When i was a young boy (Well not that young)
Chapter One: Lets get wasted and have sex with people we'll never see again
"Gods Mikey it's Italy! How can you not want to go!" My brother was being exceedingly obnoxious. You'd thing a fresh 21 year old would want to go to the most wine related place in the world but no, Mikey was a good boy. i think he got it from his best friend Bob. But Bob wasn't here anymore, he was in California, trying to find a band to drum for. That man and his drums, if they were a person, they'd be married with a few kids by now. As for us, Mikey and I lived in Brooklyn so he could attend acting school and I could find me a good art carrier. College so far for me had been amazing, but the work was hard, the rich kids were snooty, and my fingers were tired from drawing almost 24/7. I needed a break, and from the looks of Mikey's dark circles under his eyes, he did too.
"Gerard please, we barely have the money, we can't skip school, and we don't have time for another drunken escapade like last summer in Prague." Mikey responded in an annoyed voice.
I pull open a kitchen cabinet and pull out 4 or 5 jars full of large bills. Mikey widens his eyes.
"How much money is that?" He asked with a voice dripping with shock and suspicion.
"Almost $20,000 in cash. Hows that for enough." I grinned. He scowls. He knows he's loosing.
"What about school?" He quizzes.
"We have winter break coming up in 2 days." I respond, knowing this argument was over. He does too and sighs.
"Fine we'll go." I squeal and literally pick him up and twirl him around like a princess. He whines in disapproval. "But!" ugh there was always a but with him. "we only get wasted on days that end with ay." He grinned at me through his mousy brown hair. I cracked a smile even the Joker couldn't beat.
~ TIME LAPSE~
Ah that familiar feeling of adventure as your plane takes off. I suppressed a giggle. Italy. We're on our way to Italy. I full on laughed now. The guy sitting next to me looked at me strangely and turned back to his laptop. I wouldn't blame him for being a little freaked out. I was a full grown 26 year old with cherry red, chin length hair, a Ramones shirt, black skinny jeans, and Doc Martins. Not to mention I was laughing at nothing. He didn't even know I was gay too. Mikey was sitting behind me, two rows down; next to 2 bubbly blonde girls who obviously couldn't wait to get wasted after they got to Italy. Mikey looked absolutely miserable. His glasses sliding down his nose, his striped beanie slightly askew and his shoulder turned away from them irritably, ipod on full blast. He looked as though these were the last 2 people he would have wanted to sit next to. Poor guy. Maybe i made a bad decision bringing him, but i couldn't go to Italy alone. That would suck. He just needed to stop being a princess and suck it up. I turned forward as the Pilot spoke in a happy little voice about the safety precautions and little tie-bits about Italy. We're going to be arriving this beautiful place in the Rome Airway at about 6:30 AM. Shit that was like 9 hours away. Welp, might as well start sleeping now.
A large bump woke me with a start and i looked out the tiny window to see that we had landed. Just on Que. the Pilot spook with a "We are now landing in Rome, Italy." WE'RE HERE OMYGOSH OMYGOSH. I was literally jumping in my seat with excitement. Pretty soon Mikey and I had gotten off the plane, gotten our stuff and hailed a taxi. We were delivered to our ancient looking hotel and we walked up to the check-in desk.
"Reservation for Gerard Way please?" I asked politely. The olive skinned clerk checked her computer quickly and looked up at us sweetly. "Will that be one bed?" Mikey and i both blushed in unison.
"No, no, no we're brothers." Mikey said. It was now the woman's turn to redden.
"so two beds okay." She said quickly. She reached behind her and gave us a key. "Your room is on the 4th floor to the left. Room 180." We thanked hr and headed up the elevator, which btw looked like it was about to break and we would plunge to a fiery death, and found our room quickly. Opening the door, we found a very quaint but delightful little room full of Roman architecture. It was rather nice. I flopped onto the small twin bed. It was the softest thing i'd ever felt. Mikey set his things down and crawled into his bed. "Nope nope nope, sleepy time." he mumbled, and with that he was snoring.
Well then.
I see how it is. You know what i'll go out and see the sights myself. I unpack quickly and and grab some money and my phone and i'm out the door, leaving Mikey with his dreams.
