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Confused
1 ReviewsDonna leaves for work, Gerard's Confused
Whoot! I'm back!!!! haha, you're not getting rid of me that easily! Anyways, here's my chapter. I'm also doing another Fan-Fic called Pansy, if any of you care to read it...
Donna's P.O.V
As usual, i woke up a bit before my alarm. normally i would get up and get redy, turniong of the alarm, this morning i wanted Gerard to hear it. I looked at the clock, thirty seconds...
The opening guitar sequence to No Giving Up by Crossfade came out of my phone. It was so loud, you could hear it through the whole house. I was prepared for it, but Gerard wasn't.
"Holy mother fucker!" Gerard cried out as soon as the music started. He sat up immediatly, shocked awake.
"Told you that you wouldn't sleep through my alarm." I said brightly with a grin.
"Scared the shit out of me," Gerard muttered as he got got off my bed. "How can you livce with that every morning?"
"My body's used to it and wakes me up before it was a chance to go off." I explained.
"Figures." Gerard walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, probably so that i would get dressed. I noticed that once again, he was only wearing boxers.
I pulled on a pair of tracksuit pants, a t-shirt because it wasn't going to be a very cool day, and my work overalls. I pulled my hair back into a pony tale and slipped an extra hairband around my wrist incase i needed it for later. After wiping the sleep out of my eyes, i walked out of my bedroom and found that Gerard was standing next to my door, waiting. He still only had his boxers on.
I walked into the kitchen, Gerard following me. I popped a couple of pieces of toast into the toaster for later and brought out a container of home-made musili.
"D'ya want anything Gerard?" I asked, nat wanting to be rude.
"Nah, I'm fine. I'll eat later." He replied. I shrugged and proceeded to making my breakfast. Gerard sat an watched. I was a bit self concious eating in front of him, but then i got over it.
When I was done and was making a snack for work, Gerard broke the silece.
"So, um, what's your job?" Gerard asked.
"I'm a first year apprentice electicion." I said automatically. "And in time off, I work at the Tuckerbag." I hated it there at the shop, but it meant extra money and discounted groceries.
"Do you want to be an electricion then?" Gerard asked, then automatically went red. It was a stupid question and we both knew it. But I knew that he was only trying to strike up a convosation.
I shrugged. "It's not a bad job, although I would rather be a writer. Stories are my... I dunno... Escape, I guess. It's something I've done since I was little. No one really encouraged me, it was just that I loved reading and imagining up new world. But an author doesn't get paid that much unless their a journalist or script writer or something, and that's not my style." I explained. I had written quiet a few stories, well started a few. i usually gave up halfway through because of my low self esteem and thinking that they were shit. Worlds left uncompleted...
"Well, I wanted to be a comic writer, and work for Cartoon Network." Gerard said. "I was doing art school and everything, but after the 7/11..." Gerard trailed off for a moment, staring into space. I nodded, knowing the next part.
"Then you got the band together and stuff. Yeah." I said with a sigh.
"Yeah."
"Fucking hell guys! It's only just six A-fuckin'-M in the morning!"
Frank dragged himself into the kitchen. I don't even think you could call it half-awake, it was almost as if he was sleep walking.
"First you're music goes off loud enough to wake Pluto's core, then you start thumping about in the kitchen, and now you're talking really loudly! Donna, I know it's your house, but a fucking rock star is trying to get his sleep!"
"Shut up princess. Like you said, it's Donna's house." Gerard said, glaring at the dozy Frank.
"Sorry Frank. I'm not used to having to be quiet. It's been ages since I had to share a house and I'm getting ready for work." I appologised, wrapping up a salad sandwhich.
Frank started to wake up a bit now. "No, I should be sorry. Sleepy Frankie speaking here, don't mind me." He said, plopping down into the stool next to Gerard.
"Okay, I'll remember that." I said, placing my lunch and a book (Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll) into my green luchbox, which looked like a big, plastic tool box.
"Now," I said after turning back to the boys. "I'm not gonna be back until four-thirty or so this arvo. My number is on the fridge." I motioned to the white applience in the corner. "Eat whatever you want in the kitchen, I don't care. Do whatever you want, drive around town, whatevs. There's a key hanging by the front door, so don't forget to grab it before going out. Err, I think that's it. I'll be going now." I walked over to Frank and pulled him into a hug, then I walked over to Gerard and hugged him too.
"Be safe." He whispered in my ear.
"Don't eat all of my Milo." I whispered back. We both giggled. Then I picked up my box and walked towards the front door.
"See you guys later." I called out, closing the door behind me. I walked to the side of the house, picking up my scuffed bag full of tools and carried it to my car. I sat in the drivers seat, chucked the bag into the passenger side, started up the car and drove out to the mine, feeling like I should still be back with Gerard and Frank.
