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24.
My mind was foggy, my movements were slow and my whole body felt like it was tingling. Mikey was lying on the table in the kitchen giggling, Gerard was lying on the couch in front of the TV biting his hand, while I swayed between the two rooms dancing to the imaginary music. It was a week later from when I had looked after Gerard that night Mikey hadn't woken up, and I had done it again with Mikey's help a couple of times since then. It was a Saturday morning when a hung over Gerard stumbled into the room and dumped a bag of weed onto the table in front of Mikey and I. I, at first, objected as Mikey and Gerard began rolling joints for themselves, but eventually I caved and joined them. And now here we were, half a bag of joint and mysterious pills that Gerard shoved down our throats later. "Frankie stop it, yourrr scarrry-ing away my dustbunnies." Mikey stumbled across his words as he glared at me upside down. I just laughed hysterically and walked closer to Gerard hearing Mikey mumble behind me as I left. "There Mikey's friends."
"Tis Frankie." Gerard announced with his hand still in his mouth. I laughed and attempted to curtsey for him, nearly falling. "Careful Franks, don't wanna hurt that ass of yours." I laughed again, I don't think it mattered what anyone said, I was going to laugh at it anyway. "Like your laugh." He muttered and I grinned lazily and sat on the floor in front of him. "Like your smile too." I leant my head back on the couch and closed my eyes, seeing lights flashing behind my lids from the flicker of the TV, at least I think it was the TV, could have just been my imagination. "Like your mouth and your tongue." He said chuckling. "Nice, hot, wet tongue you have." I nodded as he spoke, as if we were discussing childhood memories. "And your ass, hmmm, love your ass." I looked over at him slowly, he was staring at the ceiling, arms in the air, moving his hands in different patterns. Just lying there, recalling what parts of my body he liked. "Hey Frankie?" He said laughing. "Do you remember that time I hid your toothbrush in my underwear?" I laughed too, even though at the time I was anything but amused. "Yeah I remember, and you made me stick my hand down your boxers to get it." I said, throwing my head back and laughing, I could barely breathe because of just how hard I was laughing. "That was funny." He said calming down slightly. "Yeah." I breathed trying to get my breath back. "Liked that too." He sighed.
I shakily got to my feet after a while and began searching the house for the midget, Terry, I saw stealing my donuts. "Terry!" I yelled as I stormed into the kitchen. "TERRY!" I screamed walking through to see Mikey had disappeared. "Frank!" I heard a voice say from below me. I looked down to see no one. "Terry? Where are you? And where are my donuts?" I asked in a voice that I thought sounded like the one my mother used on me when I was in trouble. "Frankie, down here." I heard from under the table. I bent down, clinging onto the table for support to see Mikey. "Oh, Mikey it's you, have you seen Terry?" I asked. He glared at me. "Frankie, you are talking way too loud and are scaring my friends." I nodded in understanding and began to whisper. "Oh, Mikey it's you, have you seen Terry?" Mikey turned his head to the left and then to the right before answering. "No, I am sorry Frank, I have not." I sighed. "Okay, well let me know if you do, he has stolen my donuts." I announced sadly. "I'm sorry man." He said.
I ventured upstairs to Mikey's room. He had clothes piled up in the corner of his room and CDs and comics spread out on his bed. There was a picture of him and Alicia on his table next to his bed from when they went to a carnival. I love carnivals. What the hell? I don't remember no carnival. "Why wasn't I invited Mikey?" I yelled down the stairs. "Cause the ceiling's waves are moving too quickly." I heard Gerard reply and I immediately felt better about the whole situation. I left Mikey's room, no longer remembering what I was looking for, but I kept going through the rooms anyway. The only two rooms I had ever been in upstairs was Mikey's and the bathroom. I found a room that had a computer and desk in it, I walked over to it and typed in my name on the keyboard, getting frustrated when the words wouldn't appear, I walked out. The other rooms up stairs were either empty or just spare bedrooms. They looked like they had never been used, which might be true since the Way parents had only ever been home once since I met the Way brothers. I walked into another empty room and sat directly in the middle of it cross legged. Deciding now would be the perfect time to indulge in some meditating.
I don't how long I sat there for, but when Mikey walked in, I had fallen asleep in a sitting position, my head dipped so that when I tried to look up at him I felt this massive pain in my neck. He laughed as I groaned and began to work my fingers into the tight muscles of my neck. "What were you doing?" He asked, hair poking out in ungodly directions. "Umm, meditating." I answered, my own head a little cloudy. "Why?" He asked. I looked at him and shrugged, I couldn't even remember walking up the stairs and into this room. He nodded. "I woke up under the table." I nodded. "Gerard?" I questioned. "Found him the bathtub." "Oh, right." I rubbed my face and stood up on my stiff, cramped legs. "So you still don't think you should talk to Gerard?" I asked. "Frank, teenagers do this shit all the time, relax." He said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Every now and then Gee lets loose and gets high, it's no big deal, I mean last year he was the school's fucking dealer, so this is nothing. Now, guess who's coming along with Gerard and I to a party?" He said raising his eyebrows up and down repetitively. "It better not fucking be me, I have the worst headache and I can barely move my neck." I said walking past him out of the room. "Oh come on Frankie, a couple of aspirins and one of Gerard's world famous massages will fix that right up, what do you say?" He asked following me. "Fine." I yelled as I descending the stairs. "But someone better fucking buy me donuts!"
Umm yeah, so this chapter was kind of pointless, basically it's just there to bring drugs into the equation for Gerard and how he's dealing with things, let me know what you think.
Rae.
