Never let them take you alive // Adopted by Frerard

6

I get up from my bed, which I didn't sleep at all last night. I gather some clothes from my wardrobe and prepare myself an actual shower.

lol shower time

I exit the heated room, steam exits the room behind me. The chilling room's breeze outlines my body. The contact sends shivers down my neck. I get dressed into a Taking Back Sunday shirt, and I wrap a flannel around my waist. My jeans are black and ripped, like any good emo's wardrobe would be. I do some simple makeup, really just concealer and eyeliner.

I do that hella generic shit that everyone does in their routine. Once ready, I ruffle my hair in hopes of making it floofy. Spoiler Alert: gotta re-do my hair. A day in advance, Frank informed me we would be going out to eat with 'everyone else'. Still unclear for who those people would be, I got ready. He told me to act suprised when Gerard told me because Frank was terrible at keeping secrets. Also, big step added, Frank said we'd be getting 7 dogs. Yay. I told Nova and Kai I wouldn't be online because I'd spend the day with some people. Dinner with people I don't really know made me uneasy, but do I really have a choice?

Despite my efforts of a long sleeved shirt under my short sleeved shirt, and a long sleeved leather jacket, I apply concealer to the parts of my body you can see. Y'know, so they don't question scars or weird markings from Chad and shit.

Gerard and I have been talking a lot, but not so much Frank. He's always "Too busy finding out which German Shepherd is the fluffiest" to conversate with a pair of normies. If you ask me, Frank is the real normie. Why would he look for German Shepherds? I want a fluffy Husky if anything. Anyways, it's 7:00. Gerard is in the living room with Frank, and they both look up to me. Gerard smiles and gets up. Frank soon after follows. We crack some jokes, but in just a few seconds, the atmosphere became thick. So thick you could see it. Nobody peeped a word. We got in the car in silence. The only thing audible is the car radio C;. The radio is quiet, but you could recognize it was on. Music starts quietly playing from the tiny, illuminated rectangle. The sound is familiar, and I tap my finger on the window to the beat. The abyssal silence transformed to a car karaoke in less than 30 nanoseconds.

I fiddle with the jeans I wore, twirling the strings around my fingers. I nervously bob my head to upcoming songs. The mist of awkwardness arrives once again, sweeping me off my feet. Gerard looks at my refection through the mirror. I give him that solid 'I'm socially awkward so if you're planning on asking me questions you most likely will get nothing out of me' sort of look. He just smiles and nods, but proceeds to bring up subjects out of thin air. Grasping for some common ground. It was mostly Frank interfering and answering the questions himself. You would be surprised how much he tried to guess- and got wrong- about a generic emo child. I stiffle a laugh as the two quirky boys go on and on. 

Once we arrives, my palms started to sweat. My legs turned jelly and I put on a nervous smile. Neither Gerard nor Frank informed me of who we were meeting up with. Gerard noticed, and put an arm around my shoulder. He pulled me close and reassured me it'll all be alright. I smile at his attempts to lift my mood. We were instructed to a dinner table. It was fairly large. 10-15 people maybe. I take a seat and check the time. Gerard, Frank and I actually engage in a... "family" conversation for once. Our smiles beam as we await our guests. It was surely going to be a good night.

I sheepishly stare at my feet, my face turns red from embarrassment. My heart thumps.
"They should be here in a few minutes" Frank mumbles, playing with the cutlery. As if on cue, I hear footsteps approaching. Gerard and Frank stand. I soon follow. Hugs and greets pass on infront of me, before I'm pushed infront of the crowd. Gerard pats my back, introducing me as the 'newest edition to The Way Family'. Infront of me was Mikey Way and Ray Toro, accompanied by their lovely wives, Kristin and Christa. I smile as crimson rises on my cheeks. Mikey is the first one tackling me into a hug. He almost suffocates me. Which- am I really one to complain? First of all, death. Second of all, death by Mikey Way? Now that's the way to go. I softly smile, wrapping my arms around him. We pull away and introduce myself to the group of people. We exchange hugs and smiles and laughs, just as if I weren't talking to the people I idolize.