Denial
~Chapter 14~
*Later that Evening* (A/N I sound like a fuckin tv show, Hhah)
“Where the fuck could they be?!?!”
“Dude just calm the fuck down it’s barley six.”
“Yeah but what if… Oh my fucking god! Do you think th-“
I quickly cut myself off before Mikey catches my little slipup. I look to him and see his annoying little ‘I knew it’ smirk on his face. Of course the next words coming out of his mouth perfectly coinciding with his look.
“I fucking knew it! You’re trying to cockblock them! Aren’t you big brother?!?” He exclaims while trying to unsuccessfully hold back his snorts of laughter.
“Shut up you asshole! What the fuck do you know?” I say defensively feeling the blood rush to my cheeks probably making them a nice shade of pink. He manages to stop his laughter to answer my rhetorical question.
“More than you that’s for sure. Also just to let you know, you did realize that Frank wasn’t in your classes today right?” He says perfectly serious with a look that says, ‘please-tell-me-you’re-fucking-smart-enough-to-notice-the-obvious’. Of course not being able to answer yes I shake my head slowly, embarrassed at my lack of observation skills. He sighs shaking his head in annoyance at my ignorance.
“Well brother I regret to inform you that you have failed miserably. Seeing as they have probably sucked each other off multiple times by now, since they have had the better part of the afternoon to do so.”
He tells me sincerely with a look of compassion on his face and a hand on my shoulder. I take off running to the living room rushing to the cordless house phone. He comes in after me a look of confusion on his face until he sees the phone in my trembling hands. I attempt to dial the number but get the phone snatched away before I can push the green Talk button. He quickly ends the call throwing it onto the other sofa.
“What are you doing? You can’t call them!”
“Yes I fucking can! Now give it back!”
“Gerard NO. You are just going to make an idiot out of yourself and probably piss them off again.”
I start to tear up as I think about the love of my life being with my best friend instead of me how it should be. Letting a few slip out accidently, I turn my head to the side not wanting Mikey to see his older brother cry over something so stupid.
“Look,” he begins, “I’ll call them okay? That way it’s not ‘suspicious’.” He says putting air quotes around the word suspicious. I look at him eagerly as he dials the number pressing the phone to his ear, waiting while it rings. Eventually the voicemail picks up and he hangs up, putting the phone down. Picking it right back up I dial again putting the phone on speaker, shoving it into his hands.
“If they didn’t answer the first time what makes you thi-“
“Hello?” answers a strained voice on the other end.
Startled he quickly replies stuttering as he does so, “Uh-I-I-Is this Bob?”
“What the fuck do you want Way?”
“You’re late.” He says with more snap in his voice not appreciating Bob’s rudeness.
“Oh god…Do that again…yes, shit, fuck…”
We both look down at the phone in horror of the sounds Bob was emitting. I flail my arms around mouthing full on sentences to Mikey who is staring at the phone in shock, which is still producing moans of,
“Yes… holy…how do you…Frankie…”
“mmmhmmmm”
“We’ll be there. Got to go bye.”
The only sound being our breathing and the nagging dial tone as we stand there speechless as to what our ears had just witnessed. He suddenly drops the phone as if it’s on fire, putting his hands over his ears, jumping around the room squealing, “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, EWW!!!”
“Did he? Was he? He just? Was that? Oh Fuck.”
“Why did he answer? That is so nasty I can’t believe he actually fucking answered! I told you not to call him but NOOOOOO!!! You had to be a persistent little fucker until I gave in didn’t you?” He yells, his face softening when he sees my face of hopelessness. Curling up on the couch I tuck my knees under my chin, squeezing my eyes shut against the stupid tears in my eyes. The cushion to my left sinking down with the weight of my twig brother. After a few moments I open my eyes to see him still sitting there with his elbows on his knees staring off into space.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault. I was an asshole to him all these years never once letting him be just fucking happy. This is karma kicking me in the ass for being such a dick.”
“Stop it Gerard, yeah you’re right you were terrible and it is probably fucking karma knocking down your door. That doesn’t mean though that you don’t deserve to be happy too.” I open my mouth to argue, but he silences me with a raised finger.
“I know for a fact that your love for Frank is real. I also know that what Bob and Frank feel for each other is NOT love. It’s pretty damn close but in the end it will never work out. They just need that extra little shove to be able to see that.”
“Yeah well good luck with that. You heard them right now I don’t think they are gonna realize that anytime soon.”
“They will since I know who Bob really does love.” Smirk stretched across his lips as he says this.
“What do you mean who Bob really loves?” I ask him confused by his sudden aura of arrogance towards the subject.
“Well my dear brother there are perks to being a wallflower. I hear and see everything.” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “And I so happen to know that our dear Bobert has been head over heels for a certain someone since the Fifth fucking grade. So I think, if my logic is correct, that you get this person to go out with you and let the sweet blowjob giving couple see you together. In turn causing one of the half to be consumed by jealousy.”
