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Chapter One.
Gerard's pov

"Mikey, stop fucking around and get your ass down here!"

I strummed my fingers impatiently on my arm, waiting for my little brother to emerge from the bathroom so we could go to school. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go to school, but it's the first day of the academic year and we're already late for the bus.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he screeched at me, thundering his way down the stairs to meet me at the front door.

"You ready now?"

"Yea-oh no wait, I forgot mom..."

I watched him dive into the kitchen to hug our mother before we finally left two minutes later.

We just made the bus. It arrived less than a minute after we got to the bus stop. I ushered Mikey on before me and took a seat next to him towards the back. Yes, I sit next to my brother on the bus. I'm not exactly the most popular kid in school...

"See, we weren't even late!" he muttered to me.

"We would've been if you'd spent another second deciding on an outfit! What takes you so long anyway? You wear the same thing every day!"

"I do not!"
"Do too."
"Do not!"
"Do too."
"I do not!"
"Do-look Mikey, as fun as this conversation is, let's drop it okay?"

We sat in silence for a few moments before Mikey folded his arms and shuffled around in his seat.

"You started it," he mumbled, staring out the window.

"Oh, that's real mature, Mikes."

"I hate you."

"Good."

There was the end of our conversation for the remainder of the bus journey. Fortunately, it was only a short trip and we both stood up quicker than was necessary to get off the bus.

"I'll meet you out here after school, okay?" I told Mikey's back as he walked away from me.

"Whatever," he muttered quietly, heading off to find his friends.

I huffed and began the short walk up the front steps into school. Nothing even remotely interesting happened to me all morning, unless you count me falling asleep during English. Twice.

I made my way to the cafeteria at lunch, on my own as usual. Mikey and me always brought food from home due to the school's hot food being pretty damn dreadful. The only reason I go to the cafeteria is to go straight through it and out the other side into the courtyard where I always ate my lunch. Alone. No one else ever ate out here and I guess I kind of considered it my spot now. It was only a small area that led down to the playing field, but it was kind of secluded, hence the attraction.

I sat down on the stone floor and unravelled my sandwiches from their plastic, making a point of pulling out the lettuce leaves as I did. It was then that I realised I wasn't alone.

There was a boy sat against the wall to the cafeteria, already munching on his lunch and invading my private space.

"This is my spot, kid," I told him firmly, leaving no room for argument.

I didn't even bother looking at him, they usually just run away when I shout at them anyway. This kid didn't even move though. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, wondering why he wasn't leaving.

"Didn't you hear me?" I queried him, still not so much as having bitten into my sandwich yet.

"I heard you," he replied and I looked over at him out of curiosity. No one ever answers back.

This boy was looking back at me from underneath his dark side fringe. "So what?" he asked, not making any attempt to remove himself from my sight.

"So...this is my spot."

"I didn't know these paving slabs were assigned," he shot back at me before continuing with his lunch.

"I always sit here."

"Yeah? Well how the hell should I know? I only got here today."

He was new? No wonder I didn't remember him. "Well now you do know. So go."

"I was here first."

"Christ you sound like my little brother. Just fuck off will you!"

He frowned at me and immediately started packing away his lunch things.

"Who made you the school jerk?" he quipped, standing up to fling his bag over his shoulder. I just sat there waiting for him to leave so I could finally eat.

He walked down the steps in front of me and sat down on the playing field to unpack his lunch again.

I'll admit, I felt slightly guilty.

Description
Chapter One.
Gerard's pov

"Mikey, stop fucking around and get your ass down here!"

I strummed my fingers impatiently on my arm, waiting for my little brother to emerge from the bathroom so we could go to school. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go to school, but it's the first day of the academic year and we're already late for the bus.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he screeched at me, thundering his way down the stairs to meet me at the front door.

"You ready now?"

"Yea-oh no wait, I forgot mom..."

I watched him dive into the kitchen to hug our mother before we finally left two minutes later.

We just made the bus. It arrived less than a minute after we got to the bus stop. I ushered Mikey on before me and took a seat next to him towards the back. Yes, I sit next to my brother on the bus. I'm not exactly the most popular kid in school...

"See, we weren't even late!" he muttered to me.

"We would've been if you'd spent another second deciding on an outfit! What takes you so long anyway? You wear the same thing every day!"

"I do not!"
"Do too."
"Do not!"
"Do too."
"I do not!"
"Do-look Mikey, as fun as this conversation is, let's drop it okay?"

We sat in silence for a few moments before Mikey folded his arms and shuffled around in his seat.

"You started it," he mumbled, staring out the window.

"Oh, that's real mature, Mikes."

"I hate you."

"Good."

There was the end of our conversation for the remainder of the bus journey. Fortunately, it was only a short trip and we both stood up quicker than was necessary to get off the bus.

"I'll meet you out here after school, okay?" I told Mikey's back as he walked away from me.

"Whatever," he muttered quietly, heading off to find his friends.

I huffed and began the short walk up the front steps into school. Nothing even remotely interesting happened to me all morning, unless you count me falling asleep during English. Twice.

I made my way to the cafeteria at lunch, on my own as usual. Mikey and me always brought food from home due to the school's hot food being pretty damn dreadful. The only reason I go to the cafeteria is to go straight through it and out the other side into the courtyard where I always ate my lunch. Alone. No one else ever ate out here and I guess I kind of considered it my spot now. It was only a small area that led down to the playing field, but it was kind of secluded, hence the attraction.

I sat down on the stone floor and unravelled my sandwiches from their plastic, making a point of pulling out the lettuce leaves as I did. It was then that I realised I wasn't alone.

There was a boy sat against the wall to the cafeteria, already munching on his lunch and invading my private space.

"This is my spot, kid," I told him firmly, leaving no room for argument.

I didn't even bother looking at him, they usually just run away when I shout at them anyway. This kid didn't even move though. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, wondering why he wasn't leaving.

"Didn't you hear me?" I queried him, still not so much as having bitten into my sandwich yet.

"I heard you," he replied and I looked over at him out of curiosity. No one ever answers back.

This boy was looking back at me from underneath his dark side fringe. "So what?" he asked, not making any attempt to remove himself from my sight.

"So...this is my spot."

"I didn't know these paving slabs were assigned," he shot back at me before continuing with his lunch.

"I always sit here."

"Yeah? Well how the hell should I know? I only got here today."

He was new? No wonder I didn't remember him. "Well now you do know. So go."

"I was here first."

"Christ you sound like my little brother. Just fuck off will you!"

He frowned at me and immediately started packing away his lunch things.

"Who made you the school jerk?" he quipped, standing up to fling his bag over his shoulder. I just sat there waiting for him to leave so I could finally eat.

He walked down the steps in front of me and sat down on the playing field to unpack his lunch again.

I'll admit, I felt slightly guilty.