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Three Cheers For...
Where does Gerard end up while following his confused feelings for Frank?
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Gerard walked in the bar, feeling at home as he inhaled the smell of beer and cigar smoke. He walked over to the bar and sat down on the stool, greeting the bartender.
"Hey, man," he said, offering a wry smile.
"Hey, Gee, what are you doing out so late? And on a Friday night! What happened to Mikey?"
"We watched movies, he's asleep now, he's got a friend sleeping over," Gerard said, his stomach turning, just a little, at the thought of Frank.
"Ah, sleepovers. Used to have those when I was young," the bartender joked. Gerard smiled appreciatively and sighed, trying to give him a hint. "The usual?" The old man asked with a knowing smirk.
"Yeah, thanks," Gerard said, taking the bottle the man offered and downing it in a few seconds. He nodded that he wanted another. When he had another frosty bottle between his hands, he added, "Just keep it coming."
Forty-five minutes (and 12 beers) later, Gerard was completely wasted. He stumbled off his stool and shuffled uncertainly over to one of the pool tables un-occupied by players. He climbed onto it and shakily stood up from being on all fours. He turned to address all of the patrons in the bar, of which there were actually quite a few, at least 20.
"I--I wwant...ALLLLLLL of youu," he slurred, stumbling around on the green felt. "To--give me three..." he held up four fingers and then put one down with some difficulty. "...three cheers! Three cheers...for--" he racked his brain for something to say, and that made his head hurt, so he just said the first word that came to mind. "...three cheers forrr...Tyranny!" A few people laughed, some cheered just to be nice. He pressed on. "And...and loooove!" a few more good-natured people cheered. "And hate, motherfuckers!" He screamed, gaining more momentum. Cheer.
"And...And I want--you to give me three--three cheers for SWEET revenge!" Everyone in the bar gave a rousing rah at that. Gerard smiled drunkenly and promptly took a wrong step off the table, falling to the floor, hitting his head on the edge of a chair on the way down, and blacking out.
The buzzing of Mikey's cell phone tore through the easy silence in the room. Mikey groaned and turned over.
"You should get that, Mike," Frank said, mostly just saying that so he would answer and stop the buzzing.
"Nooooo," Mikey said, still trying to regain sleep.
"C'mon, it could be important," his friend urged, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Fine," he mumbed, sitting up and grabbing the phone. "Hello?" he answered groggily. "Yeah...what? Oh, what the fuck...Yeah, I'll be right there," he said, hanging up.
"What is it?" Frank asked.
"Gerard," Mikey explained. "I've gotta go pick him up from the bar. Apparently he's passed out," he shook his head and sighed.
"Do you have to do this often?" Frank asked.
"Occasionally. Listen, you stay here and go back to sleep, I should be back in under an hour..."
"No, I'll go with you," Mikey looked at him. "That way, we can drive to go get him, then one of us can drive his car back and the other can drive your car back. That way, we all get home and get to sleep faster," he added.
Mikey shrugged. "Okay. Get dressed. As good as I think you look, I don't think the bar patrons would appreciate your birthday suit," he smirked and Frank laughed. The boys quickly dressed and were out the door. "This is my mom's car, so if you drive it, be very careful," Mikey warned, getting in.
They soon arrived at the bar, due to lack of traffic at 3:45 in the morning.
Mikey walked in the door like he'd done it a hundred times before and shuddered at the wave of stale air that greeted him at the door. Both boys soon saw Gerard, crumpled on the floor and passed out. When they moved closer, they found that he reeked of alcohol.
"Ugh..." Mikey said, somewhat exasperated. He reached into his older brother's wallet and pulled out some money, handing it to the old bartender. "Is this enough?" he asked.
"That's fine," the bartender said, taking the money.
"Okay," Mikey said, standing with his hands on his hips, assessing the situation. He knelt down and turned Gerard over, noting a little line of blood coming out of his hairline. "He's bleeding," he remarked. "Do you have a band-aid or something?"
The old man shook his head. "Nope. Most people are too drunk to care about things that need band-aids," Mikey rolled his eyes.
"Okay," he said, turning to Frank. "I'm gonna need your help lifting him. We'll put him in his own car, and you can drive him home. I don't want to imagine my mother's wrath if you should put even the slightest dent in her car," he said, grabbing his older brother's shoulders and heaving him out the door. Frank got his feet, and together they didn't have too much difficulty bringing him out to the car and loading him in, still out cold. Once he was situated, Frank shuffled in the boy's pocket for the keys, getting into the car and turning it on.
"Be careful," Mikey warned, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, lest Gerard should suddenly wake up.
"I will," Frank assured him, giving his new, somewhat-more-than-friend a warm smile. Once Mike was back in his own car, they set off for home. Frank turned the radio on low, humming along with the song that came on. Gerard stirred, and Frank shut up pretty quick. But, the boy just turned over and continued to sleep.
