Make Me Really Smile, Again.

Gerard’s POV
Oh god I am nervous. What time is it? 3:45. I’ve been out for fifteen minutes, already?! Well, that’s what I get for wanting to go for a quick hot topic break. Oh well, I got this cool ass sweat shirt from this cool band named ‘Simple Plan’ Rockywas telling me about and a vest with ‘The Misfits’ logo on the back.

I walk in my house hoping that my room is at least descent enough to clean up in a few minutes. I run to my room and of it’s far from descent. Comic books scatter the floor, shirts and pants hang off the bed, and of course song pages and drawings make the desk disappear. It’s time to call him.

I dial his number and he answers on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“You own me.”
“Since when? Last time I saw you you kind of bagged on my boyfriend.”
“Dude, I was kidding.”
“Fine, I’ll be there in ten.”
“Make it five.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“No dude. Just no.”
“See ya in five,” he laughs and hangs up.

*Five minutes later.*
He’s late; he’s never late. It’s been officially six minutes, how could he be so late? He’s starting to worry me. He knows I don’t like worrying god damn him. The doorbell suddenly rings.
“You’re late,” I firmly state opening the front door.
“Sorry, dude. How about I don’t make you pay this time, to make it up to you.” I can always count on Patrick.
“Great, get to work you’ve got about thirty minutes. You get the bedroom, I’ll do the bathroom.
“Ok, let’s get to work.”
*thirty minutes later*
“I’m done, St. Patty,” I call out to him once I’ve finished.
“Gimme a sec I’ve got to make your bed, you’ve gotta learn time management.
“I know but I’d rather not,” I laugh. I walk to the doorway

Notes

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