Frank's P.O.V
Gerard stood at the window and watched as Donna's car drove down the street, turned left and disappeared from view. He slupped his shoulders and walked back to me.
"Frank?" He asked me.
"Yeah?"
"How long will it be until 4:30?"
"All day. Look, it's kinda early, so I'm going back to sleep."
I turned and started to walk back into the spare bedroom. I don't think that Gerard wanted me to go, but I really was tired. I had to wake up early to get to the airport and I can't sleep on planes, I don't know why though. And I went to bed early so I could get some extra sleep, but that didn't happen. I was kept awake for ages by my brain, thinking about how Ray, Mikey and Bob was. I would have to call Mikey a bit later on to tell him where we are.
But right now, sleep is what I need. I crawled under the sheets and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I felt something land on the bed. I opened one eye, and saw that Gerard was sitting on the edge at the foot of the bed.
"Gee," I said, "what's up?"
"Have you ever felt like when someone you care about leaves, they've taken a part of you, of that a part of you has died and can't come back until they return again?" Gerard askes, turning to me. His face was sad. I sighed.
"Gerard, I know that you're in love with her, but what's going to happen when we go back to Jersey?" I asked.
"I don't want to go back... I mean... arrr! I don't know." Gerard said, sounding confused. "I don't know what to do. I know that my place is in Jersey and that all my family is there and I can't just leave them. But I feel like I can't leave Donna behind, but everything she knows and loves is down here. Even her job. I don't know what to do!" Gerard throws his arms up in the air and falls back onto the bed. I sit up and turn to face him.
"Okay, so your confused. But you know that ou can't stay in Australia for too long. You'll be deported, or you'll have to become an Australian citizen, and then you won't be able to come back to America to live without heaps of hassle and shit. Jersey is home, the band is home, your art is home." I said firmly as Gerard twisted over and buiried his face into the pillow.
"But I feel like home is with Donna too." He moaned as he lifted his head out of the pillow for a moment, before letting it fall again.
I knew that this was hard for Gerard. We were in a mess. I can't just leave Gerard here but I cannot abandon everything I know for him. Well, I could but.... God, now he's got me confused too!
I grab Gerard's shoulders and pull him up off the pillow, looking him in the eye.
"Gerard, it'll be okay, well pull through this and sort everything out in time, okay?" I pulled Gerard into a hug. "You know that I will alway help you." I murmered.
"I know. And I owe you so much for this." Gerard replied.
Donna's P.O.V
As usual, i woke up a bit before my alarm. normally i would get up and get redy, turniong of the alarm, this morning i wanted Gerard to hear it. I looked at the clock, thirty seconds...
The opening guitar sequence to No Giving Up by Crossfade came out of my phone. It was so loud, you could hear it through the whole house. I was prepared for it, but Gerard wasn't.
"Holy mother fucker!" Gerard cried out as soon as the music started. He sat up immediatly, shocked awake.
"Told you that you wouldn't sleep through my alarm." I said brightly with a grin.
"Scared the shit out of me," Gerard muttered as he got got off my bed. "How can you livce with that every morning?"
"My body's used to it and wakes me up before it was a chance to go off." I explained.
"Figures." Gerard walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, probably so that i would get dressed. I noticed that once again, he was only wearing boxers.
I pulled on a pair of tracksuit pants, a t-shirt because it wasn't going to be a very cool day, and my work overalls. I pulled my hair back into a pony tale and slipped an extra hairband around my wrist incase i needed it for later. After wiping the sleep out of my eyes, i walked out of my bedroom and found that Gerard was standing next to my door, waiting. He still only had his boxers on.
I walked into the kitchen, Gerard following me. I popped a couple of pieces of toast into the toaster for later and brought out a container of home-made musili.
"D'ya want anything Gerard?" I asked, nat wanting to be rude.
"Nah, I'm fine. I'll eat later." He replied. I shrugged and proceeded to making my breakfast. Gerard sat an watched. I was a bit self concious eating in front of him, but then i got over it.
When I was done and was making a snack for work, Gerard broke the silece.
"So, um, what's your job?" Gerard asked.
"I'm a first year apprentice electicion." I said automatically. "And in time off, I work at the Tuckerbag." I hated it there at the shop, but it meant extra money and discounted groceries.
"Do you want to be an electricion then?" Gerard asked, then automatically went red. It was a stupid question and we both knew it. But I knew that he was only trying to strike up a convosation.
I shrugged. "It's not a bad job, although I would rather be a writer. Stories are my... I dunno... Escape, I guess. It's something I've done since I was little. No one really encouraged me, it was just that I loved reading and imagining up new world. But an author doesn't get paid that much unless their a journalist or script writer or something, and that's not my style." I explained. I had written quiet a few stories, well started a few. i usually gave up halfway through because of my low self esteem and thinking that they were shit. Worlds left uncompleted...
