Misfits of a Lifetime.
Familiraties
The first day of my new college. As I adjusted the strap to my backpack on my shoulder, I continued my walk towards the university campus. Looking down at the concrete sidewalk of Newark, New Jersey, I put my hands in the pockets of my, not too tight, black jeans, keeping them warm from the autum cold that was coming up. It wasn't bad living in a place like Jersey. Everything was close, nothing too far to have to take the bus to get to, and you meet a lot of nice people. I happened to have met four other guys the beginning of summer when I first moved here.
Sitting just inside my garage of my new house, on a unopened cardboard box, I was strumming away at a tune I've been trying to get out of my head and onto some blank music sheets.
"Franklin Iero!" Mother said carrying a box of her fine China into the house, "Get up off your box and come inside and help us, now!"
I ignored her and she continued on, with her China, inside our new house.
"Damn," I uttered under my breath. Settling myself on the gravel part of the garage, I sat Indian style with my guitar on my lap continuing my strumming when a shadow loomed over my music sheets.
"Hey." The guy said.
Shielding my eyes from the bright afternoon sun, I looked up at the guy. "Hey. Do you live around here?"
Shaking his head 'no' he sat Indian style in front of me and said, "I live a couple blocks away from here. How long have you been playing?" He gestured toward my guitar.
Tapping the neck of my guitar, "I played since I was eleven years old." I was going to be a senior this upcoming fall.
"Awesome. I'm Gerard." He reached out his arm and I took his hand and shook it.
"Frank." I replied, a smile on my face appearing after the long trip from my old home town.
Gerard looked as normal as I could've seen him to be. His hair, black, messy, a bit dirty, hung a little bit above his shoulders, the brightest hazel eyes I've ever seen, besides myself and a bit on the chubby side, I didn't care nonetheless. He was also wearing a Misfits t-shirt and black pants with sneakers. After an hour talking with each other my father came around the corner of our street to our house and parked the car on the sidewalk near the driveway.
"Hey dad!" I waved at him as he was walking up.
"Hey Frank. Who's your friend?" He asked looking at Gerard and I.
"I'm Gerard." Gerard got up from the pavement and shook my dad's hand.
"Very nice to meet you. I would love to talk more but I need to get some unpaking to do. Why don't you go and have some fun, son?"
My eyes brightened. "Really?"
My father nodded. I squealed, giggling, as I got up, careful as to not hurt my guitar. "Thanks, dad!"
Gerard couldn't help but laugh his head off as my father went in the house.
"What's so funny?!" I said, slamming my guitar case shut.
"You! Do you really laugh like that?! I mean, come on!" He too started giggling like mad.
I gave him a playful punch on his upper arm. "Are we going to meet the rest of your friends or not?"
Gerard nodded. "Come on. Just follow me." Walking just a few steps behind him, we journeyed about fifteen minutes towards his house. Going through different shortcuts and trails we made it there in five minutes. He lived in a nice suburb house but I don't know what the inside of his home might look like yet.
"My room's down there, in the basement. Come on." Gerard walked towards the back of his house and went down a small flight of stairs. I followed after him.
"This is a weird place to have a bedroom." I said. Gerard told me to shut up as he opened the door to his room. Inside, there were three other guys playing video games on the somewhat messy floor.
"Hey, Gerard, did you get the chips we asked you to get from the 7 Eleven?" The kid with the light brown hair and black and white glasses asked.
"No, Mikey, I didn't," Gerard said, scratching the back of his head, "I kind of forgot."
Mikey and the rest of the guys groaned. "That's the last time we all asked you to get us something!" The afro'd tall guy exclaimed.
"God, sorry, guys! But I met someone! Here!" Gerard stepped aside and I was standing there looking down at the guys. "He's new here in town."
Mikey was first to say something, "What's your name?"
"Frank." My voice cracked a little and the guys laughed. I cleared my throat.
"I'm Mikey, Gerard's younger brother."
"I'm Ray. Nice to meet you, Frank."
"Sup. I'm Bob." I guess he was the quiet one in the group. With the short blonde hair and blue eyes, I thought he'd be the first to say something when I walked through that basement backdoor.
"Nice to meet all of you guys. And thanks for inviting me here."
"Well, you wouldn't even be here if Gerard didn't get side tracked!" Mikey threw a pillow at his older brother.