Frank wondered what had prompted him to go to the bar at such an hour. Had he been meeting someone? No, he couldn't have, he had told Frank to meet him--
He gasped. Shit! Double-shit! Fuck! Frank bit his lower lip and glanced quickly back at Gerard. He was supposed to go to his room after Mikey fell asleep! Shit! What would he do to him when he woke up? Frank worried the rest of the way home. He wondered if he shoud tell Mikey...
No. No, definitely not. Can you say "goodbye friendship"? Frank shook his head as he pulled into the Ways' garage. No, best not to tell him.
He waited for Mikey to pull in and then they both brought Gerard up to his room and settled him down in his own bed. He sighed sleepily and turned over onto his back. He cracked one eye open.
"Mikes," he murmured.
"Yeah, Gee," the younger brother answered softly.
"My head..." he mumbled, trailing off.
"I know, Gee. Just go back to sleep and we'll give you an Advil in the morning."
The older brother nodded, turned onto his stomach, and instantly fell back to sleep.
"Will he be okay?" Frank asked, guilt settling in.
"He'll be fine once he sleeps it off," Mikey assured him.
Frank nodded and slipped his hand into Mikey's, who squeezed it reassuredly and led him back to his room so they could sleep.
Gerard opened his eyes and immediately regretted. Sunlight was glaring furiously into his room through the open window. He mumbled something incoherent before covering his face with his hands.
"Too...fucking...bright," he groaned. Suddenly, it became darker and he cracked his eyes once more. Mikey was in his room, along with Frank, and he was holding a glass of water and a pill.
"Here," Mikey said, helping him to sit up and take the Advil and sip from the glass. "You'll feel better in a few minutes," he told his older brother.
"Thanks, Mike," he said, decidedly ignoring Frank. The traitor, the two-timer. This was going to be more difficult than he had initially thought...
"Better?" The younger Way asked.
He nodded. "Much. Thanks. I need more sleep," he decided, laying down pointedly to make his brother and his friend leave. Mikey rubbed his back for a moment and then walked out, followed by Frank, who was really hoping that Gerard had forgotten about last night.
OKAY! haha, before you say anything, yes. I realize how corny it was to put the lyrics in the story, but the temptation was so great! Wasn't it fun, just for a minute, when you realized that those were lyrics and not just nonsensical fun that I had come up with on my own? =]] So yeah. I promised a new chapter and here it is! I'm sorry it took so long, but if it's any consolation, I did my best to write as fast as I could. I was hoping to make this a really long chapter, but I figured I'd do two semi-short chapters instead of one big one. So yeah. I'll get chapter 6 up ASAP, I just need to find a rest stop along the mountain of homework that I'm trying to excavate, haha. ENOUGH WITH LONG AUTHOR'S NOTES! I'm OverAndOutxx
"Hey, man," he said, offering a wry smile.
"Hey, Gee, what are you doing out so late? And on a Friday night! What happened to Mikey?"
"We watched movies, he's asleep now, he's got a friend sleeping over," Gerard said, his stomach turning, just a little, at the thought of Frank.
"Ah, sleepovers. Used to have those when I was young," the bartender joked. Gerard smiled appreciatively and sighed, trying to give him a hint. "The usual?" The old man asked with a knowing smirk.
"Yeah, thanks," Gerard said, taking the bottle the man offered and downing it in a few seconds. He nodded that he wanted another. When he had another frosty bottle between his hands, he added, "Just keep it coming."
Forty-five minutes (and 12 beers) later, Gerard was completely wasted. He stumbled off his stool and shuffled uncertainly over to one of the pool tables un-occupied by players. He climbed onto it and shakily stood up from being on all fours. He turned to address all of the patrons in the bar, of which there were actually quite a few, at least 20.
"I--I wwant...ALLLLLLL of youu," he slurred, stumbling around on the green felt. "To--give me three..." he held up four fingers and then put one down with some difficulty. "...three cheers! Three cheers...for--" he racked his brain for something to say, and that made his head hurt, so he just said the first word that came to mind. "...three cheers forrr...Tyranny!" A few people laughed, some cheered just to be nice. He pressed on. "And...and loooove!" a few more good-natured people cheered. "And hate, motherfuckers!" He screamed, gaining more momentum. Cheer.
"And...And I want--you to give me three--three cheers for SWEET revenge!" Everyone in the bar gave a rousing rah at that. Gerard smiled drunkenly and promptly took a wrong step off the table, falling to the floor, hitting his head on the edge of a chair on the way down, and blacking out.
The buzzing of Mikey's cell phone tore through the easy silence in the room. Mikey groaned and turned over.
"You should get that, Mike," Frank said, mostly just saying that so he would answer and stop the buzzing.
"Nooooo," Mikey said, still trying to regain sleep.
"C'mon, it could be important," his friend urged, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Fine," he mumbed, sitting up and grabbing the phone. "Hello?" he answered groggily. "Yeah...what? Oh, what the fuck...Yeah, I'll be right there," he said, hanging up.
"What is it?" Frank asked.
"Gerard," Mikey explained. "I've gotta go pick him up from the bar. Apparently he's passed out," he shook his head and sighed.