“Why would Frank get jealous though? He doesn’t even like me that wa-. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?” I yell rubbing the back of my head from Mikey’s sharp slap.
“You idiot, not Frank! I mean Bob you fuck nut! Get Bob to see you with the person he has been in love with for the past almost six fucking years and get him jealous! Is that to fucking hard to understand!?!?”
“Fuck, okay jeeze. Do I even know this person what the fuck do I even tell them?”
“Again I am a wallflower so I happen to know that this someone reciprocates Bob’s feelings.”
“Okay so who is it?”
“Cindy Ashford.”
~
*its fucking Saturday already deal with it*
The bell jingles as I open the door to the local record store, stepping inside away from the fall wind. I move my sunglasses to the top of my head letting my eyes adjust to the daunting fluorescent lights. I make my way to the front of the store searching for my, hopefully, fake girlfriend. I ring the little bell on the counter once, then twice, then thrice, until I’m trying to tap out beats on the little brass bell. Suddenly a hand slams over mine silencing my impromptu jam session with the bell.
I let my eyes move from the hand up to the arm were I see a tattoo of a jeweled dagger right on the forearm. Moving my eyes further up I catch sight of the tattoos on the other arm and the brown hair that falls around her shoulders. I finally reach her face taking in her rich brown eyes, small perfect little nose, and her rosy, pink lips. The beauty in her features being contorted into an expression of annoyance.
Removing my hand from the top of the bell she grabs it and places it under the counter, hidden from my view. Adjusting herself while letting out a breath she turns to me and ask with her most polite tone,
“How may I help you today?”
“Listen I’m just going to be honest with you okay? So let me explain, hear me out but just please wait till the end to tell me to fuck off. Alright now…”
*Twenty minute time lapse cause the writer needs sleep*
“…and that’s why I need you to be my fake girlfriend.” I say breathlessly after my little speech to her. She continues to look at me with a face of skepticism, as I subconsciously hold my breath awaiting her answer. Slowly the grim line her lips formed turn into a smile showing off her perfectly straight white teeth. She hooks her elbow though mine and opens her mouth still smiling and says eight little words, leading us closer towards our plan of getting the ones we love.
“What the fuck are we waiting for, lover?”
“Where the fuck could they be?!?!”
“Dude just calm the fuck down it’s barley six.”
“Yeah but what if… Oh my fucking god! Do you think th-“
I quickly cut myself off before Mikey catches my little slipup. I look to him and see his annoying little ‘I knew it’ smirk on his face. Of course the next words coming out of his mouth perfectly coinciding with his look.
“I fucking knew it! You’re trying to cockblock them! Aren’t you big brother?!?” He exclaims while trying to unsuccessfully hold back his snorts of laughter.
“Shut up you asshole! What the fuck do you know?” I say defensively feeling the blood rush to my cheeks probably making them a nice shade of pink. He manages to stop his laughter to answer my rhetorical question.
“More than you that’s for sure. Also just to let you know, you did realize that Frank wasn’t in your classes today right?” He says perfectly serious with a look that says, ‘please-tell-me-you’re-fucking-smart-enough-to-notice-the-obvious’. Of course not being able to answer yes I shake my head slowly, embarrassed at my lack of observation skills. He sighs shaking his head in annoyance at my ignorance.
“Well brother I regret to inform you that you have failed miserably. Seeing as they have probably sucked each other off multiple times by now, since they have had the better part of the afternoon to do so.”
He tells me sincerely with a look of compassion on his face and a hand on my shoulder. I take off running to the living room rushing to the cordless house phone. He comes in after me a look of confusion on his face until he sees the phone in my trembling hands. I attempt to dial the number but get the phone snatched away before I can push the green Talk button. He quickly ends the call throwing it onto the other sofa.
“What are you doing? You can’t call them!”
“Yes I fucking can! Now give it back!”
“Gerard NO. You are just going to make an idiot out of yourself and probably piss them off again.”
I start to tear up as I think about the love of my life being with my best friend instead of me how it should be. Letting a few slip out accidently, I turn my head to the side not wanting Mikey to see his older brother cry over something so stupid.
“Look,” he begins, “I’ll call them okay? That way it’s not ‘suspicious’.” He says putting air quotes around the word suspicious. I look at him eagerly as he dials the number pressing the phone to his ear, waiting while it rings. Eventually the voicemail picks up and he hangs up, putting the phone down. Picking it right back up I dial again putting the phone on speaker, shoving it into his hands.
“If they didn’t answer the first time what makes you thi-“
“Hello?” answers a strained voice on the other end.
Startled he quickly replies stuttering as he does so, “Uh-I-I-Is this Bob?”
“What the fuck do you want Way?”
“You’re late.” He says with more snap in his voice not appreciating Bob’s rudeness.
