So, Lily wakes up in a strange place, Gerard a Frank have a little 'moment' and Mikey is angry as... READ AND FIND OUT.
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in a room I had never seen before.
It was biggish room, with a thick carpet and leather panelled walls.
The bed was made of a heavy wood, and the quilts were silk.
This was the house of a rich man.
Then my thoughts turned to last night.
I had a fair idea where I was now.
If I was wrong I was going to be pissed
If I was right, I was going to be over the freaking moon.
I looked down and saw I was in last night’s clothes.
I swung my legs over the bed and stood up, taking a step forward, and tripping on my bags, which had been put on the floor near the bed. The result of this was me ending up flat on my face and a loud thump which echoed round the house.
I cringed, and stood up, cursing my stupidity.
Then there was a knock on the door and the one and only Joey Jordison walked in.
So I was right about where I was.
“Umm... I heard a bang?” he said, looking at me strangely.
“Oh yeah, I fell over my bags” I said laughing nervously.
“Ahh... okay.” He said quietly and looked down.
He was really acting strange. I guess he just felt guilty about nearly killing me, and having a stanger in his house.
His head snapped up.
“Why am I in your bed?”
“Well, technically it’s not my bed, mines next door, you’re in the spare ro-“
“I gathered that,” I said rolling my eyes. “Why am I in your house?”
“Well, there are two reasons, firstly, you fell asleep in my car, and I hadn’t the heart to wake you. Secondly, do you really think I’m tight enough to leave someone on the streets, with no place to go?”
“Oh...Thanks then” I said, smiling. “But I think you have more important things to be doing than helping m-“
“OH JOOOOOOEEEEEEEEYYYYY!” came a sing-song voice from downstairs.
Joey slapped his hand to his face and muttered darkly under his breath.
Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs.
“In Here” Joey sighed.
The door flew open and the one and only Corey Taylor stood there beaming like an idiot.
“Ooh, Joey Jordison, you fucker! Who’s this lovely looking lady in your spare bedroom then?” He looked at me; his eyes slightly out of focus and Joey said what I was thinking.
“Corey, how the fuck can you be drunk at,” he checked his watch “ten in the morning?”
“Because I’m Corey fucking Taylor, and I can do what the fuck I want” Corey smiled proudly, puffing his chest out.
“Oh-kaaay.” Joey and I both said in unison.
“So, care to tell me who your friend is?” Corey asked
“I’m Lily...” I said, looking up at one of my favourite musicians of all time.
“Joey and Lily sittin’ in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g!” Corey sang.
Joey, in response pushed him out the door and slid the small bolt across.
“Sorry you had to see that.” He said looking at the ground.
“Forget it” I said quickly.
I sat on the bed and slid the battery into my sidekick, turning it on.
“Holy shitcakes” I whispered as I saw that I had twenty nine voicemail and over forty texts.
All from Gerard, Frank, Ray and even a few from Johnny.
Joey read my expression and sat next to me peering at the screen of my phone.
He looked at me quizzically before asking what was up.
I told him the whole story, breaking down in tears when I got to my mom dying.
He folded his arms around me, and when I was done, took me into the kitchen for a drink.
I slammed the cab door shut, and stormed up towards the bus.
How dare Gerard do that to Mikey! He was his brother for crying out loud!
I tore the bus door open and strode inside, over to Gerard’s bunk, where he’d been living the past day.
I tore back the curtain and saw him crying into his pillow.
I pulled him out of the bunk by his hoodie, and slammed him up against the bathroom door, where he was gibbering with shock.
“Wha- Frank, pu-put me d-d-down”
I pulled him off the door and slammed him into it again, letting go this time, so he slid down and hit the ground.
He curled up in fear, his hands over his head.
“Why did you do it Gerard?” I screamed like a madman.
“Do what?” he whimpered, tears cascading down that beautiful face of his.
“You launched an unprecedented attack on Mikey! He told me what happened!” I yelled.
I looked at Gerard on the floor. I remembered my crush on him, but that had faded with time. I still thought he was gorge though. Especially now, he looked so young. Young and confused.
“What? He hit me first! So I returned the favour, but I-I forgot about his stitches” he spoke slowly, genuinely confused.
I went soft when he started crying again.
I sat against the opposite wall in the narrow hall.
“Bu-But Mikey said-“
“I only hit him in retaliation.” Gerard said.
I knew it was the truth.
And then I started to cry.
I cried harder than I could ever remember.
Gerard crawled over to me, and wrapped his arms around me, all the fear of me gone now.
“Don’t cry Frankie” he said softly, wiping away a tear.
“I-I-I’m Sorry Gee, I sh-shouldn’t have grabbed you l-like that.” I said, bowing my head.
Gerard’s finger grasped my chin and tilted my head up.
“Frankie. Don’t be.”
Gerard’s eyes bore into mine and I took my opportunity.
I moved in an inch until my lips rested on his, moving them slowly. It was a relief when he kissed back. My tongue pushed against his lips and he opened them and soon, we were exploring each other’s mouths like never before. I mean sure, we’d kissed on stage, but that was kind of, an attention seeking thing. This was different. This was love, I was sure. I broke the kiss when my air supply ran out, and we smiled at each other.
Then, Gerard winked at me before sashaying out of the room in the campest manner, perhaps in a piss take of what’d just happened.
I just stared at the wall, grinning stupidly, shocked at my own daring.
It was Saturday, I was sure the damn nurses said I’d be out of here by then.
But they just walked past my room, ignoring me today.
Fuck it, I was getting out of here.
I pulled the drip from my arm, covering the pooling blood with a wad of tissue from the bedside table.
Then, I ripped off the hospital gown, and pulled on the black jeans from my hospital bag, as well as my beloved anthrax tee.
I was ready to leave.
I pulled open the door with my hospital bag slung over my shoulder.
As I passed the reception desk, a receptionist called me back
“Mr Way! You can’t just leave sir. You have to sign the dischar-“
I glared at the pretty receptionist, who shut right up.
Then I carried on marching out.
In the parking lot, there was a small queue of taxis waiting; I called one and dumped my stuff next to me on the back seat.
It wasn’t a long ride to the bus park.
When I got there, I made my way towards the bus.
I needed to speak to Lily.
And my darling brother of course, but Lily was my priority.
I opened the bus door