Would You Trade That Heart Of Gold For A Minute In My Skin?

I thought I would write a fanfiction on MCR. I don't know what to call it so leave a comment about name ideas and what you think :)
Chapter 1

The school doors opened and students of this quaint high school in New Jersey raced through the halls. Each clique meeting with their friends, clone and queen or king bees. The kids chatted and gossiped aimlessly about who had a crush on who and which skank slept with who. No one noticed two brothers creep past the people silently, trying avoid another beating from the kids who thought they were “different” and didn’t belong. One brother opened a locker and put textbooks inside and looked upon a small picture taken at the mall in one of those photo kiosks. It was him and a young girl smiling a kissing. They looked happy; the boy stroked the picture and held back the tears forming in his eyes. The other brother was opening the locker to his brother’s right and put his textbooks inside and took out an inhaler, he wheezed and put his inhaler back in the locker and glanced over at his brother. He was looking up through his long black hair blinking excessively. “You ok Gerard?” the boy muttered. Gerard shook his head and quickly wiped his eyes dry; he pulled his long black hair and let hand loose on shoulders. “Umm, yeah thanks Mikey, I’m good.” Gerard looked up upon the picture again, he tore it off the blue tack it was kept on and put it in the position which looked like he was going to tear it in two, but his heart stopped him and made him throw the picture into the back of the shadowed locker. Mikey placed his hand on his shoulder “She’s not worth thinking about man. She’s just a stupid whore whose not worth your time.” Gerard closed his locker and looked at Mikey “Maybe your right man; I could get a new girlfriend I suppose.”
Mikey looked at the floor and glanced up again; he sighed and looked down the hallway. He saw a group of jocks walking down the hall with cheerleaders in tow, laughing at their jokes and completing their oversized arms. He panicked and grabbed his brother and pulled him in front of him so he was well hidden. Unfortunately, the jocks saw Mikey and laughed and concocted a plan on how to bully Mikey today. This was a daily torment for Mikey and Gerard; a guy crept on Gerard from behind, gripped his hair and yanked his head back. “Hey, you little Goth shit, what are doing in my hallway?” Gerard winced in pain, and grabbed the jock’s hand. “Sorry, Jake, I’ll get out now.” Jake let go of Gerard’s hair but gripped his wrist and put him in the arrest position and hissed “And keep the fuck out. You little prick.” Jake pushed Gerard into the lockers and watched him, smiling, Gerard falling down with blood dripping out of his mouth. He redirected his sights towards Mikey; he smirked and punched him in the cheek, knocking him the ground. His glasses flew towards the feet of another person and Jake walked up to them, “Your friend’s here have been causing trouble in my halls. Keep ‘em check Bob.” Jake stomped on Mikey’s glasses and put his middle finger up to Bob before hooking arms with a big-busted blonde cheerleader.
They strolled down the hall laughing, glancing back and then laughing again. Bob bent down and picked up Mikey’s glasses, the glass shards slipped through his fingers and the plastic eye-wear remained. He dropped the plastic and looked over to Mikey and Gerard; they were both holding their mouths and trying cover up the blood that was dribbling from it. At that moment, another boy came running, his curly hair bounced as he ran towards them. “What the fuck happened here Bob?” The boy helped Gerard to his feet and supported him towards the direction the guy’s bathroom. “Jake being the normal arrogant asshole he is normally is. You ok taking Gerard if I take Mikey, Ray?” Ray looked back to Bob and nodded while trying to support Gerard on his shoulder and walk towards the bathroom. Ray pushed the door to the bathroom with his back and leant Gerard up against the wall. “Stay there.” Puffed Ray; he pulled out some paper towels and run warm water over them. Ray began dabbing Gerard’s lip and nose, trying the wipe away the blood. Bob burst in carrying Mikey as he was delirious and barely conscious. Bob sat him on the floor and leant his back up against the wall. “Chuck some of them towels Ray?” Ray looked at Bob, nodded and wetted some paper towels before handing them to Bob who started mopping up Mikey’s cheek where Jake’s ring caught him. “That Jake needs a fucking punch in the balls. No, someone needs to rip them off, with no pain medication what’s so ever.” Bob muttered while dabbing Mikey’s sore cheek. Ray nodded in agreement and got a cold drink out of his bag and put it against Gerard’s head where he had hit the locker. “You ok there?” Gerard nodded and held the drink to his forehead and sat on the sinks. “Is Mikey ok?” He managed to mumble. Bob nodded and pulled Mikey up and stood him up against the sinks. “Sorry Mike, he broke your glasses good this time. You got a spare pair?” Mikey looked up and mumbled “Yeah, in my locker.” Ray washed his hands of Gerard’s blood and said “I’ll grab them. I’ll see if I can find Frank as well.” The other nodded in agreement as Ray exited the bathroom and went towards Mikey’s locker.
