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Hey guys, sorry for the long delays, I suck when it comes to that kind of thing. Here's the next chapter hope you like...
25.
It didn't take me long to regret coming to the party. Mikey and Gerard had disappeared as soon as we arrived, leaving me with Ray and Bob. Five beers later Bob and I were still standing in the same spot, watching Ray chug beer through a funnel in the centre of a crowd. If I had of been in a better mood I would have found it amusing, but I just couldn't bring myself to laugh as half of it poured down his shirt. Eventually I just excused myself for a cigarette break, finding a spot alone in the backyard to basically feel sorry for myself. I had a splitting headache that I was hoping the nicotine would erase as it poisoned my system. I was leant against the fence rubbing my temples when I was bumped into. I looked up to see a girl in my class named Melanie. "Sorry about that." She said slow enough for me to hear the slight slur in her voice. I never really payed attention to this girl, but it didn't stop us from getting into a huge debate about which food is better, muffins or donuts. I was clearly on the donuts side. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a pale face with dark hair, I didn't need to look any closer to know it was Gerard. I could spot him anywhere. I glanced over to see he was with the drama kid Travis again, Travis' arm loosely draped around his neck. I stared at his ugly tanned hand, wishing for the ability to make things burst into flames with my eyes. I pulled my eyes away from Travis and flicked them over to a face that will always make my stomach twist no matter what, to see that Gerard was also looking at me too. His face was blank, so I couldn't read him. It was only then that I noticed Melanie's face coming closer to mine. In my head all I could think was, 'No, that is so weird and gross and just no.' But knowing Gerard was watching, I kept my face still. When her lips reached mine, I let her hold my face so she could keep steady. As she began to kiss me, I wasn't surprised but was annoyed that her lips were nothing compared to Gerard's as they moved against my own. It's so typical that my first kisses would be with the world's hottest kisser, now all I have to look forward to are disappointments.
I broke away soon after that, moving as quickly as possible to throw her drunken mind off guard so she couldn't chase after me. I peeked over to where Gerard had been standing only to find that both he and Travis were missing. Feeling even worse than I did before I headed back inside, the youngest Way finally making an appearance as I spotted him at the top of the stairs blocking Travis and Gerard from going up. It took ten seconds for me to register that Mikey wasn't letting them upstairs and upstairs is where the bedrooms are, and then to work out what Gerard's intentions were. I quickly turned around bumping into Bob who was standing behind me. Seeing my flushed face and watery eyes and then looking up at the situation above, told him everything. "Don't worry Frankie, that is not happening." And he immediately passed me and headed their way.
The best way to fix any problem when your already drunk at a party, is to get more drunk, or at least that was my solution. By the time I ran into Mikey, I was missing my shirt and was winning the game of limbo that had been playing out in the living room. Mikey from there escorted me out of the house where Gerard was waiting propped up against the mailbox giggling to himself. "There you are fucker." He said laughing as we came up beside them. "Your highness." I replied hitting him on the back of the head, hard. "Owww." He drawled out in a slur. "Dick." He commented to the back of my head. "FAG!" I yelled at him walking backwards to see his face. "Like you can talk, I clearly remember somebody herrre, asking me to fuck them." Now that was below the belt, that was private. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this while you guys are drunk and you know, when I'm like, right here." Mikey suggested to us while we continued to stare each other down, while still walking. "Shut up you fucking whore." I snapped back low and harsh. "Fuck off." He said looking away. 'Whore' always seemed to hit a nerve. "If they hadn't stopped you, you would have fucked him." I spat at him. Hoping he could feel the venom dripping from my words like poison. "Why do you care Frankie? Still want a bit?" He said quickening his pace so he was getting closer to me as we walked. "Please? No one was something everyone else has already had." I said, stopping so he could walk straight up to me. "You motherfuck.." Before Gerard could finish Mikey jumped in between. "That is it, Gerard, you stand on my right, Frankie, on my left. No communication what so ever is to pass between you two. No names, no gestures, no glances, no nothing." Gerard and I, still intoxicated, nodded at Mikey, intimidated by the authority we could hear in his voice. We walked the rest of the way in silence, the only thought passing through my mind was after all that, I still hadn't been given any donuts.