"Damn it, Mikey!" Soon, both of them got into a small wrestling match. The rest of the guys and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them rolling around the already messy floor. That was when I got to know my friends and joined their band they formed a few months earlier.
Now, starting over at a new place, and university, is going to be a bit strange. But with the guys around, I think I can go through it with flying colors.
Sitting just inside my garage of my new house, on a unopened cardboard box, I was strumming away at a tune I've been trying to get out of my head and onto some blank music sheets.
"Franklin Iero!" Mother said carrying a box of her fine China into the house, "Get up off your box and come inside and help us, now!"
I ignored her and she continued on, with her China, inside our new house.
"Damn," I uttered under my breath. Settling myself on the gravel part of the garage, I sat Indian style with my guitar on my lap continuing my strumming when a shadow loomed over my music sheets.
"Hey." The guy said.
Shielding my eyes from the bright afternoon sun, I looked up at the guy. "Hey. Do you live around here?"
Shaking his head 'no' he sat Indian style in front of me and said, "I live a couple blocks away from here. How long have you been playing?" He gestured toward my guitar.
Tapping the neck of my guitar, "I played since I was eleven years old." I was going to be a senior this upcoming fall.
"Awesome. I'm Gerard." He reached out his arm and I took his hand and shook it.
"Frank." I replied, a smile on my face appearing after the long trip from my old home town.
Gerard looked as normal as I could've seen him to be. His hair, black, messy, a bit dirty, hung a little bit above his shoulders, the brightest hazel eyes I've ever seen, besides myself and a bit on the chubby side, I didn't care nonetheless. He was also wearing a Misfits t-shirt and black pants with sneakers. After an hour talking with each other my father came around the corner of our street to our house and parked the car on the sidewalk near the driveway.
"Hey dad!" I waved at him as he was walking up.
"Hey Frank. Who's your friend?" He asked looking at Gerard and I.
"I'm Gerard." Gerard got up from the pavement and shook my dad's hand.
"Very nice to meet you. I would love to talk more but I need to get some unpaking to do. Why don't you go and have some fun, son?"
My eyes brightened. "Really?"
My father nodded. I squealed, giggling, as I got up, careful as to not hurt my guitar. "Thanks, dad!"
Gerard couldn't help but laugh his head off as my father went in the house.
"What's so funny?!" I said, slamming my guitar case shut.
"You! Do you really laugh like that?! I mean, come on!" He too started giggling like mad.
I gave him a playful punch on his upper arm. "Are we going to meet the rest of your friends or not?"
Gerard nodded. "Come on. Just follow me." Walking just a few steps behind him, we journeyed about fifteen minutes towards his house. Going through different shortcuts and trails we made it there in five minutes. He lived in a nice suburb house but I don't know what the inside of his home might look like yet.
"My room's down there, in the basement. Come on." Gerard walked towards the back of his house and went down a small flight of stairs. I followed after him.
"This is a weird place to have a bedroom." I said. Gerard told me to shut up as he opened the door to his room. Inside, there were three other guys playing video games on the somewhat messy floor.
"Hey, Gerard, did you get the chips we asked you to get from the 7 Eleven?" The kid with the light brown hair and black and white glasses asked.
"No, Mikey, I didn't," Gerard said, scratching the back of his head, "I kind of forgot."
Mikey and the rest of the guys groaned. "That's the last time we all asked you to get us something!" The afro'd tall guy exclaimed.
"God, sorry, guys! But I met someone! Here!" Gerard stepped aside and I was standing there looking down at the guys. "He's new here in town."
Mikey was first to say something, "What's your name?"
"Frank." My voice cracked a little and the guys laughed. I cleared my throat.
"I'm Mikey, Gerard's younger brother."
"I'm Ray. Nice to meet you, Frank."
"Sup. I'm Bob." I guess he was the quiet one in the group. With the short blonde hair and blue eyes, I thought he'd be the first to say something when I walked through that basement backdoor.
"Nice to meet all of you guys. And thanks for inviting me here."
"Well, you wouldn't even be here if Gerard didn't get side tracked!" Mikey threw a pillow at his older brother.
"Damn it, Mikey!" Soon, both of them got into a small wrestling match. The rest of the guys and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them rolling around the already messy floor. That was when I got to know my friends and joined their band they formed a few months earlier.
Now, starting over at a new place, and university, is going to be a bit strange. But with the guys around, I think I can go through it with flying colors.