When i was a young boy (Well not that young)
Chapter 5: Homeless can be fashionable if you look in the right dumpsters
We sat in silence as Frank rushed us to the hotel. As we got closer we could here sirens blaring and the heavy feeling of tragedy fills the air. We pulled into a nearby parking lot and run to where we see police standing by there cop cars. We walk up to the caution tape and try to go under but one of the cops stops us.
"Civilians can't be across this tape." He says, except I couldn't really understand since he was speaking in rich Italian.
"I got this." Frank whispers. He has a conversation with the officer for 5-10 minutes before he walks up to where we stand.
"Well the fire happened on about the 6th floor because of a gas leak. The 6th to 10th floors ended up collapsing on the bottom ones but the fire didn't reach floor 1-3. The collapsing is what caused most of the damage." Frank informs us. My heart lifts a little. Maybe we could get even a margin of our stuff back. Hopefully our passports.
"There were 40 casualties." He whispers and my heart sinks again. I put my hand on his shoulder and rub it comfortingly.
"Could you ask where we would go if they found anything?" I ask softly. He nods his head and jogs over to the cop again. Running back he says there would be a lost n found type thing in a couple of the help tents by the hotel for about 3 or 4 weeks.
"We should go over there now and see if they found anything." Mikey pipes up. We all nod in agreement and the cop points us in the direction of it. We walk until we find a pig white tent with the words LOST THINGS in front and walk inside. Already there are piles of clothes that could be salvaged, wallets, jewelry, toys, passports, and literally everything else that was found that could be salvaged. We start looking around. First in the passports, in which we found nothing, and then the wallet section, where we found Mikey's wallet, full of slightly dusty bills. We were ecstatic at finding it. We then panned out and searched for clothes, suitcases, anything that we knew was ours. We found a lot of my band shirts and, since Mikey had insisted we label everything it was very easy to find what was mine and his. However we only found a small amount, and a lot of them were ripped or a little singed or had holes in them that weren't there previously. We were happy though. As we left with the small boxes of things we had we all had an air of hope to us. We hope in Franks car and he immediately says,
"You guys are staying with me." I shake my head.
"No i don't want to bother you we could find a hotel." Although the prospect of staying in his house was a very promising one, I thought.
"No no I insist." he says giving me a sideways glance as I sat in shotgun. I shrug and Mikey mumbles an okay, so Frank starts up the car and we drive back to his apartment. He shows us where the guest bedrooms are and subconsciously I picked the 1 out of the 2 that was closest to his room. oops. By then it's almost 5AM and we decide to just sleep it out for now. I walk into my room and collapse onto the bed. This was not how I expected this to go. I go to role up my sleeves but immediately pull them back down. Nobody could see the scars. It would just make for drama and pain. Sighing I pull off my pants and crawl under the covers in boxers and the long-sleeved Pulp Fiction shirt. It took not to long to sleep and fairly soon i was practically snoring.
=TIME LAPSE=
I jerk awake to someone shaking me softly and whispering my name.
"Gerard wake up." Frank looked down at me softly, "Breakfast is waiting to be eaten."
"I think you know what i'd rather be eating." I growled sleepily. He giggles and goes to stand up but i grab him by the wrist and bring him back down to touch our lips together. I wrap my arms around his neck and the kiss deepens. he crawls on top of me and presses our bodies together. Suddenly he pulls away,
"Mmm morning breath." He says and i cover my mouth and a muffled "Oops" escapes my lips. He laughs and gets up off the bed pulling me up with him. "Come on breakfast is getting cold." He pecks me on the cheek and we pad out to the kitchen where Mikey is literally inhaling his eggs, sausage, and, was that wine? Frank walks over and ruffles his hair before reaching over him to get the plate of eggs and sitting down next to him. Mikey didn't even bother to look up before shoveling another bite into his mouth.
"Don't forget to breath there Mikey." I laugh. I sit down and he swallows saying,
"Sorry man I haven't eaten in like 2 days."
"Eat as much as you want you're welcome to everything in the house guys." Frank said kindly. I put eggs on my plate and get a crap load of sausage and try to eat as gently as a could but the grumbling in my stomach made that a very hard thing to do and by the time we had all finished all the plates were practically licked clean. I look at the clock and it reads 2:55PM. Wow Breakfast my ass. More like late lunch. I pour myself a cup of wine and tell Mikey and Frank i'm going to take a shower. I slip into the bathroom and turn on the water. After a second i realize i'd rather take a bath so i switch the faucets, wait until the water is hot and at the right level, strip and gingerly step into the tub. It was boiling lobster hot and it was glorious. I sit and let my mind drift and sip at the wine. Throughout all the chaos this was the thing to calm me down and i loved it. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I scramble into sitting position and cover my wrists before cautiously asking,
"Who is it?"
"It's Frank can i come in?" the voice on the other side says sweetly.
"Alright." I reply and the door opens with i slight creek.
"Ah thats why you were taking so long." He saws with a grin.
"Sorry," I say smiling crookedly, "'Did you need to bathe?"
"No no I was just wondering if you needed a little help." He winks at me and my grin widens. I realize how vulnerable i must look. Naked and curled up in the bath tub. He saunters over to me and kneels down, caressing my cheeks with his fingers before kissing me softly. He kicks the door closed without unlocking himself from my lips and takes his shirt off. His hands feather over my shoulders, down my forearms and to my wrists. Wait oh god! It's to late. He freezes and pulls my arm out to look down at my scared wrists. He looks up at me with a look of pure sadness and then back down to the scars, tears flowing down his face. I reaches down a kisses my arm before looking up at me and speaking one simple word,
"Why?"
