Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

Starbucks

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My eyes were sore from crying. I sat in a small blue seat, a belt wrapped around my waist. My arms were crossed as I stared out the window. The houses became smaller as the soared through the sky, eventually disappearing into the clouds.

Belleville, New Jersey. Home. The place I was born, where I lived my early life. Before the divorce and the custody battle. Before my dad moved my sisters and I across the country, only to see our mom at Christmas. It was a smaller town, kind of run down with nothing special or interesting there. Just a bunch of old houses and buildings. A dump.

My parents have decided that it would be best for me to make the move, alienate myself from the negativity and start fresh. I wasn't totally opposed to the idea. I was genuinely excited and looking forward to it. But it was still difficult. I would miss my dad and my sisters. I would miss the city, the state, my friends.

I couldn't stop thinking about my best friend Mitch. He was moving to Seattle for University in a few weeks anyways, so I wouldn't see him much. I said goodbye to him last night. We sat at the beach until 3 in the morning before deciding to head back home. We cried a bit, and he told me we would visit each other as soon as we could. I tried to believe him. Optimism is hard for me.

My mother handed me a piece of gum, smiling softly. She knew I was sad, but failed to contain her excitement about me finally coming home. I took it from her gently.

"I know this is difficult for you, honey. I promise I do. But you are going to love Belleville." She said, taking my hand and squeezing it.

"I hope so." I replied.

"Do you remember Don's son? Gerard? You two are about the same age now." She asked. I tried to jog my memory, replaying the name in my head. I knew Don. She been one of my mom's closest friends since high school. She was like an Aunt to me.

"Kind of rings bell. But no, not really."

"Really? Well, I think the two of you should be friends. He doesn't have many and you don't know anyone. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try. Don's going to be picking us up from the airport. Maybe she'll bring him with her."

"Maybe." I said, non-enthused. "I'm going to try and sleep. Wake me up when we're descending."

"Okay. Just rest." She squeezed my hand gently before letting go. I reached into my black backpack and pulled out my Walkman, putting my headphones over my head. I listened to the album Antichrist Superstar by Marilyn Manson until my mind faded and I began to sink into my seat.

There was a rough shaking on my shoulder. I groaned, sitting up properly and pulling out my earphones?.

"We're descending," my mother said. I looked out the window to see lots of green. At least there were parks and trees. I was expecting it to be grey from pollution, but I suppose that was just in the movies.

I put away my disc man and sat up straight. I tied back my long brown hair, and yawned. My mother was talking about how nice it was. Same damn thing as always.

"Who's picking us up?" I asked, confused. She chuckled while taking out her ponytail, letting her blond hair fall. She straightened her green glasses afterwards. My mom was kind of like one of those really popular girls, that one extremely pretty girl from your high school who is extremely popular and gets all the guys. She liked the same stuff I liked. And some things i hated. She was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Donna." Wait. What? I had no idea it was going to be her. I assumed it was going to be my grandparents. "I have a huge surprise for you!"

"Is it McDonalds?" I asked groggily. She gasp softly.