::1::You're Just a Sad Song::Gerard Way::With Nothing to Say

"Hayden! Get your ass UP!"My so calledfather yelled. I groaned and sat up from the bed. Today we were moving to New Jersey, Belleville, New Jersey. God, why did you give me such an awful father? Oh yeah, because my fucking mother died.
"I'm UP!"I yelled back, and immediately regretted it. He stormed up to my room, looking angry, and his knuckles were white. I gulped as he started walking closer to me.
"Did you just give me lip?"he asked. I gulped, I hated when I accidentally yelled at him. He gets so mad, and he's always drunk. He beats me, like constantly. I always wear long sleeve shirts, even in summer. And I always have to buy makeup, to cover up my black eyes.
"No, sir."I answered hesitantly. He smiled evilly at me and slapped me on my face, I stumbled over a tiny bit, but quickly regained composure. I held the spot he had just slapped.
"Get ready, we're leaving in an hour."he told me before leaving. My father is VERY weird, he always feels sorry for hitting me, so he goes out and buys me everything I want, it's kind of weird. So I took a shower, and washed my hair with my beautiful smelling coconut shampoo. I got out and put on my underwear and bra. I looked through my suitcase and got out my bright green skinny jeans and a white shirt that said 'I'm With Stupid' in green and a green arrow pointing to me. I loved that shirt. I slipped on my black converse with green laces and started brushing my red head of hair, in my opinion it's orange, and then straightened it. I got out some green eyeliner and that was when I was wondering if it's too much green. I mean I don't know if my green eyes could take it. Oh well. I finished my makeup with some clear lipgloss. I had covered up the handprint that was on my cheek and got up. I made sure that my tattoo was covered up. I don't know how my father would handle it.
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"Okay, I want you to go pick out your room, then I'll give you my credit card and you can go shopping to get new stuff for your room, seeing as how we left all the other stuff in Washington"my father said as I got out ofmy car and stretched. I had been in that car since Pennsylvania.
"Okay, uh, can I have it now? Because, I'm going to go pick out my room then go meet out neighbors, seeing as they are right there."I stated, looking at 5 boys staring at me. He nodded and handed it to me. I smiled and hugged him before running into our house and picking out my new room. Yousee, my father is a big time brain surgeon. He got transferred to a hospital in NJ and now we got this ginourmous house in Belleville. My room had a really big walkin closet and a very nice bathroom. I liked it. Now I just have to hang up all my skinny jeans, that should take me a few hours, maybe days. I walked down the hall to see my father carrying my suitcases up the stairs, I grabbed them from him and brought them in my room. I grabbed my keys and told my dad good bye. I walked out of our new house and saw those boys still on the porch, whispering about something. I walked over to them and they looked at me. One of them caught my eye, he was about my age and had shoulder length black hair. He was pretty cute. No, make that hot. Another with black hair popped up at me, breaking my gaze at the shoulder length haired guy. They were all wearing different colored fingerless gloves, that stopped at your wrists and had bones on them, they were kick ass.
"Hi! My names Frank!"He said hugging me. I was a little shocked, but I hugged him back.
"Hayden"I told him and he pulled away.
"Well, hi!"
"Yeah, uhm, I'm Ray, that's Bob, and this is Mikey and Gerard."Ray told me. I smiled at them but I really only smiled at Gerard.
"So, what's your favorite color?"Ray asked me. I thought about that.
"Green."
"Here you go."he said handing me a pair of green fingerless gloves. I looked at them.
"What the fuck?"I asked them, they all chuckled.
"You put them on your hands... and people say I'm stupid."Frank told me slowly like I was some metally retarded person. I glared at him.
"That's because you are!"Gerard yelled, hitting him on the back of the head. I chuckled.
"You see, the gloves mean you're part of out little group."Bob clarified for me. I nodded and slipped them on, they looked pretty good with my outfit.
"So, Hayden, where'd you move from?"Mikey asked me. I smiled at him.
"Washington."I told them.
"DC?"Frank asked. I shook my head.
"No, the actual state."
"Oh, so what's the starbucks like there?"Gerard asked. I shrugged.
"It's the same."
"Oh, well that's cool, so we were just talking about the West Coast."Gerard told me. I nodded.
"Gerard, what's the first three things that come to mind when you think 'Seattle'?"I asked him, he just thought about it.
"Airplanes, Grunge Music and Overpriced Coffee."he said, keeping a straight face. I smiled at him, before cracking up. He was awesome.
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I decided I would take the guys with me, but there wasn't enough room in my car. I sighed.
"Well, someone will have to sit in someones lap...Hayden.... you are the shortest. So sit in Gerards lap."Ray told me, taking my keys from me. I sighed.
"Okay... this won't be awkward."I said, thinking outloud. Gerard chuckled. I snapped my head at him and looked at him confused.
"You were thinking outloud."he said, I nodded.

In just this short time, I could tell, Frank was there if I needed some have some fun. Mikey was there to cheer me up. Ray was there to talk to. Bob was there to cry on. And Gerard was going to be my best friend, I knew it.

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