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<sup>It was hardly rare to see young Gerard with his Blue iPod in his hands, as he headbanged along to music. It was a scene very much seen in his new room with his Uncle. A scene at his old house, with those sickening parents of his. So not, it was not rare - but common. Music had been a huge part of his life from a young age. The stylings of My Chemical Romance or Aiden were those whom he favourited this very day. Many others followed behind that. Taking Back Sunday, Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon, The Medic Droid, Marilyn Manson. Only a few, but it explained his music taste. With just those few bands you could tell the music he adored.

Sitting there now, still an iPod in his hand, he traced the years he had enjoyed this genre. Many, many years now. Before his teenage years. Ten or Eleven. Perhaps Twelve. But still, it had been an early age for someone to like that type of music. Now he was seventeen and still a big fan. God, he was getting older and older. In a few years it would be his twenties. Next year was his eighteenth birthday, and he would still be school. That year - he became a man more-or-less. Wow. Eighteen, and Gerard still acted like a Two year old sometimes.

As a song finished, another began. Tears Don't Fall (they crash around me) by Bullet For My Valentine. Ger was actually wearing their Tee Shirt today, along with a pair of Red Skinny Jeans. Quite a handsome fella' to be honest, but to him he remained normal. Perhaps a little cute, but nothing more. He needn't be some handsome person, because he was fine how he was. Not perfect, but indeed fine. He smiled once more, as he crossed legs on the sofa, perhaps waiting for another.</sup>

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[emmawinters]

Emma Winters was strolling down the hall in her usual Muggle clothes: jeans and a snug tee, when she spotted Gerard sitting off to the side. Sitting down beside him, she glanced over his shoulder, "Watcha' listening to?" she asked.

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<sup>Someone joined him, but he was unaware for a while. It was when this 'stranger' looked over his shoulder that he realised whom it was. The young girl which he had seen on the train the day he had arrived - Emma Winters. A smile played against his lips, as he answered her question. "Bullet For My Valentine," he said seriously. "Tears Don't Fall."

Standing from his seat, he moved to the Computer, taking his ear-phones out - placing the iPod on the desk. Turning it out, and letting it load up, Gerard returned to look to Miss Winters. "Tell me, what brings you down here today?"</sup> Perhaps it was the same as him, to get away and relax. Or maybe she just felt like being here. Gerard wouldn't know, until she told him. Awaiting her answer, he returned to gaze at the computer. It had succesfully loaded itself up. He moved the mouse against the mouse-mat, clicking on MSN and signing himself in (appearing offline to start off). Sadly no one was actually Online, other than his dad -.- He didn't exacly want to speak to him, so remained the status as offline.

A shrug. He returned to sitting upon the sofa, with Emma.

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[emmawinters]

She shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I just miss being in a Muggle environment, that's how I grew up. And this," she gestured around the room. "...is the closest thing they have to it here." Emma glanced at his iPod. "My family never had very much money, so I was never able to get an iPod or MP3 and that stuff. Can you show me how it works?"

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^{Gerard felt 'sorry' for Emma. She'd grown up a muggle, and had nothing but this to remind her of it, as well as not being able to buy all the stuff that he had, had. "It's weird. I grew up in a Muggle World with Muggle Things, but I never felt happy. I guess it was because of the family I was cursed with having. My parents, siblings - i hate them."} He shivered at the thought. The closest family he had, and always would have, was his uncle/auntie and cousins. Gerard sighed softly.

"Of course." Picking the iPod up again, the Slytherin would show her how to work it. "To turn it on you press that bottom button." He indicated to the Play/Pause symbol. He clicked that certain button. The screem automaticly came up with the list of songs. "To scroll through the songs, you have to run your finger around the small circle-thing."

[/color] Ger shrugged. Doing it to show her. He clicked the middle button to select a song - Cute Without The 'E' (Taking Back Sunday). "... And that is how you select a song."[/color] He handed her the iPod.

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[emmawinters]

Her smile brightened. "Thanks!" she said. She placed one bud in her right ear and handed him the other. In just a few seconds, her feet were tapping and she was groovin with the music. She suddenly paused the music and turned to Gerard. "You shouldn't hate your family," she said seriously. "At least you have one..." she added.

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<sup>Gerard took the other ear-phone, placing it in his Left Ear. Emma was ga-roofy! She was going to be a good friend in the end, he just knew it. Watching her tap along to the music, adding her own extra groove, he couldn't help but giggle. Ger headbanged instead, just as he always did. Alot of the time the ear-phone thing came out, so he had to keep pressing it back in. That wasn't exactly the funnest thing to do, trust me. But he was having a fantastic time anyway. Nothing could spoil his mood. Until she spoke again.

She was wrong there. Ger should hate his family, what had they ever given him. "I should, trust me." Frowning, he stood from the couch (the iPod paused now). He folded his arms. "They never did anything for me. My whole life I was ignored as though I wasn't alive. To them, I was nothing. So yes, I should hate them. As far as I am concerned - they're dead to me."

