[ON HOLD] Now You're Gone - Fall Out Boy fanfiction

Chapter 1 - Alone Together (Fall Out Boy)

(This is my first fanfiction c: thanks for reading)

I stared at the grey ceiling and the posters that hung from the dull faded blue walls. Today was going to be another normal day that dragged on at Jornes Orphanage, I just knew it. There was no way that this day was going to be any better than the other ones. I rolled over onto my side to look at my roommate who was constantly on her phone, sitting on my bed whilst I lay down facing her, and we stayed like that for a couple of minutes. She finally lifted her head up from her electronic and gave me an inquisitive look, "Jemma-" I began to say, but I was soon cut off by the speakers blaring in our bedroom.

"All girls from the ages 12-16 please report to the main hall." Mrs. Cowan declared.

I sighed and looked at Jemma from across the small space between us, we were usually very chatty but there was something up with her today.... She had probably given up on an interesting life like the rest of us.... I gave her a reassuring smile and then went to get my clothes. I threw on a Fall Out Boy band tee and a pair of black skinny jeans as well as my favourite silver skull converse. I messed around with my makeup until I found my eyeliner and quickly whipped it on. I glanced shyly at the cracked mirror but decided to do nothing with my hair. I probably could have dressed better but in all honesty it didn't matter, as I wasn't getting adopted anyway and I genuinely had no other clothes. I crossed the room to go see Jemma and found that she was curled into a tight ball, fighting back tears as she dejectedly looked at the ground.

"Jemma?" I said as I put my arms around her shoulders. "What's happened?"

"Nothing!" She replied "Nothing ever happens! There is never gonna be a day where I get adopted! I'm just going to be miserable for the rest of my life!"

"No! No Jemma! You will be happy one day! Everything is going to be okay, I promise you." I said softly,

"I'm s-sorry Leah! I just put a-all of my p-problems on you... I'm sorry. We should go, just ignore me..." She sobbed, wiping hastily at her eyes.

"It's not at all like that, okay? I love you, you're my best friend. You can talk to me whenever you want to, and I'll listen. I'll help you."

I gave her a sad smile as we exited the room and walked down the stairs to the main hall. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as we walked, and she looked so heartbroken, so I linked my hand with hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze, before joining the girls that were lined up against the wall, Mrs. Cowan in front of them. "Okay girls," she said as we joined the line, "Today there will be four men willing to adopt. They have come as a group, so if any one of you is uncomfortable with that then you may leave now. This is your only chance." About six girls turned and left, leaving 5, including ourselves. I considered about leaving but soon realised that this was a major possibility. I was desperate to get out of here, right? And it was bound to happen someday, so why not now? As I was fantasising about everything, the first name was called, and a kid walked shakily forwards.

Izzy Newhouse.

Izzy is that stuck-up, goody two shoes kind of girl. She gets anything she wants, whenever she wants, plainly because her grades are higher than the rest and she 'helps wash the dishes'. It's not like I hate her, it's just sinply because she's the 'hero' of this place and I happen to be the 'zero'. Jealous often crops up, if you couldn't tell. I could never be like her though, I'm not exactly smart enough. But also, why would I even want to be like her?

The ginger curls that adorned her head bounced as she walked, and her dull drown eyes shifted nervously behind her blue rimmed glasses. At least Jemma liked me, she was 13 which was one year older than me and liked everything I liked. She shared similar music interests such as Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Nirvana, My Chemical Romance, Evanescence, etc. I appreciated her for that. She'd recently discovered an interest in a group called Pierce The Veil, and y'know, they weren't all that bad. They were good, even. Their lyrics had obvious meanings behind all of them, and it was amazing knowing that I could relate to the music seeping in my ears. Thinking about music made me happy, but distracted me when really I should be paying attention. In result of this, I flinched when a second name was called.

"Taylor!"

Taylor, the blonde bombshell with pretty green eyes smiled warmly as she passed, and suddenly I found myself smiling back. She wasn't half bad, and she had a kindness that I hadn't found in many people. I envied her for her looks and welcoming personality, but I considered her as a friend, as she helps me work on my negative traits sometimes. She shut office door behind her after she waltzed in, and I mentally praised her for her confidence. As she talked to the adopters inside, I decided to listen to music on my phone, instead of Jemma's. I smiled thankfully at her before replacing her earphones with mine, and putting my Fall Out Boy playlist on shuffle.

I only looked up once it was Jemma's name was called, and gave her a grin. She returned it but her smile dropped when she began to trail after Mrs. Cowan. I shouted good luck to her, and closely after, I was left alone in the room.

After a short ten minutes, Jemma came out. Her eyes looked dazed and unsure, and I panicked. "Jemma?" I called. She gave me a worried expression for a fraction of a second, but then it was gone, and it was like I hadn't even seen anything. She covered her emotions up more than anyone I knew, and better than anyone I knew. I felt like I had to tell her to stop closing herself off, but that'd be a little hypocritical. Her figure disappeared up the stairs as I watched, and I immediately felt guilty for not really saying anything. I wish I was there right now, I wish I could calm her down like I always did, but I didn't have the option to.

"Leah!"

I jumped noticeably.

"Oh, uh, yes. Sorry."

"Come this way." She said sternly, a perfect scowl etched onto her face. She honestly scares me a little. She's kind of a masculine woman, and her actions more than a little domineering.

I followed her across the court and kept my eyes to the floor, although no one was watching, no one was here. But eventually my staring competition with the floor was broken, as she pointed a finger towards the door that held the possible key to my future.

I trembled as I placed my hand on the brass of the doorknob and turned it slowly. What if they didn't like me? What if I was rejected, like I had been with everybody else?

Well, it's not like I had anything more to lose, right?