"Do you have to do this often?" Frank asked.
"Occasionally. Listen, you stay here and go back to sleep, I should be back in under an hour..."
"No, I'll go with you," Mikey looked at him. "That way, we can drive to go get him, then one of us can drive his car back and the other can drive your car back. That way, we all get home and get to sleep faster," he added.
Mikey shrugged. "Okay. Get dressed. As good as I think you look, I don't think the bar patrons would appreciate your birthday suit," he smirked and Frank laughed. The boys quickly dressed and were out the door. "This is my mom's car, so if you drive it, be very careful," Mikey warned, getting in.
They soon arrived at the bar, due to lack of traffic at 3:45 in the morning.
Mikey walked in the door like he'd done it a hundred times before and shuddered at the wave of stale air that greeted him at the door. Both boys soon saw Gerard, crumpled on the floor and passed out. When they moved closer, they found that he reeked of alcohol.
"Ugh..." Mikey said, somewhat exasperated. He reached into his older brother's wallet and pulled out some money, handing it to the old bartender. "Is this enough?" he asked.
"That's fine," the bartender said, taking the money.
"Okay," Mikey said, standing with his hands on his hips, assessing the situation. He knelt down and turned Gerard over, noting a little line of blood coming out of his hairline. "He's bleeding," he remarked. "Do you have a band-aid or something?"
The old man shook his head. "Nope. Most people are too drunk to care about things that need band-aids," Mikey rolled his eyes.
"Okay," he said, turning to Frank. "I'm gonna need your help lifting him. We'll put him in his own car, and you can drive him home. I don't want to imagine my mother's wrath if you should put even the slightest dent in her car," he said, grabbing his older brother's shoulders and heaving him out the door. Frank got his feet, and together they didn't have too much difficulty bringing him out to the car and loading him in, still out cold. Once he was situated, Frank shuffled in the boy's pocket for the keys, getting into the car and turning it on.
"Be careful," Mikey warned, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, lest Gerard should suddenly wake up.
"I will," Frank assured him, giving his new, somewhat-more-than-friend a warm smile. Once Mike was back in his own car, they set off for home. Frank turned the radio on low, humming along with the song that came on. Gerard stirred, and Frank shut up pretty quick. But, the boy just turned over and continued to sleep.
Frank wondered what had prompted him to go to the bar at such an hour. Had he been meeting someone? No, he couldn't have, he had told Frank to meet him--
He gasped. Shit! Double-shit! Fuck! Frank bit his lower lip and glanced quickly back at Gerard. He was supposed to go to his room after Mikey fell asleep! Shit! What would he do to him when he woke up? Frank worried the rest of the way home. He wondered if he shoud tell Mikey...
No. No, definitely not. Can you say "goodbye friendship"? Frank shook his head as he pulled into the Ways' garage. No, best not to tell him.
He waited for Mikey to pull in and then they both brought Gerard up to his room and settled him down in his own bed. He sighed sleepily and turned over onto his back. He cracked one eye open.
"Mikes," he murmured.
"Yeah, Gee," the younger brother answered softly.
"My head..." he mumbled, trailing off.
"I know, Gee. Just go back to sleep and we'll give you an Advil in the morning."
The older brother nodded, turned onto his stomach, and instantly fell back to sleep.
"Will he be okay?" Frank asked, guilt settling in.
"He'll be fine once he sleeps it off," Mikey assured him.
Frank nodded and slipped his hand into Mikey's, who squeezed it reassuredly and led him back to his room so they could sleep.
Gerard opened his eyes and immediately regretted. Sunlight was glaring furiously into his room through the open window. He mumbled something incoherent before covering his face with his hands.
"Too...fucking...bright," he groaned. Suddenly, it became darker and he cracked his eyes once more. Mikey was in his room, along with Frank, and he was holding a glass of water and a pill.
"Here," Mikey said, helping him to sit up and take the Advil and sip from the glass. "You'll feel better in a few minutes," he told his older brother.
"Thanks, Mike," he said, decidedly ignoring Frank. The traitor, the two-timer. This was going to be more difficult than he had initially thought...
"Better?" The younger Way asked.
He nodded. "Much. Thanks. I need more sleep," he decided, laying down pointedly to make his brother and his friend leave. Mikey rubbed his back for a moment and then walked out, followed by Frank, who was really hoping that Gerard had forgotten about last night.
OKAY! haha, before you say anything, yes. I realize how corny it was to put the lyrics in the story, but the temptation was so great! Wasn't it fun, just for a minute, when you realized that those were lyrics and not just nonsensical fun that I had come up with on my own? =]] So yeah. I promised a new chapter and here it is! I'm sorry it took so long, but if it's any consolation, I did my best to write as fast as I could. I was hoping to make this a really long chapter, but I figured I'd do two semi-short chapters instead of one big one. So yeah. I'll get chapter 6 up ASAP, I just need to find a rest stop along the mountain of homework that I'm trying to excavate, haha. ENOUGH WITH LONG AUTHOR'S NOTES! I'm OverAndOutxx
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