Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

The Dinner

We've been here for three days, and have finally finished unpacking. I was over what happened at the airport the other day. Although my mom knew what she was doing. She use to do that kind of stuff back home too because she thought it was funny.

Ha. So funny.

"Donna and Donald invited us over for dinner. We're going over at 4." Since when was 4 dinner time? I rolled my eyes, and headed to my room.

"Okay.." I called from my room. I checked the clock on my dresser to see it was already 3:50. I needed to make a good second impression, and only had 10 minutes. I brushed my hair, and put on a black long sleeved shirt with some dark blue skinny jeans.

When my mother was ready, and four came around, we walked across the street to the Way home. I ran a hand through my hair, as well as my mom. She then knocked. I pulled my pants past my hips just as Donna opened the door.

"Hi you two." She smiled. "Come in," we walked inside, and I shut the door. I followed my mom around the house like a lost puppy, as I didn't know what to do. This was a new house, with new people. Well, not new-new, but I very vividly remembered them.

I sat with my mother at the kitchen island with the adults as they all talked about something I could care less about. I zoned out, and stared off into space until Donald said: "Gerard's in his room if you want to go hang out with him." I shook my head nervously, not interested.

"You can go watch TV if you want."

Good hint..

I walked to the living room as I was practically kicked out, and sat on the couch. I couldn't find the remote, so I sat there with my legs crossed and stared at the floor, thinking about how school was going to be.

I wouldn't know anyone. I had a feeling everyone was going to be complete dicks. I was going to be the new kid, and everyone was either going to love me, or hate me. The teachers would make me introduce myself, and the kids would stare. Considering I wear band merch, Star Wars merch, black, grey, skinny jeans and leggings, ill probably be judged.

"Um," I glanced up to see a short boy, who seemed to be about 13 or 14. His hair was funny, scratch that, hilarious, and he wore big glasses. "Who are you?"

"Jess.. Who are you?"

"Mikey. Are you Gerard's friend?" I shook my head. "Right. Should have known. He doesn't have any friends." Mikey laughed and walked away.

Well.. That escalated quickly.

I felt kind of bad. I mean, we use to be friends when we were little, so maybe we could be friends now? If Mikey was serious, that sucked.. Was he ugly or something? Did he have a disease, or was a psychopath? I felt terrible for refusing to go to his room. So I got up, and walked back into the kitchen.

"Um, where's Gerard's room?" I asked. Donna smiled softly.

"It's downstairs, the room at the end of the hall." I smiled softly and walked upstairs. I got extremely nervous. 'You were friends once, you can be friends again' I told myself. 'How hard can it be?'

I was now in front of his bedroom door. There was a sign that said 'I don't want to go to school. Let me sleep. I'd rather die'. It was hand written, so he had obviously made it himself. I felt even more bad. How could school be that bad for someone?

I could hear Iron Maiden softly playing. At least he had good music taste..

I knocked, and instantly regretted it. 'JESS IF YOU RUN NOW HE WON'T KNOW IT WAS YOU.'

The door opened, and my eyes widened. And so did his.

Well.

My mom was right, he looked different. When we were little, he was vibrant. Wore blue jeans, colorful t-shirts, his hair was cut by his mom and he was always smiling. Now he was wearing a baggy black hoodie, baggy black pajama pants, had long shaggy black hair that parted down the middle, was slightly chubby, and seemed to be wearing eyeliner. He was.. Erm.. Awkward?