Sunday passed by uneventfully consisting of one big fucking hangover, causing Monday to come too soon. I was walking to class by myself, too tired to really function properly, when a kid I barely know runs at me shouting my name. "Fuck, one of you will do, quick, come on." He runs off on me, expecting me to follow, which I do reluctantly. I slowly jogged behind him, fantasizing about my bed and how warm and comfy it is, but my thoughts quickly disappear and I feel myself become more alert as I see what I was needed for. There's blood on Gerard's face, I can't tell where it's coming from as he's standing behind Jason with his knife to his throat. Jason's friends are standing around them, some holding various parts of their bodies, looking helpless. I look at Gerard again, studying his face, his whispering something to Jason through clenched teeth, and I can only imagine how frightening it must be. We are still a fair distance away, so we pick up pace. "They jumped him all at the same time, they were waiting to get him alone, and he just went nuts." The boy pants out of breath. As soon as we're close enough I yell his name. "Gerard!" I say his name firmly, letting him know I'm not fucking around. He looks away from Jason and let's his eyes focus on me. He blinks a few times, as if he is seeing me for the first time in years. "Gerard." I say again. "Come here." Without even glancing back at Jason, Gerard removes his knife from his throat and starts towards me. I watch Jason as he scrambles backwards and runs off, well aware of the small cut over his Adam's apple of his throat and the blood that is seeping from it. Once Gerard is close enough to me, I take the knife from one hand and grab the other, leading him to the bathroom.
"There's blood on your face." I say, not knowing what else to say. Gerard doesn't reply, but begins wetting some paper to clean his wounds with. I look down to the knife in my hands and see the red blood covering the edge in a line. "There's blood on your knife." He ignores me again, so I don't try to say anymore.
"Mikey, he had a knife at his throat, he won't talk to me anymore, I was lucky to get him just to listen to me while it was happening. You need to talk to him and stop bull shitting me that his done enough of that, this shit is serious." Mikey and I were walking home together. He still doesn't feel the need to talk to Gerard about how he's been acting, maybe I was right, they are both crazy. "I mean, I took the knife off him and there was fucking blood on it, you don't do that kind of shit, there is a difference between getting in a fight and slitting someone's throat. A big difference." I said finishing. The usually very lethargic Mikey whipped his head to look at me. "Whether you believe this or not, Gerard would have had complete control over the situation, Gerard is very good at frightening people but wouldn't have hurt Jason anymore than he deserves. And as for your little talks Frankie, I'll let you in on a little secret, the happy carefree Gerard you know isn't around very often, Gerard suffers from depression constantly and always has, for me, this is the normal Gerard, the Gerard he was with you, was the happy one, the one that doesn't last very long. So yes, I let him drink and I let him fuck around, because honestly, it's the least I can do for him in his fucked up life." And never before had I ever seen Mikey so sad or felt that bad myself.
Thoughts?
Rae.
25.
It didn't take me long to regret coming to the party. Mikey and Gerard had disappeared as soon as we arrived, leaving me with Ray and Bob. Five beers later Bob and I were still standing in the same spot, watching Ray chug beer through a funnel in the centre of a crowd. If I had of been in a better mood I would have found it amusing, but I just couldn't bring myself to laugh as half of it poured down his shirt. Eventually I just excused myself for a cigarette break, finding a spot alone in the backyard to basically feel sorry for myself. I had a splitting headache that I was hoping the nicotine would erase as it poisoned my system. I was leant against the fence rubbing my temples when I was bumped into. I looked up to see a girl in my class named Melanie. "Sorry about that." She said slow enough for me to hear the slight slur in her voice. I never really payed attention to this girl, but it didn't stop us from getting into a huge debate about which food is better, muffins or donuts. I was clearly on the donuts side. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a pale face with dark hair, I didn't need to look any closer to know it was Gerard. I could spot him anywhere. I glanced over to see he was with the drama kid Travis again, Travis' arm loosely draped around his neck. I stared at his ugly tanned hand, wishing for the ability to make things burst into flames with my eyes. I pulled my eyes away from Travis and flicked them over to a face that will always make my stomach twist no matter what, to see that Gerard was also looking at me too. His face was blank, so I couldn't read him. It was only then that I noticed Melanie's face coming closer to mine. In my head all I could think was, 'No, that is so weird and gross and just no.' But knowing Gerard was watching, I kept my face still. When her lips reached mine, I let her hold my face so she could keep steady. As she began to kiss me, I wasn't surprised but was annoyed that her lips were nothing compared to Gerard's as they moved against my own. It's so typical that my first kisses would be with the world's hottest kisser, now all I have to look forward to are disappointments.
I broke away soon after that, moving as quickly as possible to throw her drunken mind off guard so she couldn't chase after me. I peeked over to where Gerard had been standing only to find that both he and Travis were missing. Feeling even worse than I did before I headed back inside, the youngest Way finally making an appearance as I spotted him at the top of the stairs blocking Travis and Gerard from going up. It took ten seconds for me to register that Mikey wasn't letting them upstairs and upstairs is where the bedrooms are, and then to work out what Gerard's intentions were. I quickly turned around bumping into Bob who was standing behind me. Seeing my flushed face and watery eyes and then looking up at the situation above, told him everything. "Don't worry Frankie, that is not happening." And he immediately passed me and headed their way.