Ray entered Mikey’s combination and opened up the locker to find odd books, an inhaler, and a very old, mouldy sandwich and finally at the back was a glasses case containing a pair of glasses. “How you feeling Ray?” said a voice behind him. Ray jumped and looked behind him to see a boy with dyed black hair, ears, nose and a lip piercing. He was smiling and clapping his hands. “I’m ok Frank; the guys are in the bathroom. Jake gave them a beating this morning.” Frank sighed “Fuck. Has that arrogant piss-head got nothing better to do with his day?” Ray shut the locker and turned around to face Frank “Obviously not.” Ray gestured towards the bathroom “You coming?” Frank nodded and walked bathroom-wards. They walked into the bathroom where the Way brother’s were quietly breathing deeply in and out. Bob was looking through his bag for something when Ray and Frank entered the bathroom. “Hey Frank.” Bob said and continued digging into the depths of his bag. “Hey Bob.” Frank replied, he looked over to the Way brother’s who were leaning on sinks holding cold drinks to the heads and cheeks. “He got you good this time. What the fuck was his problem?” Frank touched Gerard’s nose then redirected his hand to Mikey’s cheek. “I don’t know man; he just said get the fuck out of my hallway. The he smashed my head in the lockers and punched Mikey.” Mikey looked up into the mirrors and inspected his cheek, he was going to have black eye in the morning and he knew it. Gerard would also have a sort of black eye. The bell went for home room, although they were all different ages, they were in the same year through Gerard and Ray were unable to attend school before Mikey and Frank was intelligent so he got shifted up a year. Bob, he was not from New Jersey, but from Chicago was bullied a lot by the other kids in his year so he dropped out for a year and ended up joining Mikey’s year. Ray and Gerard were childhood friends and when Mikey was born, Gerard Ray and Mikey were babysat by the same person, Natalie, who was a family friend and now helped teach at the high school. Frank, who is a year younger than Mikey met Gerard at the music store as they were looking at the same thing. Their friendship started and they soon became a small gang at the high school.
First lesson was Music, which they all loved as it was the only lesson they all continually passed. Plus, Natalie was always there as Gerard learned from an early age was an amazing musician and vocalist. She always sung The Misfits, Iron Maiden and occasionally The Smiths. As Gerard grew up and new bands were popping up everywhere, Natalie knew about all the alternative bands that were signed to Indie labels like Eyeball records and playing in the local clubs around New Jersey. Frank, Bob and Mikey strolled into the classroom and took their seats at the back, so they can avoid anyone who normally gave them a beating. Gerard waited outside for minute, he was extremely twitchy and the palms of his hands were drenched in cold sweat. Ray observed Gerard for a minute and tapped him on the shoulder “Come on, man; you gotta face her sometime or another.” Ray ended dragging Gerard into the classroom and putting him in his seat next to Frank. Gerard looked up to see a girl looking in his direction, she was blonde with blood red highlights; her eyes were really deep blue. She was the kind of girl you’d expect to be a cheerleader but she was dressed in an Iron Maiden shirt and a black knee length skirt. She looked at Gerard for a minute and then looked down to the floor. Gerard started biting his nails and began standing up when the teacher, Mr. Robinson, entered the room and stood in front of him. “Please take your seat Mr. Way. I’m sure your social life can wait.” The teacher smirked and handed him a piece of paper and walked to the front of the class. “Right class, today we’re going to look at writing your own songs in small groups of 4 or 5.I’ll let you chose the groups and your responsibility within the group. I also want you to come up with a name, and the group I find the best will be performing their song or songs to the school next Friday. I’m just going to let you do it but be careful with the guitars and drums.” Mr. Robinson then just sat down, picked up his newspaper and sipped his coffee. The class arranged themselves into 3 groups. There was a girl group, a mixed group and a boy group. The boy group consisted of Gerard, Frank, Ray, Mikey and Bob. They had all jammed together before so decided that it was the best way to come top. “Well, let’s think what musical talent we all have, yeah.” Ray said “I can play guitar” Frank put his hand up and said “Me too man.” Mikey slammed his hand down on the table and said “I play a little bass. What about you Bob?” Bob looked up and removed is sunglasses “I can think of a little rhythm.” The 4 guys swivelled to face Gerard, but he was looking at the girl with blonde in the other group. She was sitting there laughing and singing random songs which included “Don’t Stop Me Now” By Queen. He noticed that she had lost a little weight her teeth were slightly further apart and she was wearing a new pale pink lipstick. “Gerard?” Mikey said shaking his shoulder. “Gerard? Anyone at home?” Gerard shook out of his trance and simply said “I’ll sing.” Frank took at a deep breath and clapped his hands together “Alright, now that’s done, we need a band name. Any Ideas?” The silence around the five guys echoed as no one spoke but Gerard looked at Mikey “Mikey normally thinks of good band names, don’t you?” Mikey fiddled with his glasses and observed his nails. “I’m sure I could think of something.”
