GEEKART

[xxiloveryanandbrendonxx]

I know ive started too many fanfics and not finished any of them *yet*, but im gonna try hard on this one, cause i think it could come out interesting.

-Chapter title: Kart
-Chapter summary: Kart was a dangerous looking thing, but also very pretty.
-Characters: Kassandra Analissa Rose-Tyler, Gerard Way, Scott Hensley, Mr. Bender


Note: *cough* Also please excuse all of the mistakes, this was written kinda late at night, and i used a strange font on word. So without further ado, the first chapter of Geekart!




I only have one best friend. Her name is Kassie Analissa Rose-Tyler. To every one who knows her as a friend, she is Kart. Everyone else, she is Kassie. When I call her that, it feels as if im giving her a pet name. I am certainly not. She calls me Gee, and sometimes I wonder if it feels the same vice versa.
Kart is the nicest person ive ever known, in an odd way. For example, people would occasionally stick kick me signs, or loser signs, or IM EMO! Signs on my back, and yet Kart would say nothing even when she saw it happen. That only offended me on the first day, because it was before lunch.
We sat together of course, and I watched her scoop up a spoonful of peas, pull the top of it back and the peas go flying. They landed all over Scott Hensley. When I asked her why she did that, she said that was who stuck the sign on my back. Amazing, she had the nerve to do it, and the funny thing is she never ever was caught. It was special to me, that she would risk getting detention just to get back at someone, especially when that person had done nothing to her. Especially when I had only known her for two weeks.
It happened 4 times in those two weeks, and the second time, she “accidently” spilled soup all down Kara Torres’s shirt. And then the third time, she picked apart a piece of bread and threw it at a boy I did not recognize. That was the funniest to see. He would touch the top of his head, or brush his shoulder off and there would be a piece of bread there every time.
The first day of school when I saw kart, I was a little afraid of her, I admit. She was a dangerous looking thing. But also very pretty.
She had dark blonde hair she kept tied back, and she wore a dark red tank top Japanese or Chinese symbols on the from, then with skinny jeans and converse tennis shoes purposely covered in graffiti designs.
But that wasn’t scary.
The scar on her arm was what scared me. It was those scars you only get from something dangerous. It was about 2 centimeters wide, and ran from her elbow, all the way down her forearm. It looked like a bear had gotten a hold of her or something. She also had a vicious expression. When I had been put next to her in Science, I was sitting up straight as a rod. She looked at me, and the malice in her face disappeared. The corners of her mouth turned up. I didn’t relax though.
“Hi.” I remembered her saying. Her voice was rough, but soft enough to sound friendly.
“Hi.” I had said back. She didn’t say anything more, but again before lunch, in homeroom, I sat by her. She didn’t tell me to move, or moved herself, or glare at me. She had the vicious expression, but when she saw me, she smiled again.
“Hi, again.” I had laughed, and tried to introduce myself properly. I prayed she wouldn’t think I had a stupid name, because most people did sadly. She beat me there.
“So, what’s your name, stranger?”
“Gerard Way. And yours?” She looked at me puzzled for a second. “Is that you real name?”
Here it comes.
“Yeah.” I mumbled.
“That’s a cool name, ive never heard it before.” I had looked back at her.
“Thanks. Still waiting for your name here.”
“Oh, right,” She smiled and chuckled a little. “Im Kassandra Analissa Rose-Tyler.”
“Wow.” Was all I could think of to say.
She smirked. “You can call me Kart, or Kassie, though. My name’s kinda a mouthful.”
I laughed this time. “Why do you have two last names though?”
“I don’t. Rose-Tyler is just one.”
“So…”
“So.” Kart repeated. I snapped back to reality when Mr. Bender whipped a yardstick on my desk.
“Way!” He snapped. “Pay attention!”
“Sorry Mr. Bender.”
I was disappointed and felt a little mad that Kart wasn’t in the cafeteria already. It most likely wasn’t her fault, and I knew it wasn’t her priority, but I she was funny, and a good friend, and my total source of happiness at the hell called highschool.
So with the greatest displeasure I sat alone, at an empty table. I felt someone walk by briskly and stick a sign on my back, but I left it there. I realized it was Scott Hensley again. I thought he’d wouldn’t have done it again. But then I remembered Kart wasn’t here today.
Not to far away, I heard a male scream, and a familiar female voice that made my heart flutter.
“Im so sorry!” Kart said apologetically. When I turned to look back, all of kart’s food was spilled down Scott’s white shirt.
“You stupid idiot!” Scott was screaming.
“Im sorry, I didn’t—“ Mr. Bender walked over and glared at Scott then kart.
“What is the meaning of all of this?!”
“That stupid little ch—“
“Mr. Hensley!” Mr. Bender scolded. “You need to be more respectful of your peers. Im sure it was an accident, right Mrs. Rose-Tyler?”
Kart nodded. “Im really sorry Scott.”
Scott glared at her.
“Mr. Hensley, this is your third offense. I think you can spend the rest of your lunch in detention.”
I choked down all of my amusement and the good feeling that if he did it again, he would just get more food spilled on him.
Kart walked over me where I was sitting, spotting me once she looked up. She sat across from me, in the chair I had thrown my book bag in with hopes she might show up. She put it in the seat next to her.
“Sup Gerard?” I leaned into her.
“I think that’s your best work yet.”
“Thanks, that was the most fun, too.”
“Why weren’t you here earlier?”
“Missed the bus and couldn’t find my tennis shoes.” Kart shrugged casually.


