.

"Good morning mom," I said, "is there enough coffee for me?"

She looked at me as if I were a stranger. "Frank Anthony Iero, you will wait until Derek has some!"

Who the fuck is Derek? It must be her flavor of the week.

I sighed and walked into the living room. I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my backpack.

"Bye Mom!" I shouted. I grabbed her new box of cigarettes and lighter before walking out the door.

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Waking to school, I had smoked two cigarettes, I had a mile walk every morning because my mom doesn't have a license, she has a car, but no license. I dropped my cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with my toe. I wasn't ready for today. I sighed heavily and walked onto school grounds.

I stood in the bathroom attempting to wash the pop that Damani dumped in my hair. I was determined to look nice for my next period.

Art.

I still didn't know anything, not even the name, of the new art teacher. I would learn today.

Art was never really my favorite subject, I prefer reading and literature. They were the classes I always got the highest grade in and I was so proud of that. Must be why people call me one of the two "emo nerds".

The other was Mikey Way. A very attractive boy a year younger than me. He wore beanies all the time and had his hair styled like someone from the Misfits. He had black and white glasses and was extremely tall and lanky.

As soon as I was satisfied with my hair, I brushed it one last time with my fingers so every bit of the red sides were visible.

I was already late when I got to art, but I guess the teacher was too because the classroom was literally the definition of chaos. Kids were sleeping, running around, painting graffiti an other vulgar things on walls and tables. There was even a girl smoking in the back. I took my seat and five minutes later the teacher appeared, adjusting his tie.

"Quiet down now!" His voice boomed across the room and everybody did as they were told. His face that held seriousness and anger turned to a happy smile.

"Thank you class. You should know that I'm not an angry person. The rare times I am pissed off, don't last long. Now, I am Mr. Way, your new art teacher. It is very lovely to meet you all." He smiled showing a row of tiny white as paper teeth and I couldn't help but stare at his beauty. He interested me. I wanted to know about him.

Mr. Way.

Mikey Way.

Mikey, who is actually one of my only friends, told me that his older brother Gerard had just gotten a job.

Could this have been the job?

So in the last chapter in the last chapter , I accidentally wrote 'music teacher' instead of 'art teacher' my rad as fuhk gal @chily_lily told me about this and I changed it. ^-^

And look! Super long chapter! Kinda. Not really. And also sorry, it's a late update.

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