"Civilians can't be across this tape." He says, except I couldn't really understand since he was speaking in rich Italian.
"I got this." Frank whispers. He has a conversation with the officer for 5-10 minutes before he walks up to where we stand.
"Well the fire happened on about the 6th floor because of a gas leak. The 6th to 10th floors ended up collapsing on the bottom ones but the fire didn't reach floor 1-3. The collapsing is what caused most of the damage." Frank informs us. My heart lifts a little. Maybe we could get even a margin of our stuff back. Hopefully our passports.
"There were 40 casualties." He whispers and my heart sinks again. I put my hand on his shoulder and rub it comfortingly.
"Could you ask where we would go if they found anything?" I ask softly. He nods his head and jogs over to the cop again. Running back he says there would be a lost n found type thing in a couple of the help tents by the hotel for about 3 or 4 weeks.
"We should go over there now and see if they found anything." Mikey pipes up. We all nod in agreement and the cop points us in the direction of it. We walk until we find a pig white tent with the words LOST THINGS in front and walk inside. Already there are piles of clothes that could be salvaged, wallets, jewelry, toys, passports, and literally everything else that was found that could be salvaged. We start looking around. First in the passports, in which we found nothing, and then the wallet section, where we found Mikey's wallet, full of slightly dusty bills. We were ecstatic at finding it. We then panned out and searched for clothes, suitcases, anything that we knew was ours. We found a lot of my band shirts and, since Mikey had insisted we label everything it was very easy to find what was mine and his. However we only found a small amount, and a lot of them were ripped or a little singed or had holes in them that weren't there previously. We were happy though. As we left with the small boxes of things we had we all had an air of hope to us. We hope in Franks car and he immediately says,
"You guys are staying with me." I shake my head.
"No i don't want to bother you we could find a hotel." Although the prospect of staying in his house was a very promising one, I thought.
"No no I insist." he says giving me a sideways glance as I sat in shotgun. I shrug and Mikey mumbles an okay, so Frank starts up the car and we drive back to his apartment. He shows us where the guest bedrooms are and subconsciously I picked the 1 out of the 2 that was closest to his room. oops. By then it's almost 5AM and we decide to just sleep it out for now. I walk into my room and collapse onto the bed. This was not how I expected this to go. I go to role up my sleeves but immediately pull them back down. Nobody could see the scars. It would just make for drama and pain. Sighing I pull off my pants and crawl under the covers in boxers and the long-sleeved Pulp Fiction shirt. It took not to long to sleep and fairly soon i was practically snoring.
=TIME LAPSE=
I jerk awake to someone shaking me softly and whispering my name.
"Gerard wake up." Frank looked down at me softly, "Breakfast is waiting to be eaten."
"I think you know what i'd rather be eating." I growled sleepily. He giggles and goes to stand up but i grab him by the wrist and bring him back down to touch our lips together. I wrap my arms around his neck and the kiss deepens. he crawls on top of me and presses our bodies together. Suddenly he pulls away,
"Mmm morning breath." He says and i cover my mouth and a muffled "Oops" escapes my lips. He laughs and gets up off the bed pulling me up with him. "Come on breakfast is getting cold." He pecks me on the cheek and we pad out to the kitchen where Mikey is literally inhaling his eggs, sausage, and, was that wine? Frank walks over and ruffles his hair before reaching over him to get the plate of eggs and sitting down next to him. Mikey didn't even bother to look up before shoveling another bite into his mouth.
"Don't forget to breath there Mikey." I laugh. I sit down and he swallows saying,
"Sorry man I haven't eaten in like 2 days."
"Eat as much as you want you're welcome to everything in the house guys." Frank said kindly. I put eggs on my plate and get a crap load of sausage and try to eat as gently as a could but the grumbling in my stomach made that a very hard thing to do and by the time we had all finished all the plates were practically licked clean. I look at the clock and it reads 2:55PM. Wow Breakfast my ass. More like late lunch. I pour myself a cup of wine and tell Mikey and Frank i'm going to take a shower. I slip into the bathroom and turn on the water. After a second i realize i'd rather take a bath so i switch the faucets, wait until the water is hot and at the right level, strip and gingerly step into the tub. It was boiling lobster hot and it was glorious. I sit and let my mind drift and sip at the wine. Throughout all the chaos this was the thing to calm me down and i loved it. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I scramble into sitting position and cover my wrists before cautiously asking,
"Who is it?"
"It's Frank can i come in?" the voice on the other side says sweetly.
"Alright." I reply and the door opens with i slight creek.
"Ah thats why you were taking so long." He saws with a grin.
"Sorry," I say smiling crookedly, "'Did you need to bathe?"
"No no I was just wondering if you needed a little help." He winks at me and my grin widens. I realize how vulnerable i must look. Naked and curled up in the bath tub. He saunters over to me and kneels down, caressing my cheeks with his fingers before kissing me softly. He kicks the door closed without unlocking himself from my lips and takes his shirt off. His hands feather over my shoulders, down my forearms and to my wrists. Wait oh god! It's to late. He freezes and pulls my arm out to look down at my scared wrists. He looks up at me with a look of pure sadness and then back down to the scars, tears flowing down his face. I reaches down a kisses my arm before looking up at me and speaking one simple word,
"Why?"
Will this EVER be updated??? X
5/22/14