Goodbye Belleville Hello Berkeley

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(A/n: My Chemical Romance & Jack's mannequin have never met nor toured together. EVER. Andrew Mchmon is only in this story to play piano in later chapters. Also, Frank and Ray are related in this. Also Gerard is Mentally hurt in some chapters. Also physically. I do not own the songs; Right Girl is by the Maine, Scotty doesn't know is by Lustra, When you get home your so dead, ghosts, and Kids in love is by Mayday Parade. Wasteland songs go to the original owners or the my chem songs.
Xx Lindsay Louise Way).

(Gerard's POV)

Driving to Berkeley, California from Belleville, New Jersey. Which was 1 day and 21 hour drive, we had to pay tolls. 2,900 miles. Della slept the ride there. We're almost here. "Ray how long?" I asked. "We're here." He pulled up to a brick house that had; 3 doors 1 side, 1 front and a back door. It had a Frat House kinda look to it. It was a 2 story, it had windows that were dirty. "I'm gonna get Della out of the car." Said Frank.

The difference between Frank & Ray, is while Della's mom was on the Mind numbing pills, Ray took on father roll for Della. Frank took on the typical brother roll, Krista took on the mother roll, while Jamia helped with that. That was the only thing we'd want to hear about in Belleville. "C'mon, Dells we are here now." Frank said. I walked away. I walked to the back door, I climbed the steps. "Hey, we're gonna get the party started. Weed brownies, cigarettes and Ramen with some water. Wanna join?" Asked Ray. "Yeah." Della and Frank came in. "We're having Weed Brownies, Cigarettes and Ramen and water for dinner." I looked back to see Della smiling.
"Okay, I'll go get water, and ramen also cigarettes from Kroger." Said, Ray. "Okay, Ray." We said. "So, Della?" I looked at her. "What?" She whined. "Want to?" I asked. "No, not right now." She said. "Okay." I said. Why was this? oh well. I could go out? Yeah. fuck I don't have a car. I can walk. "I'm walking somewhere."

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Where can I go? The music store? No I can borrow from Della. The Liquor store? No, I'm not 21. My fake I.D., says I am. so liquor store it is. I kept walking 'till I found the local one. Mr. CUTS AND SONS FOR ALL YOUR SPIRITUAL NEEDS. What the hell? Oh well. "Hi, I'm Eliza." Said some blue and black haired girl, her blue and black hair reached her chin, she had blue-greyish eyes, pale skin, and was 5'9". God why is every woman taller than me? {and Frank}? "I'm Gerard. You like Queen?" I asked her. "Yeah, there the best. Your from My Chemical Romance?" she asked. "Yeah I am, I'm the frontman." I said. "You like Nirvana?" She asked referring to my shirt saying "Kurt Cobain". "They have a few good songs. Like "Rape me", or "Come as you are", or "Smells like teen spirt"." I said. "True. Do wanna come with me back to my new house?" I asked. No I fucking Girlfriend, Della. Dammit. "Sure." It will be awkward. "Prepare to meet some weirdos." She nodded. "Okay."
"Daddy?" she yelled. "Yeah Lizzy?" He asked. "I'm going with him somewhere." She said. he waved goodbye, to us. We walked out. "So where we going?" She asked. "My house," I said. "I don't live alone." I said. "Okay." When we got to my house, I saw Ray's car was back. "Let's," I didn't want to hurt Della but I kind Eliza. Oh well. "Come on!" I said. I opened the door for her. Seeing Della eating a brownie, and smoking a cigarette. "Oh hi, your just a friend right?" She made Eliza nervous. "Not that I know of. Sorry, Girl." She said. "Don't call me girl. My name is Della." Della said. She put her cigarette back in her mouth she walked to the little bathroom right here. I saw Ray come down the stairs. I felt a lump the size of a soccer ball in my throat. "Hi, Ray." I said. He grabbed my waist, not in a gay way but as if was going to kill me. "goodbye." I said to her. he took me in the kitchen slamming me on the floor. "Fuck you what did you do?" I was very scared, he looked like a killer. Fuck no.

(A/n: leaving the chapter there. The beating by Frank and Ray will happen in the next. I'm sorry, Eliza the villain. No one is the villain.)

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