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One.

New Jersey.
Well, it wasn't really that different from home. The clear sky hung high overhead as the white speck that was the sun beamed down, illuminating the tiny beads of water on the waves as they crashed onto the Jersey shore. The sound of traffic roared from the highways leading directly to nearby cities, and in the distance I could just make out the faint outline of New York.

I brushed the fine sand off of a bench and sat down, the sea breeze blowing in my face and making me squint to look at anything. I took the textbooks from my bag and threw them onto the seat next to me, instead choosing to dig deeper for my latest read. It's not like I had to actually work. After all, it was a school 'trip'. I'd just study afterwards. Then write up something. I'd manage it somehow.

I prised open the book with my fingers, finding my place and tracing the words as I read, my blue eyes darting form side to side as I immersed myself in the pages. I was just turning the page when my vision became obscured by something very, very orange. Immediately afterwards, it struck me on the head, knocking my book out of my hands as I jumped up in shock.

The object was sitting on the sand in front of the bench; it was a neon orange frisbee, with black marker pen scrawled on it. I rubbed my head and squinted at it. Property of Mikey Way.
However, just as the name had registered in my mind the frisbee was picked up and in front of me was a boy with fairly long black hair and huge green eyes, looking down at me apologetically with a shy smile. But before I could brush off the whole thing, There was a scream and another boy dived at him, knocking him to the ground and laughing. I stared at the two of them sprawling on the floor and, looking up, I saw another four silhouettes making their way up the sand to join us.

The two boys straightened up and the shorter one thrust out his hand.
"Hi!" He said happily, "My name's Frank and the jackass with the frisbee is Gerard."
I shook the boy's hand with a somewhat creeped out smile. They both looked about my age if not slightly older. Frank was sporting black hair the same shade as Gerard's, but with a more defined fringe and much shorter. His eyes were wide and hazel, with a strange glint in them. I smirked and waved at Gerard, who looked down at the ground with a smile and shuffled his feet the sand, kicking it over his black converses.

"What's you name?" Frank asked, distracting me from watching the seemingly shy Gerard and focus my attention on him instead.
"Elena," I replied. He grinned again.
"You wanna hang out with us?" He said, waving a hand at the other people, who had now assembled behind Frank watching me with vague interest.
"Err..." I looked back at the pile of threatening geography textbooks sitting on the bench, "Sure, okay."

"Awesome," Said Frank, and beckoned for me to follow him down back to the bay, dragging Gerard along with him.

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Ooo.
Another "original character" story,, aye??
Oooo.
How old are they,, exactly??
If they haff a frisbe... =S
Morrreess??
THUNDERCROTCH,, AWAAYYYY.

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxoxox <33333333

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Two.

Gerard's POV.

I raced backwards across the sand, my hands outstretched as Frank grinned, both of us following the frisbees great arc through the clear blue sky. My heart raced as it drew closer and, leaping up, I grabbed it out of the air and laughed triumphantly.
"You ready Frank?" I yelled back. He threw a hand into the air, ready, and I threw the frisbee back, chasing it to see the results. Despite Frank's efforts, it sailed over his head and landed neatly behind him. He pouted and turned around to collect it.

"Bad luck, sweetie," I smirked, patting him on the head, the gel spiking the back coming away on my hand, which I promptly wiped on his sleeve. He looked up at me and grinned.
"Go long!" He yelled, and, covering his eyes with one hand, threw the frisbee. It sailed away into the distance, back up the beach. Rolling my eyes at him, I tore after it as fast as I could manage...
"Oh shit..." I whispered, suddenly spotting a girl with long, straight brown and blonde hair sitting on a bench, directly in the path of the oncoming frisbee. I opened my mouth to yell at her, but before I could warn her, it collided with her forehead. She dropped her book in shock, raising a hand to her temple, and I rushed up, kneeling slightly to be level with her.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry..." I began to say, but trailed off when she looked up at me, her hand still clasped firmly to her head. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks as a smile formed on my lips, her blue eyes looking inquisitively into my green ones. But before I got the chance to complete my sentence and apologize, I heard a familiar voice and Frank collided into me, tackling me clean onto the ground, withering on top of me as he attempted to wrestle me for the frisbee.

