Reopened Scars chapter one-running into a famous stranger

Reopened scars

Author’s note: yeah I know so like groupie/girlie/fan-fic story but honestly I don’t care. If you don’t like it you can go away I DON’T need FAKE points. Well enjoy.

Running into a famous stranger

Well things are not as terrific as they could be in my life. Oh where are my manners (probably still back in Arizona) my name is Timber. I know it’s a weird name but I love it. I gave it to myself. I hate my real name, Juliana. So please call me Timber. My parents finally gave up on calling me Juliana. So to get back at me they moved me to this hell hole. Well at least I got my music. I was in a band before I moved. I played lead guitar and vocals. So now what? I’m miserable in New Jersey. Well I’m called an emo/goth/punk. And I could careless. Well we moved because of me. Oh well I guess I can‘t run from what I am forever. I pull back my long midnight black hair in a hair band and pull the hood of my black jacket and continue to walk down the street listening to Greenday. All of a sudden I’m knocked to the ground.

“HEY! WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU’RE GOING!” I yell.

“sorry, here let me help you up.” he says as he offers me his hand.

“thanks. But just watch it.”

“how about I make it up to you how about some coffee?”

“sure. Got nothing better to do.”

“you’re not from around here are you?”

“no. but I‘ve been around.”

We finally get to Starbucks.

“so miss attitude what do you want?”

“my name is Timber, and I would like a latte I don’t care what kind.”

“okay one grade non-fat mocha latte.”

“thanks.”

“well miss timber. What were you listing to before I ran into you.”

“Greenday, St. jimmy.”

“I like that song. Well what else are you interested in?”

“well NOT New Jersey, music, coffee, and music.”

“well what’s your favorite band?

“Linkin Park or Papa Roach.”

“wow you are like the first girl who hasn’t said My Chemical Romance to me.”

“I hate groupies. And I know who you are Gerald.”

“oh careful I don’t want my secret to get out.”

“thanks for the coffee Gerald but I think I better get out of here before your fans trample me.”

“hey why don’t you swing by my band practice. It’s not far from here. And I’m sure the rest of guys would like to meet you.”

“why would they?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s not even the guys, maybe I don’t want to see you go.”

“Gerald.”

“don’t. you said yourself just a moment ago that you had nothing better to do.”

“fine. I guess I’ll go. You’re right what could it hurt.”

“cool.”

Well they go to practice. And they are rocking hard. As always. Well Gerald comes back in from practice all hyped up and sweaty.

“well what did you think.”

“I loved every minute of it. I was like you singing a song about my life.”

“I’m glad you liked it. What school do you go to.”

“oh um…what school is it again?…..oh p.s. 18.”

“why?”

“I just wanted to see if you would like to come hang out with us after school. here. You know. If you want to.”

“sounds like fun.”

“well meet me in the front of the school at 2:45.”

“okay.”

Just then her cell goes off and she walks out of the recording room. As she walks back in she hears the boys laughing.

“hey Gerald, guys. I’ve got to go. My parents want me home to help unpack.”

“okay do you need a lift?” asks Mikey.

“no thank you. I like just a few blocks from here.”

“are you sure. I mean it’s kind of cold out side.”

“no I’m fine.”

“well I’m going with you. See you later guys.”

“you don’t have to go with me I’ll be fine on my own. I know where I live.”

“so it gives me a reason to go walking and spend some more time with you.”

“fine whatever.”

They walk in silence the whole way there. They finally make it to her door step.

“well this is me.” says timber.

“well It’s cold. Can I come in and warm up a little?”

“sure. Hold on let me get my keys.”

“hello mom? Dad? I’m home.”

“oh hello honey. Have a nice walk?’

“yeah I kind of ran into someone. And we went and got Starbucks and I went to watch his band practice. That’s where I was when you called. And well he walked me home and well since It’s cold out I’m letting him come in and warm up a little before he heads back. He even goes to the same school as me.”

“well that’s nice dear all I ask is that you both grab a box and help out.”

“yes ma’am I sure will.” Gerald says.

“oh you must be the young man she has been talking about.”

“yes ma’am. I’m Gerald Way. Nice to meet you.”

“Gerald Way. As in My Chemical Romance Gerald Way?”

“the same.”

“well nice to meet you. Gerald and your welcome to come over anytime.”

“thank you ma’am.”

“well Gerald you can grab that box and follow me.”

“sure.”

“well this is it. This is my room.”

“wow it’s nice. It has a great view.”

“you think that’s great. Then you will love this. Follow me.”

She leads him out on the roof. There he looks out into the sunset over the rooftops.

“this is my favorite part of this place. I’ve been up here a couple of times. I’ve even slept out here once.”

“yeah I can tell look. There’s a hammock with a small throw blanket over there.”

“yep. Well do you want to go sit with me?”

“yeah.”

They sit out for a few minutes when timber’s mom comes up.

“ timber diner’s ready and Gerald you are welcome to join if you want.”

“oh that would be nice.”

“thanks mom.”

“hey timber do you want to go to the homecoming game with me?”

“yeah I had planned on going with Randi anyway her boyfriend Zach is playing. I’ve known Zach since I was 12. My aunt introduced him when I came up here for thanksgiving 5 years ago.”

“and I thought you were new.”

“no. I know my way around. I told you that I knew where I was going.”

“well are you going to the dance?”

“I don’t have a date.”

“do you have a dress.”

“yeah I had bought one before we moved.”

“well I would love to bring you. Will you go with me.”

“yeah.”

“great.”

“well let’s go eat. I’m starving.”