“What!? I can’t be that late!” I yelled that the high school receptionist. “Well, you are. Not a great start, hey Miss. Stocker. I thought you English girls had class.” I took a deep breath and counted to ten while the receptionist printed off my time table. She looked up at me and handed me my timetable. “Ok, the music hall is just down outside, next to the history rooms. I think you’ll find it ok.” I smiled and took the piece of paper. Bitch. I walked outside and looked around; I saw a small hall with a musical note picture above it. I pushed open the door and walked in, each kid was doing an activity in groups until I walked in. The door shut behind me with the loudest bang ever. I looked around, they were all staring at me, I must have looked stupid because, what seemed like, the popular kids, were laughing at me and the popular boys were punching each other’s fists. Great, I’m fresh meat. I walked over to the teacher and said “Sorry I’m late. I’m new here and....” He continued reading his newspaper and sipped the last of his coffee. He put his hand to my face and said “Enough. I know all about you Miss. Stocker, just come to my detention at lunch and we’ll speak then.” He looked up at me and said “Go sit down then. One of the other students will explain what you’re doing.” He returned to his newspaper and ushered me away. Great. I dragged my satchel across the floor until some stupid tosser tripped me up so I fell flat on my face. His friends burst out with laughter and kept me down with a foot on my back. I just lay there, thinking it was better to take it now rather than later. They took their foot of and turned back round to his table of friends. I took a deep breath and started getting myself up, when two feet and a hand appeared in my line of vision. I looked up to see a boy with a sweet face, a sensitive smile and the deepest brown eyes. His hair was black but his eye brows were a brown colour. “Hi, I’m Frank. Need a hand?” He laughed. Great I was a laughing joke already. I took his hand anyway and he lifted me up. I looked up to see him fully; he must have been about my height perhaps slightly taller. Unfortunately, I am only 5ft so I’m used to people being taller than me. “Thanks Frank.” He was still holding my hand so I shook it and said “I’m Grace.” Frank let go off my hand and showed me to his table, he had four friends. All of them were very different from each other. They were all quite inquisitive and asked me questions about everything and laughed at my accent. Nat was right, they really find the English accent funny. One of them called Bob said “So, your new here?” I stopped looking at my nails and looked up at them all, they were all just staring at me, waiting for a reply. “Uhhh, yeah. I just moved from England so I could live with my older sister.” They all looked at me; one of them really caught my eye. He had long black hair, deep brown eyes and was really quiet. The bell went and every kid got up and raced out of the room. I got up too and looked at my timetable; I had French then lunch, math then world geography. What a crap day. I didn’t want to be here, I wasn’t really bothered with school. I just wanted my music intake then I would be fine. Nat tried to get me involved with different lessons as she’s a music teacher and she thinks it’s a perfect career for me.
I walked out of the music hall a thought about going home. Nat was working until around 5 so I could say I had been at school. I sat down on a bench in the school and saw the kid from music getting beaten by the twats that tripped me. They were punching him in the stomach and swearing at him. I got up and ran over to them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The guys looked at me and lead ringer walked over to me and whispered “What’s it to you?” He took some of my hair and began stroking it. He gripped my head and began kissing me hard; I could hear his friends jeering in the background. I tried to push him off but he was really strong, so I did what I condemned sensible. I kneed him in his crotch. He fell to the floor and grasped his crotch in agony. His friends looked at me then back down to their friend. They began walking away. I strolled over to the kid and picked him up; I put his arm around my shoulder and he limped towards the bathroom with me. When Nat showed me around the school a couple of weeks ago, she showed some bathrooms where no one goes because the principal hung himself there a couple years back apparently. I nudged the door open with my hip and laid the kid on the floor. He looked up at me and tried to lift himself up “No, you’ll only make the pain worse. Trust me, I should know.” He lay back down and sighed. He then looked at me closer, “You’re that girl Frank helped in music. Grace, right?” I nodded and sat down on the floor next to him. He put his hand to me and said “Gerard.” I shook his hand and smiled. “The Kid” had a name. “Good to meet you Gerard.” I said. He winced as he tried to move. “So, you’re from England huh?” I nodded and began biting my nails. “Cool, why did you move here?” I redirected my vision to look in his eyes “Long story. I don’t really want to go into it. Plus, I barely know you.” He considered the thought in his head and agreed with what I had said. “Did Jake hurt you at all?” He said. “No, he just gave me the worst kiss I’ve ever had. I hurt him more.” Gerard laughed and said “It looked pretty painful.” He sat up and winced slightly “Do you want a drink?” I stared at him. I was confused, did he have booze? He pulled his bag towards him and pulled out half a bottle of vodka. He took a swig and passed the bottle to me, I took a pretty big swig. So big that when I gave him the bottle back, he was throwing surprised faces at me. “What?!” I said. I just laughed and said “You certainly know how to handle your drink don’t you?” I looked at my feet and whispered “Well, if you’d been through what I have and seen what I’ve seen. You’d understand.” Gerard stood up and put the vodka back his bag and walked to the door of the bathroom. He turned around and put his hand out, “You coming?” I held onto his hand as he pulled me up and pulled out of the bathroom and eventually out of the school.