A Surprise Party?
Chapter Fourteen
I open my eyes to see a painfully white ceiling.
My head is throbbing, my guts are rotting, and my mouth tastes like puke. I roll over and see Gerard all curled up in a ball on the other side of the bed. He looks like shit, almost as bad as I'm sure I look. I stumble over to the window and yank the curtains shut. Then I make a few wobbly steps to the bathroom. Before I can even remember what I came in here for I feel the urge to puke, like a punch in the face.
I throw myself to the toilet and dry heave. Over and over again I dry heave.
"You prayn' to the Porcelain Throne in there, Frankie?" Gerard calls from the bed. I groan in response. "Nothin's gonna come up buddy, I made sure you puked it all up before you went to bed. You'd feel even worse if I hadn't." Finally I decide he's right, that nothing is going to come up. I wash my mouth out, and flop back down on the bed.
"So I'd feel even worse if hadn't last night? Is there a science behind that? Because I've never heard of that....."
"I don't know, that's how it's worked for me..... Now go drink some water, a lot of it. You'll feel better." he mumbles. I follow his orders and drink from the bathroom sink. As much as I can stomach anyway. Maybe a shower will make me feel better, I find myself standing under the cold faucet so long I almost fall asleep standing, though.
Fuck, I'm exhausted.
I dry, and clothe myself, and wander back to the bed. I huddle under the blankets and hope to God sleep will come...
"Frankie, get up now." I hear. It's muffled and drowned. Gerard shakes me gently. I look at the clock, 2:35. I come to, and I see he's all cleaned up and dressed. He seems to not be affected by last night's boozing at all. Be buzzes around the room little room like a worker bee, cleaning things up. Turns out we had made quite a mess.....
"What are we gonna do now, Gerard?" I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him. I feel much better now. He turns to me.
"What do you mean, what are we gonna do?"
"Well, what are we gonna do?" I feel like I'm in that distant world again. Where nothing is real. Nothing matters anymore. Everything is so far away. It's not a nice feeling this time. Gerard sits at the end of side of the bed by my feet. He sighs.
"Let's get outta here." he says.
"Where are we gonna go now?" I ask in a cheerful tone as Gerard merges into the freeway.
"Where do you want to go?" Gerard asks me.
"So we're in Georgia?" he nods. "I wanna..... I wanna go to Colorado." I say.
"Okay... Then we'll have to cut through Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and Texas." he informs me.
"Alright." We chatter some until it's decide to get dinner. We pull into a drive-in, we wait for our number to be called, and Gerard puts the radio. As In The Summer Time fades the local news cast comes on. They give us the weather, and some local to-doing. But then,
"New Jersey natives Frank Iero and ex-military Gerard Way are still at large. They are expected to be armed and dangerous. Stay tuned for a full report at 7:15." The radio host says in a solemn tone, like this was just another episode of the twilight zone.
"Fucking Christ...." Gerard mutters and a Grinchy Grin stretches across his face. "Did you hear that?" I nod.
"Alright, it's" he checks his watch, "it's 6:55 now. We gotta listen to what they'll say." After a few more minutes our waitress comes with our food, and we eat in the car. As we're just finishing up the 'full report' starts.
"New Jersey natives Frank Iero and ex-military Gerard Way are still at large. Way held up his own surprise birthday party 8 days ago, on April 9th, taking Iero hostage. Or, was thought to be hostage." He says like this is some movie. "Way led a hold up in New Jersey bank, they took highway for several days, until robbing a North Carolina bank in which Iero led, and stated he is in fact not a hostage though they seemed to have no contact with each other until the night of April 9th, taking hostage Ray Toro. Toro has escaped, but refuses to talk to police about the whereabouts of Way, or Iero. If you have any information of the whereabouts of ex-military Gerard Way, or Frank Iero, please contact the police. Police in both New Jersey and North Carolina are conducting full investigations, but so far no leads.They should be considered armed and a danger to the general public. I cannot stress this enough people, please contact the police if you have any information on Gerard Way, or Frank Iero."
"I feel like a celebrity!" a certain trenched, combat booted, flamboyantly excited someone exclaims next to me.