Way to ruin a moment Frank.
I released my grip on the frisbee and Frank snatched it off me with a laugh, then straightened up, helping me to me feet and handing the frisbee back. We both looked at the girl, but before I could say anything Frank got in there first.
"Hi! My name's Frank and the jackass with the frisbee is Gerard." He grinned, and she smiled and shook his hand.

Then, her eyes moved to me. I instantly dropped my gaze to the floor and shuffled a little, feeling awkward with her big blue eyes fixed on me instead of Frank.
"Hey Gerard," She smiled with a wave. I smiled shyly, cursing myself for being so shy. Why couldn't I ever have confidence. Ever.

I listened as Frank continued to talk to the girl.
"What's your name?" He asked. She told us it was Elena. Just like my grandma... I love that name. Elena. It just flows off my tongue. Elena, Elena, Elennaaaa...
"You wanna hang with us?" Frank asked, beckoning towards me and our friends, who had come up the beach already without me realising. She looked uncomfortably at her schoolbooks, all piled up on the seat next to her, her face thoughtful as though she was considering the proposal very, very hard.

"Sure, okay." She smiled finally, looking at Frank and then me. Frank grinned back and helped her up, brushing her back in a way that made me come close to choking with jealousy and gesturing at Mikey to escort her down. Standing up, Elena wasn't much taller than Frank, probably around the same as me, even. Her long hair fell around her chest in slight ringlets, and the rest of it was straight, with its blonde streaks illuminating her pale face. She walked past me and Mikey introduced himself, Frank grabbing my wrist and dragging me down the sand in their wake as the sun continued to set in the distance.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Trim...
Once again,, how old are they if they haff frisbees?? XD
Ooer,, I know what youre picture means now =P
Just one thing.
It's always the blondes...
That would be so twisted.
Same name as his grandma.
OHSHITSHITSHIT.
PLEEEASE no twisted corpse grandma rape =[
Mores...?

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxoxox <333333

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Yeah, always the blondes, well it would be sorta boring and cliché if they all had black hair so... besides, Elena is mostly brown haired, just with blonde lumps in it =]

And for the record:
Elena est 15.
Frank est 15.
Gerard est 18.
Ray est 18.
Mikey est 16.
Matt est 19.

Three.

"So tell us a little bit about yourself," Frank suggested. We were all sat in a slightly off circle, him lying on his back on the cool sand looking up at me with a smile. On my other side sat Gerard, looking out at the horizon with an unreadable expression, his green eyes occasionally darting whenever something interesting happened in the conversation.
The others were talking amongst themselves, and I was now on loose name terms with all of them except the two furthest from us, who were deeply talking and looked to be a couple. Ray, the one with the ginger afro, and Mikey, the nerdier one with the glasses, were both watching me with vague interest.

I looked up at the sky for a moment in false thought and Frank giggled.
"Well erm, I'm from Chicago." I said after a few moments. I didn't really know what I should or shouldn't say to these people - they were strangers after all, and I should have been back with the rest of my class by now; not gallivanting off with people I didn't know.
"Chicago is a weird place," Ray grinned, shaking his head as he laughed, "I went there for a gig once. There was some messed up band playing and their bassist flew off the stage and cracked me in the head with his bass."

"It's not just me that does it then!" Frank grinned and Ray shot him a look of momentary venom. The others laughed.
"Do you play bass?" I interrupted. Frank smirked and shook his head, looking over at Mikey.
"Nah, I play guitar, he plays bass."
I looked over at Mikey who greeted my attention with a slight smile.
"We're in a band," He said happily.
"Really?"
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Gerard was now paying close attention to the conversation. I tried to catch his eye but he was still glued to the sea, hypnotised by it somehow. I just smiled and turned back to Ray, who was grinning broadly.

"Yeah, it's me, I play guitar... Frank and Mikey, Gerard, and muscle man here." He said, and gestured at the older boy next to him, who was indeed a rather bulky guy in a cap and shirtless, his arm round the shoulder of a girl with long ginger hair.
"Hey, I'm Matt, this is Kelly," The boy announced and released his girlfriend temporarily to lean across the circle and shake my hand. I smiled and introduced myself.

"Oh fuck! We're meanna be practising!" Frank exclaimed suddenly. I spun to look at him; he was sitting bolt upright, his eyes wide and darting to look at his friends, "The gig! Tomorrow!"
"FUCK!" Screamed Ray, and jumped up, running off up the sand. Seeing them all get up reminded me of the simple concept that I was on a school trip and had to be getting back to Chicago at some point.

