Adopted by MCR

Chapter 3

A/N: sorry about the wait I had no internet!! (stupid parents >:( )
And I have to use my phone to write. Which has a ridiculously small screen. So ya....
On with the story kids!

---Samantha's POV---

Me and Frank walked out the centre together for Frank, as soon as we got outside, to literally run to the car and abandon me. "H-Hey!" I yelled after him, "Wa-wait for m-m-me!"

I started running as well to try and catch up with him. I heard him laughing in the distance. It took me a while to catch up with him. I swear to god he's either a four year old or has autism. The fucking energy! Geesus.

Once I finally caught up, I was breathing heavily and practically falling over from my legs going faster than my body could register. "Hey, kid how you doing?" he said.

I looked at him, raised an eyebrow and stuck my tongue out. "U-unfa-air" I stuttered out.

He just grinned at me and roughed up my hair. "H-how ru-rude" I smiled, glaring at him.

He ran off again as soon as I got my breath back, tapping me on the shoulder. "You're it!"

God-fucking-dammit Frank, I thought chasing after him with a grin. I run quite fast. The wind from all the running had the wind whipping my long hair around my face.

About 3 minutes later I found a sudden burst of speed and launched forwards, naruto style. "Go-got y-ou" I laughed, sprinting back towards the car. As I looked back to see where he was, I squealed, seeing him get closer. When I turned my head back around, I felt myself being lifted off the floor.

"C-crap" I squeaked. Frank had put me on his shoulder andbwas now running towards the car. "Fr-frank! Pu-ut me d-dow-own!"
I yelled as he laughed and dropped me down on the floor by the car. I got up, rubbing my butt.

"F-frank" I whined, drawing out the 'a'. "Was that necessary??"

He just shrugged. I pouted at him and crossed my arms, just as the others came back. "You ready to go?" Gerard asked climbing into the drivers seat, Mikey sitting next to him in the passenger seat. "Ye-ep" I nodded. Everyone got in with me squashed between the window and Frank.

I sighed and leaned my head against the window. Gerard put the car in gear and drove off towards my new home.

Home. That is a new word for me to get used to. My house was never a home. With an abusive, alcoholic father and no mother, it never could have been. To me it was just a pile of bricks with a roof on top. The orphanage was just that. An orphanage. A home for unwanted, lonely children with nowhere else to go. But this. This could potentially be a home. An actual home. Somewhere for me to be loved. To be wanted. For me to want to be in. That's different. It truly is.

I leaned back in the chair and relaxed. "poke" Frank said, jabbing my arm with his finger. I rolled my eyes and looked at him questioningly.

He doesn't answer me though, does he? Nope. He carries on poking my arm. Until I sigh, and throw my head back, grasping his wrist and pushing it away. 

I let go and get comfortable again, as he starts poking me... AGAIN.

"S-s-stop" I whine at him, catching the attention of Ray, who tells Frank to stop being annoying and lays his head on the window, the afro making a cushion for him as he falls asleep.

After me complaining at Frank at least 5 times for him to stop being an asshole, Gerard decides to join the Frank-is-being-extremely-annoying-and-won't-fucking-stop club and also starts telling Frank off for annoying me. Most likely because he's bored of hearing me complain. But still... Help is good.

"Frank stop." he sighs.

"Noooo"

"Frank" he said seriously.

"I don't wanna, though!"

"Oh, for the love of.... Frank, no"

It carried on like this for a while, but at least he was annoying someone else. I managed to fall asleep in the middle of the argument and stay that way till we got back.

"Wake up, hun. We're home." 
I blinked slowly, waking up to Frank being a moron outside, running around in circles like a maniac, and Gerard talking to me trying to get me to wake up.

I groaned and basically crawled out the car and immediately pulled up my hood, because of the bright sunlight. I hissed at the light and squinted, lookung down.

"My god, this is a sma-... younger, female version of Frank." Gerard sighed, shaking his head.

I giggled to myself whilst picking up my suitcase and my bass in one hand and my guitar in the other.

"H-hey, um, gu-uys?" I asked, " Whe-where d-do I pu-put the-ese?"

"I'll show ya!" Frank shouted grabbing my wrist in one hand and my suitcase in the other. He ran off, dragging me behind him. I ran as well, being able to keep up alright.

We ran up two flights of stairs, down a hallway and to a black, red and purple door on the left. Frank shoved the door open and burst through, placing my suitcase on the bed.

"Here it is!" he said excitedly. I laughed at his enthusiasum and walked over to the desk that was placed in the corner of the room. I looked around the room.

There was a double-bed in the middle of the room against the room, next to a vedside table with a lamp on top and a coaster for drinks. On the opposite side of the room there was a walk-in closet and a dressing table. I couldn't see a mirror though. Huh...

"The bathroom's in there," he said pointing to the door in the right, that was left slightly ajar. "Start putting away your stuff, I shall be back!" he grinned, running back out the door and down the stairs.

I shook my head at him and unzipped my suitcase, laying my clothes out on the bed. I pulled out my blades, sketchbook and pencils to shove them in the back of the bedside draw.

I hung up my two pairs of ripped, black skinny jeans, one normal pair. I then hung up my Black Parade shirt, P!ATD, too weird to live, too rare to die shirt, a BVB shirt, a Paramore shirt and a Supernatural shirt. Then I picked up my Walking Dead waistcoat that said, 'I ain't nobody's bitch' on it with blood splatter and hung that up too.
(A/N actually have this waistcoat, its fucking awesome)

Then came my fedora , don't ask, and I hung that on one of the bed posts. I hung up all 23 posters on the wall by my bed and shoved the suitcase underneath my bed.

"Do you like horror movies and pizza!?" Gerard shouted up the stairs.

"O-obvio-ously!" I yelled back, "A-as lon-long as t-t-the pi-pizza is v-veggie"

"Okay, are you vegitarian?" he asked.

"Y-yeah!"

"Alright"

I went to to the bathroom and put away my toiletries. Then I remembered I stuffed my wristbands on the inside of my suitcase. I walked back out, fushed my bracelets out and put them on the dressing table with my eyeliner and mascara.

When I was done I went downstairs for pizza and movies.