I lay there on.. the carpet? I turned my head and saw Bert lying next to me. When did we get on the floor?
I felt a tickle up my leg. I grinned; Bert was awake. His arm wrapped over my waist.
"Good morning." I glanced at my window which was almost impossible to find. It was dark out.
"Good evening." I corrected. He chuckled. He shifted and was lying pressed up against me. He leaned his head on mine; his lips at my ear.
He began nibbling on my earlobe. I smiled. His hand started exploring my chest again. Only then did I realize my body pains.
My head was throbbing and my ass hurt. But the pain was nearly gone when Bert touched me.
Bert kissed my neck and I stopped his hand with mine.
"What the hell are we going to say? It's really late." I said. I had never talked about my sexual orientation. With anyone.
Bert sat up silently. "We could say 'fuck off' to anyone who asks." He suggested. I chuckled and sat up.
"Works for me."

After I let Bert use our shower, he took off. It was actually 5:30 in the morning when we woke up.
I now sat at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in my hands. Mikey waved quietly when he walked into the kitchen, sticking his head into the refrigerator.
He shrugged and popped his head out again. I shook the carton of milk in the air towards him. He chuckled and took it from my hand.
"Soo... What's up?" He asked as he made himself a cup of coffee... Make that two cups of coffee. I grinned. "Did you bring someone home last night?" I teased, eying the extra cup.
"SHH!" He hissed.
"Oh, is she still here?" I continued. He glared at me. I chuckled.
"Mom's awake. Don't say that stuff out loud!" He whined. I grinned.
"So, there is a girl." I teased again. He glared at me and walked out into the hallway with both cups of coffee.
After breakfast, our mother made me drive Mikey and his 'study partner' to school.
Her name was Alicia. They had apparently fallen asleep studying. I wonder what they were studying. Wow, that sounded so cliché.
"See you." I said as they both got out of the car. I watched as they split up to different directions after a hug.
I eyed the boy Mikey walked over to.
He had black hair with the sides dyed dark red. He was wearing a Misfits hoodie so I assumed he didn't even go to Mikey's school.
I stepped on the gas as soon as I broke off my stare. When I hit the red light on the corner, I spotted a forgotten textbook on my passenger seat. I rolled my eyes. "Idiot." I muttered.

"GERARD ARTHUR WAY!" I heard my mother scream at the top of her lungs as I walked through the front door. She only called me by my full name when she was really, really pissed off.
I eyed the fist she made towards me. Trapped inside was my crystal packet! Busted...
"Yeah," I answered nonchalantly. She scowled.
"Why did I find this in your room?" She growled. Okay, what is the point of asking that question?
"Because you were snooping around my personal property." I snapped.
"Is this the result of being friends with that boy, Bert?" She screeched. She seemed to me as if she was steaming from the ears like a cartoon.
Okay, it is my choice to take them! Leave Bert out of this!
"It's not Bert. For your information I had those even before I met him!" I defended Bert. No one talks about my friend. Er, boyfriend? Like that.
"You are grounded and you are forbidden to see Bert!" As she set the commandments of Donna Way, I rolled my eyes and started past her, down the hall.
"See you." I muttered, before I walked down the stairs to the basement. She stayed silent. Why? Because she had a piece of mind in me going to my room.
I walked in, and found it swept clean. Not in the hygienic type of way, the drug type. I darted to my desk drawer. I opened it and removed its contents. My envelopes of cocaine were gone!
I snapped my head up; phone rang. I picked up the cordless receiver on my desk.
"Hello?" I answered, walking over to my bed.
"Hey, Gee." It was Bert. I smiled. I definitely needed to hear him right now.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked, running my hand under the bed. I may have left something under there. I groaned. Nothing.
"Gerard?"
"Yeah." I jumped up onto my bed.
"What's wrong?"
"How do you do that?" I whined.
"I'm psychic. Now, what's wrong?" He repeated.
"If you're psychic, you would know."
"My powers are limited." He excused himself. I smiled to myself.
"My mom found my stuff." I said. He laughed.
"Oh my God! What did she do?" He asked, still a hint of laughter in his voice.
"She actually grounded me and I am now 'forbidden to see you'." I said, mimicking my mother's voice. He giggled.
"Well, I 'won't' see you later around 8:00, okay?" I joked.
"My house?"
"Of course."
"Bye."
"Bye, bye."
We hung up and I dropped back onto my bed.
I had nothing to do. My mother took all my stuff. I lazily picked myself back up and went back to my desk.
My memory flashed to Bert and I started sketching his face.
Halfway through my drawing, my head started throbbing. I dropped my pencil and grabbed my head. I groaned.
I had to get something.
I left my room and headed up to the kitchen. Luckily, my mother wasn't there.
I looked through the cupboards until I came across a jar of coffee grains. Caffeine? Sounds good.
My mother walked into the kitchen after about fifteen minutes later.
"Hello, Gerard." She said.She was pretty mad at me.
I stayed silent but nodded my head. The coffee was a good substitute. The head ache was faded and I felt almost as good as with the drug high.
"Gerard, you need to go to rehab." She said. I rolled my eyes.
"Rehab is where you go when you quit." I said.
"You're quitting." She snarled.
"You're just sending me to rehab to make sure I don't get influenced by Bert, right?" She stayed silent which was her way of saying yes. "Go ahead. I believe they still have phones over there in hell." I added.
My mother was surely enraged at this point. Oh, fuck it. I could probably be able to sneak out to get or smuggle in drugs in rehab. Just to get away from this bitch.
Later on in the day, I was packing a few things to bring with me to my trip to rehab.
I stared at a picture of me and Bert that we took at a Smashing Pumpkins concert. I half smiled and took it out of the frame. I held it in front of me.
It was before I entered the drug world. I noticed I had no black lines under my eyes like now. The drugs usually kept me awake. I sighed and slid the picture into a pocket of the suitcase.
The phone rang and I picked up the cordless.
"Hello?"
"Hey, did I leave a book in your car?" Mikey asked on the other end.
"Yeah. Why; do you need it?" I asked.
"No, I'm just checking." He said sarcastically. I smiled.
"I'm on house arrest. I'll see you in a few years after I bust outta prison. Okay?" I said.
"Did Mom kill you yet?"
"She found my stuff and now I'm being forgotten by the world." I explained. I sighed, I probably won't be seeing anyone I know for a long time.
It was almost the end of the school year, so I'd probably get a phone call or two in from Mikey.
"Alright. Do you think you can bring my book in?" Mikey asked.
"No. Share with Alicia." I teased. He whined. He gave in and hung up because the bell rang.
I dropped on the bed. What could I do until I sneak out against my mother's wishes, completely defying her authority?...