24.
My mind was foggy, my movements were slow and my whole body felt like it was tingling. Mikey was lying on the table in the kitchen giggling, Gerard was lying on the couch in front of the TV biting his hand, while I swayed between the two rooms dancing to the imaginary music. It was a week later from when I had looked after Gerard that night Mikey hadn't woken up, and I had done it again with Mikey's help a couple of times since then. It was a Saturday morning when a hung over Gerard stumbled into the room and dumped a bag of weed onto the table in front of Mikey and I. I, at first, objected as Mikey and Gerard began rolling joints for themselves, but eventually I caved and joined them. And now here we were, half a bag of joint and mysterious pills that Gerard shoved down our throats later. "Frankie stop it, yourrr scarrry-ing away my dustbunnies." Mikey stumbled across his words as he glared at me upside down. I just laughed hysterically and walked closer to Gerard hearing Mikey mumble behind me as I left. "There Mikey's friends."
"Tis Frankie." Gerard announced with his hand still in his mouth. I laughed and attempted to curtsey for him, nearly falling. "Careful Franks, don't wanna hurt that ass of yours." I laughed again, I don't think it mattered what anyone said, I was going to laugh at it anyway. "Like your laugh." He muttered and I grinned lazily and sat on the floor in front of him. "Like your smile too." I leant my head back on the couch and closed my eyes, seeing lights flashing behind my lids from the flicker of the TV, at least I think it was the TV, could have just been my imagination. "Like your mouth and your tongue." He said chuckling. "Nice, hot, wet tongue you have." I nodded as he spoke, as if we were discussing childhood memories. "And your ass, hmmm, love your ass." I looked over at him slowly, he was staring at the ceiling, arms in the air, moving his hands in different patterns. Just lying there, recalling what parts of my body he liked. "Hey Frankie?" He said laughing. "Do you remember that time I hid your toothbrush in my underwear?" I laughed too, even though at the time I was anything but amused. "Yeah I remember, and you made me stick my hand down your boxers to get it." I said, throwing my head back and laughing, I could barely breathe because of just how hard I was laughing. "That was funny." He said calming down slightly. "Yeah." I breathed trying to get my breath back. "Liked that too." He sighed.
I shakily got to my feet after a while and began searching the house for the midget, Terry, I saw stealing my donuts. "Terry!" I yelled as I stormed into the kitchen. "TERRY!" I screamed walking through to see Mikey had disappeared. "Frank!" I heard a voice say from below me. I looked down to see no one. "Terry? Where are you? And where are my donuts?" I asked in a voice that I thought sounded like the one my mother used on me when I was in trouble. "Frankie, down here." I heard from under the table. I bent down, clinging onto the table for support to see Mikey. "Oh, Mikey it's you, have you seen Terry?" I asked. He glared at me. "Frankie, you are talking way too loud and are scaring my friends." I nodded in understanding and began to whisper. "Oh, Mikey it's you, have you seen Terry?" Mikey turned his head to the left and then to the right before answering. "No, I am sorry Frank, I have not." I sighed. "Okay, well let me know if you do, he has stolen my donuts." I announced sadly. "I'm sorry man." He said.
I ventured upstairs to Mikey's room. He had clothes piled up in the corner of his room and CDs and comics spread out on his bed. There was a picture of him and Alicia on his table next to his bed from when they went to a carnival. I love carnivals. What the hell? I don't remember no carnival. "Why wasn't I invited Mikey?" I yelled down the stairs. "Cause the ceiling's waves are moving too quickly." I heard Gerard reply and I immediately felt better about the whole situation. I left Mikey's room, no longer remembering what I was looking for, but I kept going through the rooms anyway. The only two rooms I had ever been in upstairs was Mikey's and the bathroom. I found a room that had a computer and desk in it, I walked over to it and typed in my name on the keyboard, getting frustrated when the words wouldn't appear, I walked out. The other rooms up stairs were either empty or just spare bedrooms. They looked like they had never been used, which might be true since the Way parents had only ever been home once since I met the Way brothers. I walked into another empty room and sat directly in the middle of it cross legged. Deciding now would be the perfect time to indulge in some meditating.
I don't how long I sat there for, but when Mikey walked in, I had fallen asleep in a sitting position, my head dipped so that when I tried to look up at him I felt this massive pain in my neck. He laughed as I groaned and began to work my fingers into the tight muscles of my neck. "What were you doing?" He asked, hair poking out in ungodly directions. "Umm, meditating." I answered, my own head a little cloudy. "Why?" He asked. I looked at him and shrugged, I couldn't even remember walking up the stairs and into this room. He nodded. "I woke up under the table." I nodded. "Gerard?" I questioned. "Found him the bathtub." "Oh, right." I rubbed my face and stood up on my stiff, cramped legs. "So you still don't think you should talk to Gerard?" I asked. "Frank, teenagers do this shit all the time, relax." He said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Every now and then Gee lets loose and gets high, it's no big deal, I mean last year he was the school's fucking dealer, so this is nothing. Now, guess who's coming along with Gerard and I to a party?" He said raising his eyebrows up and down repetitively. "It better not fucking be me, I have the worst headache and I can barely move my neck." I said walking past him out of the room. "Oh come on Frankie, a couple of aspirins and one of Gerard's world famous massages will fix that right up, what do you say?" He asked following me. "Fine." I yelled as I descending the stairs. "But someone better fucking buy me donuts!"
Umm yeah, so this chapter was kind of pointless, basically it's just there to bring drugs into the equation for Gerard and how he's dealing with things, let me know what you think.
Rae.
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