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Both of us were sitting on Kart’s bed, playing Grand Theft Auto.
“No, Gee, get the yellow car!”
“I don’t see a yellow car, but I see the police.”
“Where?”
“Look over by that purple hotel.”
She squealed and threw her character into the nearest car and floored it away.
An hour passed, with us only completing one mission.
“You getting bored?” She looked over at me, and I put my controller down in front of me.
“A little.”
“Yeah, me, too,” her facial expression got a little indifferent for a second, but then her features lit up. “I got it! Lets play DDR.”
“DDR? Isn’t that like dungeons and dragons or something?” She laughed.
“No, it’s a dancing game.” Kart threw herself off her bed and inched under. I felt a little bewildered for a second, so instead I toyed with the game controller and looked around.
This was the second time I’d been to Kart’s house, and id never noticed what her room looked like. Everything was decorated in Zen Japanese-y theme. The bed cover had a bamboo pattern, and she had uncountable bamboo plants sitting around. She had two Chinese fighting fish, which she told me their names were Inuyasha and Sesshomaru when I asked.
It didn’t look like it belonged to a fifteen year old girl, more a thirty year old couple.
Kart was back out from under the bed with a mat that was easily as wide as both of us side-by-side and about the length of my leg plus a couple inches. It had arrows and words on it, along with the playstation controller symbols. She headed over to the playstation, took out grand theft auto and put in a game I’d never seen.
“So you’ve seriously never played DDR?” She was asking, chewing on her tongue.
“Nope, ive never even heard of it. It doesn’t require freestyle, does it? Im damn horrible at that.”
Kart shook her head. “No,” She looked like she was considering something for a second. “But you’ve been to the skate rink, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well you know that game that’s in the back, you know the one where you take your skates of and its got that thing were you step on the arrows?”
“That’s what this is? Oh, god, im TERRIBLE at it.”
“Its not that hard, it just takes a bit of practice,” She offered. I simply shrugged back.

[xxiloveryanandbrendonxx]

The second chapter of Geekart.

Note: Again, written late at night. So please excuse the mistakes, but i dont think theres anything real big in there.

-Title: I thought I didn’t like DDR? Oh, well I need to check again. As long as I don’t have to go down there.
-Chapter summary: When I tried to breathe, something choked me, and I could see nothing but dirt and fiddler crabs.




Never again, never again, will I ever play DDR. Ever. I mean it. Impatience, aggravation, and a terrible attitude is apparently something you’ve gotta leave behind when you play DDR.
But I left behind the memories, too, burying them somewhere so they couldn’t get out.
“Hey, you know that movie that came out with the vampires and something about cats? I thought we might could go see that this weekend.”
“I can’t.” Kart frowned. “I promised my friend I would spend the night with her this weekend after the dance.”
I frowned, too. “Oh, well maybe next weekend then.”
Her eyes softened. Crap, I think she’d looked at that like a guilt trip.
“We could go on Sunday, cause im not doing anything then. Is that cool?”
“Yeah, that’s cool.”