My head is throbbing, my guts are rotting, and my mouth tastes like puke. I roll over and see Gerard all curled up in a ball on the other side of the bed. He looks like shit, almost as bad as I'm sure I look. I stumble over to the window and yank the curtains shut. Then I make a few wobbly steps to the bathroom. Before I can even remember what I came in here for I feel the urge to puke, like a punch in the face.
I throw myself to the toilet and dry heave. Over and over again I dry heave.
"You prayn' to the Porcelain Throne in there, Frankie?" Gerard calls from the bed. I groan in response. "Nothin's gonna come up buddy, I made sure you puked it all up before you went to bed. You'd feel even worse if I hadn't." Finally I decide he's right, that nothing is going to come up. I wash my mouth out, and flop back down on the bed.
"So I'd feel even worse if hadn't last night? Is there a science behind that? Because I've never heard of that....."
"I don't know, that's how it's worked for me..... Now go drink some water, a lot of it. You'll feel better." he mumbles. I follow his orders and drink from the bathroom sink. As much as I can stomach anyway. Maybe a shower will make me feel better, I find myself standing under the cold faucet so long I almost fall asleep standing, though.
Fuck, I'm exhausted.
I dry, and clothe myself, and wander back to the bed. I huddle under the blankets and hope to God sleep will come...
"Frankie, get up now." I hear. It's muffled and drowned. Gerard shakes me gently. I look at the clock, 2:35. I come to, and I see he's all cleaned up and dressed. He seems to not be affected by last night's boozing at all. Be buzzes around the room little room like a worker bee, cleaning things up. Turns out we had made quite a mess.....
"What are we gonna do now, Gerard?" I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him. I feel much better now. He turns to me.
"What do you mean, what are we gonna do?"
"Well, what are we gonna do?" I feel like I'm in that distant world again. Where nothing is real. Nothing matters anymore. Everything is so far away. It's not a nice feeling this time. Gerard sits at the end of side of the bed by my feet. He sighs.
"Let's get outta here." he says.
"Where are we gonna go now?" I ask in a cheerful tone as Gerard merges into the freeway.
"Where do you want to go?" Gerard asks me.
"So we're in Georgia?" he nods. "I wanna..... I wanna go to Colorado." I say.
"Okay... Then we'll have to cut through Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and Texas." he informs me.
"Alright." We chatter some until it's decide to get dinner. We pull into a drive-in, we wait for our number to be called, and Gerard puts the radio. As In The Summer Time fades the local news cast comes on. They give us the weather, and some local to-doing. But then,
"New Jersey natives Frank Iero and ex-military Gerard Way are still at large. They are expected to be armed and dangerous. Stay tuned for a full report at 7:15." The radio host says in a solemn tone, like this was just another episode of the twilight zone.
"Fucking Christ...." Gerard mutters and a Grinchy Grin stretches across his face. "Did you hear that?" I nod.
"Alright, it's" he checks his watch, "it's 6:55 now. We gotta listen to what they'll say." After a few more minutes our waitress comes with our food, and we eat in the car. As we're just finishing up the 'full report' starts.
"New Jersey natives Frank Iero and ex-military Gerard Way are still at large. Way held up his own surprise birthday party 8 days ago, on April 9th, taking Iero hostage. Or, was thought to be hostage." He says like this is some movie. "Way led a hold up in New Jersey bank, they took highway for several days, until robbing a North Carolina bank in which Iero led, and stated he is in fact not a hostage though they seemed to have no contact with each other until the night of April 9th, taking hostage Ray Toro. Toro has escaped, but refuses to talk to police about the whereabouts of Way, or Iero. If you have any information of the whereabouts of ex-military Gerard Way, or Frank Iero, please contact the police. Police in both New Jersey and North Carolina are conducting full investigations, but so far no leads.They should be considered armed and a danger to the general public. I cannot stress this enough people, please contact the police if you have any information on Gerard Way, or Frank Iero."
"I feel like a celebrity!" a certain trenched, combat booted, flamboyantly excited someone exclaims next to me.
Notes
Sorry if it's too short! I plan to have some more action/fun in the next few chapters. The last ones have been pretty depressing. Thank you for reading! I can't believe my next chapter will be my fifteenth chapter! Thank you for sticking around! :)P.S. Drink a ton of water when you're hung over! Or better yet, do it before you got to bed the night before!
I stayed up till 4 am reading this and I have absolutely no regrets <3
10/29/15