Rating: 12+ Main Characters: GW/MW/FI/RT/random ofc's and others. Summary: High school, G's Junior year, how to escape from reality, burn your pain and try to take them with you. Genre: drama/romance Chapter Index: Chapter One- page one Chapter two - page one Chapter three - page one Chapter four - page one chapter five - page two chapter six - page two chapter seven - page two Chapter eight - page three Chapter nine - page three Chapter ten - page three Chapter eleven - page three Chapter twelve - page four Chapter thirteen - page four Chapter fourteen - page four Chapter fifteen - page five Chapter sixteen - page five Chapter seventeen - page five Chapter eighteen - page six Chapter nineteen - page six Chapter twenty - page seven Chapter twenty one - page seven Chapter twenty two - page seven Chapter twenty three - page seven Chapter twenty four - page eight Chapter twenty five - page eight Chapter twenty six - page eight Chapter twenty seven - page nine Chapter twenty eight - page nine Chapter twenty nine - page nine Chapter thirty - page nine Chapter thirty one - page ten Chapter thirty two - page ten Chapter thirty three - page ten Chapter thirty four - page ten Chapter thirty five - page eleven Chapter thirty six - page eleven Chapter thirty seven - page eleven Chapter thirty eight - page eleven Chapter thirty nine - page twelve Chapter fourty - page twelve Chapter fourty one - page twelve Chapter fourty two - page thirteen Chapter fourty three - page thirteen Chapter fourty four - page fourteen Chapter fourty five - page fourteen Chapter fourty six - page fourteen Chapter fourty seven - page fifteen Chapter fourty eight - page fifteen Chapter fourty nine - page fifteen Chapter fifty - page sixteen Ch 1 - Take me on, I dare you It was a Monday morning, cold and damp. The kind of damp that permeates everything and gets into your lungs. Gerard slunk lower under his bedclothes, trying not to hear the clatter downstairs or his younger brother Mikey singing something incomprehensible in the shower. Cheerful git. What's to sing about on a shitty Monday morning anyway? Especially when you're just about to start your Junior year and everyone still hates you from being the biggest loser Sophmore in the history of Sophmores. "Gerard!" Hollered his mother up the stairs, "Get your lazy butt out of bed and come eat some breakfast!" He pulled the pillow over his head and his knees up to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut as he heard her thudding up the stairs. The pipes in the old house shuddered loudly as Mikey jammed off the shower and yanked the shower curtain open. Donna pulled open the door, bringing with her the aroma of coffee, toast and shampoo. Sighing, she pulled back the covers and gave Gerard a shove in the small of his back. "Get up," she repeated, "it can't be as bad as you think" "What would you know?" Muttered Gerard, scrabbling to get the covers back over himself, embarassed at his mother seeing him half naked. Donna snorted, "much more than you realise kiddo, now come eat something. Things are always better when you're not hungry" Grumbling to himself, Gerard dragged on some clothes and gave his hair a lick and a promise with a comb before stomping down the stairs. Mikey was already dressed and sitting at the table eating toast when he walked into the kitchen. Little jerk, thought Gerard, no-one's going to pick on him today, try to tip him in a dumpster or kick his feet out from under him. He grabbed a slice of toast, gulped a mouthfull of orange juice, grabbed his bag and set off for school, ignoring his mother's goodbyes and his brothers pleas to ride the bus with him. It was much quicker to take the bus, as the walk to school took almost and hour. But the discomfort of frozen extremities was far outweighed by the pain of bullying he'd be sure to cop on the bus. Stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets, Gerard bowed his head against the cold and trudged off towards school, willing the walk to never end. But eventually it did. And they were there waiting just outside the gate for him. Dean, Matt, Sean and Daniel, plus the usual crowd of hangers on spoiling for a hazing of the fat, unpopular kid. Dropping his schoolbag onto the sidewalk and kicking it out of the way, Gerard gave them his best cool glare, hands clenched tightly into fists to stop them shaking. "Go on," he shouted, trying to sound tougher than he felt "take a swing, I dare you!"