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The first day had passed quickly, but she had given me no time that she would be leaving her friends house. So I walked down to the pier by Broome’s.
“hey!” I heard someone say. I didn’t turn around as it was traditional to do, because the sound was way to far away for them to be behind me. Instead, I looked up. There was another pier on the other side of the oversized lake, which was a little more than a large swimming-pool distance. What I saw was three girls, who looked about my age, maybe older by a year or so.
The first I saw was tall, tall enough to easily be a basketball player. She had long black hair, and despite it was the middle of the day, she had on what looked like pajamas. She was holding a crab trap, too.
The second had medium length blonde hair, and she was also wearing pajamas, but she had on ones that looked more like something to wear out. She had a book in her hand.
The third was sitting on the wood, with a dumb expression. She had ugly, scraggly boy cut hair, and was also wearing pajamas. She was eating something that was about a foot long and blue.
And I recognized none of them.
“What’s your name?” The tall one asked.
I just stared back at them. I wasn’t completely sure I’d never seen them before, because the blonde and the one with the boy haircut seemed so familiar.
The blonde laughed and covered her face with the open book. Maybe the giggly-girl appearance was a façade of some sort. Like, maybe they were, oh, I don’t know, sleezy girls or something like that. That’s right, I have no imagination when Kart isn’t here. See, I told you.
But she yelled the question again. The blonde suddenly squealed.
“Gerard?” She asked. Her voice was low, strained and scratchy. Never heard it before, like I said. But she was trotting across a broken pier that led to me. Excellent balance. She looked a little like Kart from here. She continued hopping her way across the broken boards.
I bit my lip. She may be a stranger, but I would really hate to see her fall into that nasty water.
One board creaked beneath her, so she grabbed the wooden pole, and a familiar expression crossed her face. She was Kart.
“Kart!” I said cheerfully.
“Um, Gerard, could you help me? That board is rotten, and if I step on it, im gonna fall through.”
She climbed up the short wooden pole and sat on top of it.
“I don’t see…” I wished I could find a way to get her down, but the rest of the boards were rotten, and the last one she had reached was too far away to jump to.
“Hmm…I wonder if I could—AHHHH!”
Kart crouched on the pole and tried to jump to the next one. Unfortunately, it was just out of her step, and with a ear-piercing scream, her whole body plunged into the murky water. The human eye could only see about a foot down, and it was clearly very deep, cause Kart had not swam up yet.
I couldn’t think, instead, I jumped in after her. When I tried to breathe, something choked me, and I could see nothing but fiddler crabs. I searched frantically. The water was just a little over my head, and soon I heard some choking sounds coming from not far away. So I swam in that direction.
Kart’s ankle was stuck in the mud, submerged at least a foot and half deep. I really couldn’t breathe now, but instead I tugged at her ankle. She was making an effort, too. Her arms and the other leg whipped and thrashed frantically in the terrible trap. The fug water was suffocating us both, and when I was about to just drown with Kart, my final tug released her ankle and left her red flip flop pinned in the mud.
I thrashed frantically. It was as If it was the water’s idée fixe that we needed to die here, and I desperately wished for idyll times.
When I could finally breathe, I climbed onto the pier and out of the squalid water. Kart was not to far away, choking and sputtering everywhere. I spit a bunch of it out of my mouth, and the surprisingly large quantity of drops ricocheted off the rubber edge on the wooden walkway and made little disappearing circles in the water.
“Are you two okay?” Morgan asked, the one with the boy hair cut asked. I recognized her now, from the times I saw her at Kart’s house.
“Im fine, Kart, are you alright?” I crawled to my knees and sat on them.
She spit out some more water but told me she was fine.
“Thanks, Gerard, seriously, I would have drown.”
“No problem. What happened, though? How did you get stuck that deep?”
“I fell straight down and my ankle jammed in.” She rubbed it. I could imagine it would hurt.
The girl who’s name I still did not know nudged Kassie with her elbow and a sly expression. .
“I know, I know.” She mumbled, sounding guilty. I raised an eyebrow.
Morgan poked the other girl, and she widened her eyes and looked at her incredulously, but Morgan’s mocking expression didn’t change. So she sighed.
“Hi, im Dakota.” She said finally.
“Hi Dakota, im Gerard.”
“I know,” She giggled. “Kart talks about you a lot.”
I saved Kart the embarrassment from looking at her, but out of my peripheral vision I saw her face redden, her eyes widen, and that same vicious look. I could see that scar on her arm, and it looked way menacing coupling with her expression. I couldn’t believe her friend would say that. I’d bet you Dakota would get it later on, but I wondered how fair the fight would be. Dakota wasn’t small and wimpy.
But still, I couldn’t help looking at her once. She was looking at me, and immediately dropped her eyes and suddenly the wood was very interesting to her. So she talked about me a lot, eh?
Morgan was leaning against the pole, holding a book over her mouth and giggles were spilling out at an outrageous rate.
Wow, this was awkward.