The New Kids (Frerard/Rikey)

Chapter 6 - Dreaming

Ray's POV

Bob, Frank and I had gotten much closer over these past three weeks. We sat together at lunch, we even had two classes together, music and English class. They were the classes I looked forward to every other day. I had never been happier in school, it was really nice to have friends. Frank's stutter even started to go away, along with the abuse from his father. Bob's mother had gone over there and personally threatened him. She said that if he ever touched Frank again, she would call the police and have him behind bars. He hadn't hit Frank once, according to him, but he still yelled at him all the time.

"Excuse me? Frank Ferrer is the best drummer. Of the classic rock genre at least." I state matter of factly. We were currently discussing the best musicians of classic rock.

"Hell no! Roger Taylor is way better!" Bob yells, defending his favorite.

Frank shakes his head, "You both are wro-"

He is cut off by a tall, scrawny boy clearing his throat and looking at us shyly. He had short black hair, gelled down. He wore thick eyeliner around his eyes, black skinny jeans, a dark gray Iron Maiden shirt, and had a black coat hanging over his arm. His nose was small and his features were angular, but still soft. His voice was quiet and deep. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my life. "Could I sit here?" He asks. We nod and I clear my stuff out of the seat beside me quickly, wanting him to be next to me.

"Here." I offer. The boy sat down and begin to pick at his food. "New here, I suppose." I say, giving him a smile.

"Yeah, my family wanted me to move to a new school. The other one was awful." He says, looking down at his lap. "Oh! Shit, sorry. I'm Mikey." He says, realizing he forgot to tell us his name.

"I'm Frank." Frank says, a little shyly. "These two d-dopes are Ray and Bob." He juts his thumbs in the direction of us as he said out names and Bob whacks him in the arm and rolls his eyes.

"I like your shirt." I say, smiling even wider. "Iron Maiden is my favorite band."

The boy, Mikey, smiles back, widening his eyes a little. "Really? I couldn't help but overhear you talking about Roger Taylor earlier. I thought you guys would be the best bet to sit with." We smile and nod. "Personally, I think Frank Ferrer is better."

"What?" Bob and Frank yell at the same time.

"Told you! I fucking told you!" I laugh. "I like you. You have a good taste in music." I say to Mikey, whose cheeks became slightly pink.

"So, Mikey, wha-at year are you in?" Frank asks, knowing we all wanted to learn more about him. He seemed cool, and new kids wanted to make friends, right?

"Junior." He says, and we smile.

"Same here! You must be on a different team or something. I haven't seen you around today. That, or you don't have any morning classes with any of us." I suggest. How I missed him if he had been in our classes was beyond me.

"All I know is that I have Mrs. Osbourne for English first block, Mr. Elseworth for Math second block, and this lunch period."

"Well, you're on our team. We have English after this, I have science after that and Music last." I tell him, hoping he had something with me.

"I have Music last! It's the only class I am loving forward to!" Mikey exclaims. He pulls out his schedule and places it in the center of the table for us to look at.

"We have s-social studies together." Frank tells him, giving him a small smile. "You should sit w-with me."

Mikey smiles and nods, pulling his schedule back and putting it in his bag. "Okay. I'll meet you there."

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The lunch period passes and we all head out. I hoped I didn't seem over friendly with Mikey, I didn't want Frank and Bob on my case. Mikey leaves to head for an advanced creative writing class and Frank, Bob, and I walk to our normal English.

"Ray, you weren't that friendly with me when I moved here." Bob says smirking, "You didn't clear your stuff out of the seat beside you so quickly, or ask me about my sister, or smile constantly, or-" Bob is cut off by a whack on the back of the head I delivered.

"Shut it." I say.

"Ooh, does Ray have a thing for the new kid?" Frank giggles, poking me in the side.

I swat him away and groan. "Stop it."

"You do!"

"No."

"You so do." Bob laughs. Great. Now they were going to try to prove that I did tomorrow night. In front of him, as Mikey had invited us over. "Frankie, should we be bad friends and embarrass him?" He asks the smaller boy.

Frank laughed and jumped onto Bob's back, causing the latter to 'Oomph!' in surprise. "I don't know. I c-can answer you t-tomorrow when we get there."

"Please don't. I don't have a thing for Mikey." I blush, walking ahead of them into Mrs. Osbourne's room.

"Mr. Iero! How many times a week do you get free rides on Bryar?" She says, rolling her eyes. Mrs. Osbourne was one of those teachers that was loud, scary, but funny as hell. She could be strict and terrifying, but if you stayed on her good side, she was the best.

"As many as po-ossible." Frank replies, sliding off of Bob.

The bell rings and class begins, Bob and Frank nudging me back to Earth every few minutes. I just couldn't get MIkey out of my mind. He would be the death of me. But what chance did I have with him? He was perfect. He was awkward, but in the most adorable way. He was dark, but seemed innocent and shy. He was- "Ray!" I jump at the sound of Bob yelling my name, "I've been calling you for like, twelve years."

"Sorry. What do you want?" I ask, looking at him. He just pointed at Mrs. Osbourne, who had her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

"Quit dreaming. You teenage boys are all alike. Girls! Girls! Girls! I can tell by the look on your face, you were thinking about someone." I flush a deep red and look down, kicking my feet into a new position under my desk. "You had love in your eyes and a small smile, like you were 'picturing someone and all of their wonderful, beautiful perfection'." She used her hands to talk, using finger quotes around some statements.

"Come on, Mrs. Ozzy. Don't tease the boy. He's young and his mind does... things. And do you really know its a gir-" He begins to say this in a hushed tone, but I cut him off.

"Shut it, Bryar. You want to keep that piercing in, I suggest you keep your mouth closed." I snap, elbowing him.

"Great. Now I'm off topic. Where was I? Oh yes! Mr. Toro, can you tell me the difference between connotative reasoning and denotative reasoning?" She asks. I simply shake my head. "See me after class, please." She continues her lesson and I sigh, trying to focus.

Damn. I know the kid for an hour, barely remember his last name, and he's flooding my mind.

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Ducks

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chapter

next will be franks POV in social studies

also if you couldnt tell by now, this story is set in BP era... the picture is mikey, obviously, and i have an idea of hoe gerard will come into the story so... i shall update soon!!