“Oh god…Do that again…yes, shit, fuck…”
We both look down at the phone in horror of the sounds Bob was emitting. I flail my arms around mouthing full on sentences to Mikey who is staring at the phone in shock, which is still producing moans of,
“Yes… holy…how do you…Frankie…”
“mmmhmmmm”
“We’ll be there. Got to go bye.”
The only sound being our breathing and the nagging dial tone as we stand there speechless as to what our ears had just witnessed. He suddenly drops the phone as if it’s on fire, putting his hands over his ears, jumping around the room squealing, “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, EWW!!!”
“Did he? Was he? He just? Was that? Oh Fuck.”
“Why did he answer? That is so nasty I can’t believe he actually fucking answered! I told you not to call him but NOOOOOO!!! You had to be a persistent little fucker until I gave in didn’t you?” He yells, his face softening when he sees my face of hopelessness. Curling up on the couch I tuck my knees under my chin, squeezing my eyes shut against the stupid tears in my eyes. The cushion to my left sinking down with the weight of my twig brother. After a few moments I open my eyes to see him still sitting there with his elbows on his knees staring off into space.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault. I was an asshole to him all these years never once letting him be just fucking happy. This is karma kicking me in the ass for being such a dick.”
“Stop it Gerard, yeah you’re right you were terrible and it is probably fucking karma knocking down your door. That doesn’t mean though that you don’t deserve to be happy too.” I open my mouth to argue, but he silences me with a raised finger.
“I know for a fact that your love for Frank is real. I also know that what Bob and Frank feel for each other is NOT love. It’s pretty damn close but in the end it will never work out. They just need that extra little shove to be able to see that.”
“Yeah well good luck with that. You heard them right now I don’t think they are gonna realize that anytime soon.”
“They will since I know who Bob really does love.” Smirk stretched across his lips as he says this.
“What do you mean who Bob really loves?” I ask him confused by his sudden aura of arrogance towards the subject.
“Well my dear brother there are perks to being a wallflower. I hear and see everything.” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “And I so happen to know that our dear Bobert has been head over heels for a certain someone since the Fifth fucking grade. So I think, if my logic is correct, that you get this person to go out with you and let the sweet blowjob giving couple see you together. In turn causing one of the half to be consumed by jealousy.”
“Why would Frank get jealous though? He doesn’t even like me that wa-. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?” I yell rubbing the back of my head from Mikey’s sharp slap.
“You idiot, not Frank! I mean Bob you fuck nut! Get Bob to see you with the person he has been in love with for the past almost six fucking years and get him jealous! Is that to fucking hard to understand!?!?”
“Fuck, okay jeeze. Do I even know this person what the fuck do I even tell them?”
“Again I am a wallflower so I happen to know that this someone reciprocates Bob’s feelings.”
“Okay so who is it?”
“Cindy Ashford.”
~
*its fucking Saturday already deal with it*
The bell jingles as I open the door to the local record store, stepping inside away from the fall wind. I move my sunglasses to the top of my head letting my eyes adjust to the daunting fluorescent lights. I make my way to the front of the store searching for my, hopefully, fake girlfriend. I ring the little bell on the counter once, then twice, then thrice, until I’m trying to tap out beats on the little brass bell. Suddenly a hand slams over mine silencing my impromptu jam session with the bell.
I let my eyes move from the hand up to the arm were I see a tattoo of a jeweled dagger right on the forearm. Moving my eyes further up I catch sight of the tattoos on the other arm and the brown hair that falls around her shoulders. I finally reach her face taking in her rich brown eyes, small perfect little nose, and her rosy, pink lips. The beauty in her features being contorted into an expression of annoyance.
Removing my hand from the top of the bell she grabs it and places it under the counter, hidden from my view. Adjusting herself while letting out a breath she turns to me and ask with her most polite tone,
“How may I help you today?”
“Listen I’m just going to be honest with you okay? So let me explain, hear me out but just please wait till the end to tell me to fuck off. Alright now…”
*Twenty minute time lapse cause the writer needs sleep*
“…and that’s why I need you to be my fake girlfriend.” I say breathlessly after my little speech to her. She continues to look at me with a face of skepticism, as I subconsciously hold my breath awaiting her answer. Slowly the grim line her lips formed turn into a smile showing off her perfectly straight white teeth. She hooks her elbow though mine and opens her mouth still smiling and says eight little words, leading us closer towards our plan of getting the ones we love.
“What the fuck are we waiting for, lover?”
Notes
Skipped over some stuff but seriously guys I doubt you want to hear it in both POV's. So yup this is an update weird huh? I am weirdly proud of this one especially since I got to introduce a pretty rad character. So if you care for me and my sanity please show your appreciation by dropping me a line! Also a BIG THANK YOU! To a certain someone who has inspired me to get back to writing, you know who you are!!!! I shall call you: Candy Chaos!!! Love You All!!!-Venomous Kiss
@KayKay
Soon but not soon enough.
Thanx for reading and commenting!
2/9/15