I'm Not Okay 1
A/N: So this is my attempt at an MCR fiction. I don't really have a plot yet, but I'm setting it to the events of the I'm Not Okay music video for now. I'll see where it goes. I'll start writing now.

Gerard POV
I was awakened by a banging on my door.
"GEE! WAKE UP!" Shouted my little brother, Mikey. I turned over to my alarm clock and groaned. We had just moved to a new neighborhood in New Jersey and today was our first day at Belleville High School.
"Okay, I'm coming." I mumbled. I got ready, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I threw on a black Misfits shirt, black jeans and a pair of Doc Martens. I ran my hands through my long, greasy black hair and headed downstairs.
"Good morning, dear!" My mom, Donna said.
"Mornin'" I mumbled. I scarfed down my breakfast and headed to the door.
"Gee! Wait for me!" Mikey said, pushing his glasses up his nose. He grabbed his backpack and ran to the door. We headed out the door and walked to school. There was a crowd of people walking in front of us, who I assumed were the 'popular' kids. One of them looked behind and noticed us. She was the average preppy schoolgirl. She quickly turned back and whispered to her friends. I saw through my hair that some of them had turned around and looked at us. Mikey wasn't paying much attention to them. He was reading a book. Nerd.

At last, we got to the school. We went to the main office and got our schedules and lockers. I waved goodbye to Mikey and headed off to my first class. I was looking at my schedule and I bumped into someone.
"Sorry." I said. I looked up to see who it was. In front of me was a short guy, probably a freshman like Mikey. He had short black hair and was wearing a white dress shirt, a red tie and a black vest with black skinny jeans.
"It's okay. I haven't seen you around, are you new?" He asked. I nodded.
"Do you want me to show you around?" This guy seemed nice.
"Sure." I replied. "I'm Gerard by the way."
"Cool, I'm Frank. You're a junior I assume?" I nodded. "I am too. So what do you have first?" Wow, he was a junior? He looked like he was in elementary.. I showed him my schedule and we both had science first. He led me to the room, and just in time. As we entered the door, the bell rang.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Way." Said the teacher, Ms. Taylor.
"Yeah. Hey."
"You can sit in the back beside Mr. Iero." What? Who was that? Frank saw my confused expression.
"Me. I'm Frank Iero." he explained.
"Oh. Fucking awesome." I replied.
"Mr. Way! Language!"

"Sorry." I followed Frank to the back and took my seat just as class started.
"Morning class, we have a new student. Mr. Way, please come up and introduce yourself." I sighed and dragged my feet up to the front. I pushed the hair out of my face and said,
"Hi, I'm Gerard Way. I like music and art." I walked back to my seat. I heard a few whispers from the jocks, but fuck that. Ms. Taylor started teaching us and gave us an assignment.

Before long, it was lunchtime. Frank invited Mikey and I to sit with him, along with these two guys named Ray and Bob. Ray was pretty cool, he had an afro and liked the same music as us. Bob was really quiet, but pretty nice. The best thing? They both loved comic books. Turns out Frank did too. It felt great to have friends for once. I was usually that kid sitting in the corner that the jocks would beat up occasionally. Hopefully these people are a bit better. After talking about everything possible, the bell rang. We packed up all our shit and turns out i didn't have classes with Frank or Ray. Mikey was a freshman; Ray, Frank and I were juniors and Bob was a senior. I went to my next class.

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Before long, two more periods had ended. The bell signaled the end of the day and people were rushing out.
"What's your name? Jared?" A jock was coming towards me. "Listen." He said. "Stop hanging out with those fucking fags. Unless you want to become one, come with us." What the fuck, I didn't want to become one of those jocks. Frank, Ray and Bob were fucking awesome. I kept walking and shook my head.
"First of all, my name is Gerard. Secondly, I don't give a fuck about what you think." I kicked him and kept walking.
"Okay, you're gonna regret that, fag." I just kept walking. About halfway home, Mikey caught up to me.
"Gee, why didn't you wait for me?" I shrugged.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Okay. I met this girl though. She's really nice and her name is Alicia."
"Ooh, Mikey's got a crush." He blushed and pushed his glasses up his nose.
"No, no, no it's not like that." He stuttered.
"If you say so.." I replied. Mikey wanted to go get coffee, so then he left me. As I was walking home, I saw someone sitting on the steps beside my house smoking a cigarette. I looked closely and it turned out to be Frank.
"HEY GEE!" He shouted.
"GIMME A SECOND." I ran to my house, set down my backpack and ran back outside.
"'Sup, Frank?"
"Smoking a cancer stick." Yeah. Obviously.
"Dude, you do realize that's gonna kill you right?"
"I'm not dead yet." He replied, throwing his cigarette on the floor.
"You live there?" I pointed to his house.
"No Gerard, I live there." He said sarcastically, pointing to the cardboard box outside his house.
"Awesome, we're neighbours!" He led me upstairs to his room. His room was painted a crimson red colour, with a bed with black bed sheets. Posters covered the walls and a shiny white guitar sat in the corner. On it read the word "PANSY" in bright, metallic letters. On another corner was a stack of comic books. It was extremely clean, compared to my room.
"Nice room. You play guitar?"
"Fuck yeah. Her name's Pansy." He took the guitar in his hands and started playing. It was amazing. I stared at him in awe.
"I'm that bad?" He chuckled.
"You're amazing. Like.. Really good."
"Thanks." We spent the rest of the time talking and reading comics.
"Hey dude, I'd better get home before Mikey freaks out." He nodded, not really paying attention and I left.
Turns out Mikey had invited that girl over for dinner, "as friends." He had a thing for her, and I knew it. Alicia seemed to have a thing for Mikey too. Fuck, they just met. Well, Mikes hasn't had a girlfriend since 7th grade so… Let him be.