What else could he say about them? He honestly had never cared for them, since they had never been there for him. He sighed, listening to the last part of Emma's sentence. "You don't have a family?"</sup> But hadn't she just said that her family couldn't afford anything. Confused? Much.

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[emmawinters]

"No..." she said slowly. "I have a family. It's just that," she paused. "...well, my dad died a few months ago and it's been really hard for me." She looked at Gerard. "I'm sorry for saying you shouldn't hate your family, I don't know anything about you." She tried to shrug it off and changed the song, but her groove was gone.

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<sup>Greaat. Now he felt like a jerk.

But seriously, how was he supposed to know her dad had died. Even so, he felt hurt that he had perhaps saddened her. "Awhh kiddo, i'm sorry. I feel such a jerk now,"</sup> he pouted. Stupid Gerard. He really should think before he opened his big mouth. Gahh. He wanted to crawl under a small rock and live there. Dammish him. Oh, he was a evil Slytherin sometimes - even though he didn't mean too.

Gerard shrugged. Yes, she didn't know anything about him and that wasn't her fault. They'd met only days ago (when they had arrived). "You want to know more about me?"

[/color] Ger heard the song change, but it didn't change the mood. He turned it off completely even so, taking the ear-plug out from his and her ears and then placing the iPod upon the table. "Ask any questions you want. It'll be a chance to know me more."[/color][/sup][/color][/font][/blockquote]

[emmawinters]

"No it's not your fault!" she said, placing her hand on his arm. "It's my fault for bringing it up. I still let it bother me more than it should sometimes and I shouldn't do that, I'm sorry."

She watched as Gerard placed his iPod on the table. "Any question? Erm...I dunno..." She smiled. "Just tell me anything."

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<sup>"It's not your fault either, kiddo." People should never blame themselves (unless you were gerard). He didn't like it when people did that. It made him feel sad and whatnot. Ger moved his arm from underneath her hand, brushing a hand through his wonderful Black Hair. He felt somewhat weird. He was no good at all this parent talk, since he'd never really had parents himself. Oh, they had been there - just not for him.

Okay. Enough of parents, they needed to get down to buisness. Stuff about him. "Okay right - I'm Seventeen from England. I have three siblings, but I hate them all. I live in Scotland with my uncle, auntie and cousins. Both of my cousins came here, but left again sadly." Mhhm, but what else could he say?</sup>

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[emmawinters]

Her eyes softened. "I'm sorry," she said. "Let's move to a better topic! What kind of socks are you wearing today?" Emma asked, her eyes shining.

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^{Gerard shrugged. "Nah, doesn't matter really. I'm alright."} Gerard was, and always would be, a strong character. The two things that had ever got him down had been Angel and Kelly. Losing Angel because of death, and Kelly because she had departed the school - he could safely admit it had more or less destroyed him inside. Both, he had loved (at different times). It seemed that whenever he fell for a girl his heart ended up breaking. Not on purpose, but it happened. Kelly was likely broken too. Gerard had left. Ger had hurt her - just as she had hurt him. But he didn't hate her. He loved her so much. Loved her like he had never loved another. They were going to marry when they were older. Funny how dreams were chucked out of the window.

The atmosphere he seemed to be living in changed again. Not sadness anymore, but happiness. Laughter. A smile played against his lips - he answered her question. "My socks today are Black and White striped. They have these adorable duuckies on. Cute really."

[/color] He did not reveal the socks to her, but would if she asked to see them. "And your socks, kiddo?"[/sup][/color][/font][/blockquote]

[emmawinters]

Her grin widened. "Nice choice," she said, and then pulled up her jeans to show him hers. "Easter egg knee sock, and turtle sock." She shrugged. "For some reason I can never bring myself to wear matched socks, it just bugs me. Besides, it's easier to just randomly pick any two socks instead of going through your entire drawer. What say you?"

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^{"Shmexay socks kiddo." They were indeed. Mixed socks <3 Even better, a bit like him sometimes. He rolled up his own jeans leg to reveal his suppurr awesome duckie socks. He luffed them lotts. "You like?" Gerard smirked, unrolling it, and sitting crossed-legged on the sofa. His arms folded slightly, but not in some angry way. "And I'm the same sometimes, love to have different socks on. I like to be different."}

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[emmawinters]

Emma laughed when she saw the ducky socks. "Totally!! And I hate how some people think different is always bad, it doesn't have to be. Example, your socks."

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^{Indeed, Emma was right there. "If people ever had a problem with my socks, I would become immensley angry at them. I would like eat them, I swear." Yes, Gerard was a angry kid a bit. But he hated people judging him sometimes. Or saying what he wore was wrong. Gahh Gawd! Turner sighed softly, rolling eyes at something. Perhaos himself, perhaps nother. But he most certainly wasn't rolling them at Emma :] Nuh Uh, she was way too cool for that.}

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[emmawinters]

Emma laughed. "Okay, let me just say one thing, well two actually. First of all, I think your socks rock and I would never say otherwise. I don't think that being shoved down someone's throat would be a very pleasant experience, no offense. And second, if you're ever mad, just warn me and I'll run out of the room before you have time to pick up your fork and knife."