Loud music, meeting (really) old friends and worrying about shite.
so hey guys! How're you?
Anyway, sorry for taking a while, as you can see (above) my brain will not shut up, it wants to think about things i dont want to think about.
sigh stupid motherfucking brain.
Sooooo that aside, i'm trying and think about will happen next, and I'm painting my room, so the next chapter might take a while, but I'll try and work on it!
I love you all :3 I seriously do -insert heart-
Even from the other end of the dimly lit street, you could hear the low thumping of the music being played. As me and Mikey approached the house where all the vampire from the surrounding area where, I could feel the change of atmosphere.
Entering the fairly large house, we were greeted by a tall, slender figure, dressed all in black, hair styled perfectly. Andy.
"Gerard! Mikey! I haven't seen you two fuckers in ages!" He nearly shouts, though his deep voice isn't very hard to hear.
"It's good to see you too, Andy." Mikey replayed, earning a quick hug from the dark figure. I gave the old friend a quick smile, still pissed about basically being forced into coming here.
"He's being an ass today, don't mind him." Mikey says, elbowing me in the side, then turning back to Andy, "Want to go get a drink?"
"Fuck yes." And they both left towards the kitchen. I decided to wander around for a while, trying to find Danny, the guy who invited us.
After a while of pushing through crowds of crazy vampires, I spot Danny standing by the counter in the kitchen, chugging down a huge glass of vodka, a group forming around him, cheering him on. It takes a lot of alcohol to make a vampire drunk, just like it takes a lot of drugs to make a vampire high.
I watch Danny finish off the glass, slamming it down on the counter, grinning like a fool. I shake my head and walk up to him, forcing a smile on my face. He turns and sees me just as I reach him,
"Gerard!" He greets, a smirk covering his face.
"Hey Danny. Haven't seen you for about a few decades now." Forcing my smile to grow. We talked for a while, until he brought up what I had been trying to steer the conversation away from.
"So I've been hearing rumours that you've got yourself a little boyfriend following you around." Danny says, smirking, "You mind inviting me to your little slaughter party when he finds out?"
I blink, "What?"
"You know what I mean! You get yourself a boyfriend, he finds out, you kill him and his family. And this time I want to be invited." Danny explains, a cheeky smirk invading his attractive face.
I couldn't breathe. If he found out Frank knew and didn't run, I don't know what he'd do.
"Hey Gee! Over here!" I spun my head round to see Mikey at the other side of the large kitchen with Andy and a few others.
I turned back to Danny, "Sorry, I gotta go." I say, jerking me thumb towards Mikey, "It was good to see you though." I smiled at Danny's nod, and made my way to my savour.
"Thank you!" I said as I reached Mikey, slinging my arm around his shoulders. "Thank you so so much!"
Mikey chuckled, "I thought you might have needed some help."
After another few hours of drinking with Mikey, Andy and some other guys, the party started to get wilder. The more drunken of the vampires left and cane back with human strippers, making them dance.
I took that as my cue to leave.
I stepped out into the cold, dark street, muttering to myself about how it should be warm. Though it was about 3am. I trudged through the night, worrying about Danny. I didn't know how he found out about Frank, though to think about it, I wasn't that secretive about him.
I sighed as I turned into the long ally that led to Salter Place. Glancing up a the moon, I stuffed my pale hands into my jacket pockets, feeling the frozen metal of my house keys.
Entering the warm house, I kicked off my shoes, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, not wanting Frank to taste the alcohol. 5 minutes later, I climbed into franks open window, smiling at the sight of his sleeping figure. I slid in gently next to him, trying not to wake him. Frank mumbled something I couldn't make out then curled up against me.
"What was that?" I whispered softly, wrapping my arms around his slim waist.
"I'm glad your back." He whispered, "Even if you weren't even gone that long." His forehead against my neck.
Gerard covered in paint for whom who R&R
You know you want to.
I also apologise about it being so fucking short. I'm not in the mood today.