I got down to the lobby and out the door, where i stopped. Where to go first. Hmmmm. Well i could be a real tourist and see the Colosseum. I could rent a motorbike and ride through town like a strait up Bamf. Yep that sounded like the genuine Italian experience. I hailed down a taxi. "Where might i find a place to rent a motorbike?"
"Gerard please, we barely have the money, we can't skip school, and we don't have time for another drunken escapade like last summer in Prague." Mikey responded in an annoyed voice.
I pull open a kitchen cabinet and pull out 4 or 5 jars full of large bills. Mikey widens his eyes.
"How much money is that?" He asked with a voice dripping with shock and suspicion.
"Almost $20,000 in cash. Hows that for enough." I grinned. He scowls. He knows he's loosing.
"What about school?" He quizzes.
"We have winter break coming up in 2 days." I respond, knowing this argument was over. He does too and sighs.
"Fine we'll go." I squeal and literally pick him up and twirl him around like a princess. He whines in disapproval. "But!" ugh there was always a but with him. "we only get wasted on days that end with ay." He grinned at me through his mousy brown hair. I cracked a smile even the Joker couldn't beat.
~ TIME LAPSE~
Ah that familiar feeling of adventure as your plane takes off. I suppressed a giggle. Italy. We're on our way to Italy. I full on laughed now. The guy sitting next to me looked at me strangely and turned back to his laptop. I wouldn't blame him for being a little freaked out. I was a full grown 26 year old with cherry red, chin length hair, a Ramones shirt, black skinny jeans, and Doc Martins. Not to mention I was laughing at nothing. He didn't even know I was gay too. Mikey was sitting behind me, two rows down; next to 2 bubbly blonde girls who obviously couldn't wait to get wasted after they got to Italy. Mikey looked absolutely miserable. His glasses sliding down his nose, his striped beanie slightly askew and his shoulder turned away from them irritably, ipod on full blast. He looked as though these were the last 2 people he would have wanted to sit next to. Poor guy. Maybe i made a bad decision bringing him, but i couldn't go to Italy alone. That would suck. He just needed to stop being a princess and suck it up. I turned forward as the Pilot spoke in a happy little voice about the safety precautions and little tie-bits about Italy. We're going to be arriving this beautiful place in the Rome Airway at about 6:30 AM. Shit that was like 9 hours away. Welp, might as well start sleeping now.
A large bump woke me with a start and i looked out the tiny window to see that we had landed. Just on Que. the Pilot spook with a "We are now landing in Rome, Italy." WE'RE HERE OMYGOSH OMYGOSH. I was literally jumping in my seat with excitement. Pretty soon Mikey and I had gotten off the plane, gotten our stuff and hailed a taxi. We were delivered to our ancient looking hotel and we walked up to the check-in desk.
"Reservation for Gerard Way please?" I asked politely. The olive skinned clerk checked her computer quickly and looked up at us sweetly. "Will that be one bed?" Mikey and i both blushed in unison.
"No, no, no we're brothers." Mikey said. It was now the woman's turn to redden.
"so two beds okay." She said quickly. She reached behind her and gave us a key. "Your room is on the 4th floor to the left. Room 180." We thanked hr and headed up the elevator, which btw looked like it was about to break and we would plunge to a fiery death, and found our room quickly. Opening the door, we found a very quaint but delightful little room full of Roman architecture. It was rather nice. I flopped onto the small twin bed. It was the softest thing i'd ever felt. Mikey set his things down and crawled into his bed. "Nope nope nope, sleepy time." he mumbled, and with that he was snoring.
Well then.
I see how it is. You know what i'll go out and see the sights myself. I unpack quickly and and grab some money and my phone and i'm out the door, leaving Mikey with his dreams.
I got down to the lobby and out the door, where i stopped. Where to go first. Hmmmm. Well i could be a real tourist and see the Colosseum. I could rent a motorbike and ride through town like a strait up Bamf. Yep that sounded like the genuine Italian experience. I hailed down a taxi. "Where might i find a place to rent a motorbike?"
Will this EVER be updated??? X
5/22/14