The best way to fix any problem when your already drunk at a party, is to get more drunk, or at least that was my solution. By the time I ran into Mikey, I was missing my shirt and was winning the game of limbo that had been playing out in the living room. Mikey from there escorted me out of the house where Gerard was waiting propped up against the mailbox giggling to himself. "There you are fucker." He said laughing as we came up beside them. "Your highness." I replied hitting him on the back of the head, hard. "Owww." He drawled out in a slur. "Dick." He commented to the back of my head. "FAG!" I yelled at him walking backwards to see his face. "Like you can talk, I clearly remember somebody herrre, asking me to fuck them." Now that was below the belt, that was private. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this while you guys are drunk and you know, when I'm like, right here." Mikey suggested to us while we continued to stare each other down, while still walking. "Shut up you fucking whore." I snapped back low and harsh. "Fuck off." He said looking away. 'Whore' always seemed to hit a nerve. "If they hadn't stopped you, you would have fucked him." I spat at him. Hoping he could feel the venom dripping from my words like poison. "Why do you care Frankie? Still want a bit?" He said quickening his pace so he was getting closer to me as we walked. "Please? No one was something everyone else has already had." I said, stopping so he could walk straight up to me. "You motherfuck.." Before Gerard could finish Mikey jumped in between. "That is it, Gerard, you stand on my right, Frankie, on my left. No communication what so ever is to pass between you two. No names, no gestures, no glances, no nothing." Gerard and I, still intoxicated, nodded at Mikey, intimidated by the authority we could hear in his voice. We walked the rest of the way in silence, the only thought passing through my mind was after all that, I still hadn't been given any donuts.
Sunday passed by uneventfully consisting of one big fucking hangover, causing Monday to come too soon. I was walking to class by myself, too tired to really function properly, when a kid I barely know runs at me shouting my name. "Fuck, one of you will do, quick, come on." He runs off on me, expecting me to follow, which I do reluctantly. I slowly jogged behind him, fantasizing about my bed and how warm and comfy it is, but my thoughts quickly disappear and I feel myself become more alert as I see what I was needed for. There's blood on Gerard's face, I can't tell where it's coming from as he's standing behind Jason with his knife to his throat. Jason's friends are standing around them, some holding various parts of their bodies, looking helpless. I look at Gerard again, studying his face, his whispering something to Jason through clenched teeth, and I can only imagine how frightening it must be. We are still a fair distance away, so we pick up pace. "They jumped him all at the same time, they were waiting to get him alone, and he just went nuts." The boy pants out of breath. As soon as we're close enough I yell his name. "Gerard!" I say his name firmly, letting him know I'm not fucking around. He looks away from Jason and let's his eyes focus on me. He blinks a few times, as if he is seeing me for the first time in years. "Gerard." I say again. "Come here." Without even glancing back at Jason, Gerard removes his knife from his throat and starts towards me. I watch Jason as he scrambles backwards and runs off, well aware of the small cut over his Adam's apple of his throat and the blood that is seeping from it. Once Gerard is close enough to me, I take the knife from one hand and grab the other, leading him to the bathroom.
"There's blood on your face." I say, not knowing what else to say. Gerard doesn't reply, but begins wetting some paper to clean his wounds with. I look down to the knife in my hands and see the red blood covering the edge in a line. "There's blood on your knife." He ignores me again, so I don't try to say anymore.
"Mikey, he had a knife at his throat, he won't talk to me anymore, I was lucky to get him just to listen to me while it was happening. You need to talk to him and stop bull shitting me that his done enough of that, this shit is serious." Mikey and I were walking home together. He still doesn't feel the need to talk to Gerard about how he's been acting, maybe I was right, they are both crazy. "I mean, I took the knife off him and there was fucking blood on it, you don't do that kind of shit, there is a difference between getting in a fight and slitting someone's throat. A big difference." I said finishing. The usually very lethargic Mikey whipped his head to look at me. "Whether you believe this or not, Gerard would have had complete control over the situation, Gerard is very good at frightening people but wouldn't have hurt Jason anymore than he deserves. And as for your little talks Frankie, I'll let you in on a little secret, the happy carefree Gerard you know isn't around very often, Gerard suffers from depression constantly and always has, for me, this is the normal Gerard, the Gerard he was with you, was the happy one, the one that doesn't last very long. So yes, I let him drink and I let him fuck around, because honestly, it's the least I can do for him in his fucked up life." And never before had I ever seen Mikey so sad or felt that bad myself.
Thoughts?
Rae.
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