"Well, I wanted to be a comic writer, and work for Cartoon Network." Gerard said. "I was doing art school and everything, but after the 7/11..." Gerard trailed off for a moment, staring into space. I nodded, knowing the next part.
"Then you got the band together and stuff. Yeah." I said with a sigh.
"Yeah."
"Fucking hell guys! It's only just six A-fuckin'-M in the morning!"
Frank dragged himself into the kitchen. I don't even think you could call it half-awake, it was almost as if he was sleep walking.
"First you're music goes off loud enough to wake Pluto's core, then you start thumping about in the kitchen, and now you're talking really loudly! Donna, I know it's your house, but a fucking rock star is trying to get his sleep!"
"Shut up princess. Like you said, it's Donna's house." Gerard said, glaring at the dozy Frank.
"Sorry Frank. I'm not used to having to be quiet. It's been ages since I had to share a house and I'm getting ready for work." I appologised, wrapping up a salad sandwhich.
Frank started to wake up a bit now. "No, I should be sorry. Sleepy Frankie speaking here, don't mind me." He said, plopping down into the stool next to Gerard.
"Okay, I'll remember that." I said, placing my lunch and a book (Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll) into my green luchbox, which looked like a big, plastic tool box.
"Now," I said after turning back to the boys. "I'm not gonna be back until four-thirty or so this arvo. My number is on the fridge." I motioned to the white applience in the corner. "Eat whatever you want in the kitchen, I don't care. Do whatever you want, drive around town, whatevs. There's a key hanging by the front door, so don't forget to grab it before going out. Err, I think that's it. I'll be going now." I walked over to Frank and pulled him into a hug, then I walked over to Gerard and hugged him too.
"Be safe." He whispered in my ear.
"Don't eat all of my Milo." I whispered back. We both giggled. Then I picked up my box and walked towards the front door.
"See you guys later." I called out, closing the door behind me. I walked to the side of the house, picking up my scuffed bag full of tools and carried it to my car. I sat in the drivers seat, chucked the bag into the passenger side, started up the car and drove out to the mine, feeling like I should still be back with Gerard and Frank.
Frank's P.O.V
Gerard stood at the window and watched as Donna's car drove down the street, turned left and disappeared from view. He slupped his shoulders and walked back to me.
"Frank?" He asked me.
"Yeah?"
"How long will it be until 4:30?"
"All day. Look, it's kinda early, so I'm going back to sleep."
I turned and started to walk back into the spare bedroom. I don't think that Gerard wanted me to go, but I really was tired. I had to wake up early to get to the airport and I can't sleep on planes, I don't know why though. And I went to bed early so I could get some extra sleep, but that didn't happen. I was kept awake for ages by my brain, thinking about how Ray, Mikey and Bob was. I would have to call Mikey a bit later on to tell him where we are.
But right now, sleep is what I need. I crawled under the sheets and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I felt something land on the bed. I opened one eye, and saw that Gerard was sitting on the edge at the foot of the bed.
"Gee," I said, "what's up?"
"Have you ever felt like when someone you care about leaves, they've taken a part of you, of that a part of you has died and can't come back until they return again?" Gerard askes, turning to me. His face was sad. I sighed.
"Gerard, I know that you're in love with her, but what's going to happen when we go back to Jersey?" I asked.
"I don't want to go back... I mean... arrr! I don't know." Gerard said, sounding confused. "I don't know what to do. I know that my place is in Jersey and that all my family is there and I can't just leave them. But I feel like I can't leave Donna behind, but everything she knows and loves is down here. Even her job. I don't know what to do!" Gerard throws his arms up in the air and falls back onto the bed. I sit up and turn to face him.
"Okay, so your confused. But you know that ou can't stay in Australia for too long. You'll be deported, or you'll have to become an Australian citizen, and then you won't be able to come back to America to live without heaps of hassle and shit. Jersey is home, the band is home, your art is home." I said firmly as Gerard twisted over and buiried his face into the pillow.
"But I feel like home is with Donna too." He moaned as he lifted his head out of the pillow for a moment, before letting it fall again.
I knew that this was hard for Gerard. We were in a mess. I can't just leave Gerard here but I cannot abandon everything I know for him. Well, I could but.... God, now he's got me confused too!
I grab Gerard's shoulders and pull him up off the pillow, looking him in the eye.
"Gerard, it'll be okay, well pull through this and sort everything out in time, okay?" I pulled Gerard into a hug. "You know that I will alway help you." I murmered.
"I know. And I owe you so much for this." Gerard replied.
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