We reached the top of the beach and I had picked up my books, ready to leave, when I felt a cool hand on my wrist. I looked up into Gerard's face.
"I'm sorry to ask, but do you mind coming to watch us practise?" He whispered. I looked at the ground and then at my watch.
"I'd love to, Gerard, it's just... I'm on a school trip... I need to be getting back to my class before they start looking for me."

"Don't you want to stay?" He urged. I paused, looking up into his pale face, his green eyes shining a yellow-gold from the setting sun in the distance, just vanishing beneath the ocean. I wanted to stay... more than anything... something about this place told me I belonged here, something about these people told me that they were friends of mine, old friends that I hadn't seen in a while, even though we'd never met... New Jersey felt like... home.

But Chicago was home... I had to get back, I had a shitload of coursework to hand in, my teacher would kill me, my parents would...
Well. It's not like they would even care.

"I guess I can stay... a bit longer..." I whispered, and a smile played on Gerard's lips and, still holding me tightly by the wrist as though fearful I might escape, we ran to catch up with the group.

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Awwwwwwww.
Its love at first sight for Elena.
Sweet.
Haha,, matt,, muscle man??
Last time I checked it was Grace and Bob... =P
So,, mores...?

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxoxox <33333333

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Four.

I don't think the preview works any more... fuck you, my internet.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Argh!!
But Yazz wants fanfic!!
She wants fanfic,, I sayyyy!!
=[

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxox <3333333

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Four.

Gerard's POV

"This ones called, errmm... what's it called?"
"Errr..." Frank stuttered, his sweaty face going blank, "that's supposed to be your department, Gee!"
I shrugged and swung the microphone round again, searching my mind for an interesting name.
Nothing came. I caught the microphone absent-mindedly and looked to Matt for my cue.
"Err, well this one hasn't got a name I suppose... whatever, c'mon!"
Matt smacked his drumsticks together and I pulled the microphone closer to my mouth, gently closing my eyes.

'Without a sound I took her down, and dressed in red and blue I squeezed...'

Loosing myself in the music like I always did, I opened my eyes again as we approached the chorus, watching Frank thrash around, his guitar swinging wildly around his neck as he skilfully avoided colliding with Ray as he powered away, his hair violently shaking like a tree would in a hurricane. I fought the temptation to smile and jumped up in the air, once, twice, using all the energy being in a band gave me.

I looked out to today’s small audience seated here and there in Frank's basement. Elena was sat on the couch between to Kelly and Mikey's girl, Lily. Her blue eyes were following me as I moved around the 'stage' - a couple of mattresses with the springs pulled out and holes and rips that we had to dodge carefully around to avoid getting stuck in it - and I suddenly became self-conscious of myself. I calmed down a little, the heat in my face beginning to rise once more as I desperately waited for her to look away. I can perform to anybody, anyone, without the slightest fear... but she was just... I... it was uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.

I cursed myself for suggesting adding the extended outro last week.
Once Ray had strummed the last chord, I threw my microphone down and sat on Frank's amp, watching him wander over to Elena and throw himself onto her lap. She laughed and let him sit there. Dammit Gerard, you jealous bitch.

I felt Mikey pat my on the shoulder but I didn't really take notice - I just walked away, towards the mini-fridge. One thing to know about Frank is that he likes food, and he can be so horribly lazy at times. I wrenched open the door, squinting against the florescent light inside, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, downing half of it in a matter of seconds. I tossed it to Matt, and waited for the alcohol to take effect, just like always. I was used to it.

"Hey, Gerard!" Frank called, "I have just had, like, the best idea ever!"
"What..." I said slowly, walking even slower towards him and sitting down on the floor in front of him. It doesn't take much to get me drunk.

"I think Elena should stay with one of us!"
"What?" I said, noticing that Elena had said it almost simultaneously.
I looked up at her.
She looked down at me.
I wonder...

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Ooer.
Frank seems to be a greedy git =P
Wanting food ANDDD Elena.
He's playing them both,, Allie...

Yoo know when yoo said it's not the best yoo ever wrote??
Well thats LIES.
Lieslieslieslieslies.
I've been waiting for this for ages.
I WANT MORE DAMMIT.
Yazz is a jeleous bitch now...
She needs the writing skills of the Allie =]

MUCH LOVE!

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxoxox <33333333
PS: 11 days. So excited.