Sex and violence.

Frank's P.O.V

First Donnie coming over, and now I'm forced to have a conversations with Gerard? No. Now he's accusing me of not being "Normal?" Who does he think he is? Seriously, he's in my house and knew me for a day. He can't say shit about me that god damn hick.

"Frank.. Can you please just talk to me." I just lay on my couch, staring at the ceiling as I let my head hang off the couch.

"I'm right here, what do you want?" I growl right back at him.

"Well, I know for a fact that it was Donnie at the door, and you just closed it on him. He was trying to be my friend and now you probably scared him away. Don't you think of anyone but yourself?" His words play over and over in my head. No, I am thinking about you princess. Donnie's going to do you no good so just stay away from him. Looking our for you.

"You don't fucking know him like I do, okay? And let me tell you, he's just gonna ruin my life again. So just stay away from him." I stay still on my couch as I lecture Gerard. He's silent. All until I hear his foot steps as he walks up the stairs.

I hear my dad, "Gerard, where are you going?"

"I'll be right back, it's okay." His voice is actually calm before he walks out the door. Does this kid know what time is it? Jersey aint the safest place, hunny. So before the prick gets himself killed, I slip my shoes on. Following him out the door. My dad doesn't even question me when I leave.

I pull my hood over my head as I walk down the drive way. Walking down the streets till I get into town. To my surprise, no one's really out as the sun's starting to set. I check every alley way between buildings. But, all I find are dumpsters and cats.

The sky gets darker as I walk farther into town. The streets get quieter and quieter till I hear voices behind the building in front of me. An old beat up liquor store. No one's used it in ages. But with the chances of it being Gerard behind it, I go look.

But it's not Gerard I find. I spot a familiar mohawk, Chris. And Bob and Justin tagged a long too.

"Frank, dude what's up?" Chris walks up and greets me. I follow him into the ally. "So, what brings you here?"

"Wandering around, looking for shit I can fuck up." I make up a cover story. If they knew I came out looking for someone they'd flip. Even if I did hate that person.

"Like always." Justin jokes as he walks closer. "So, wanna join us in fucking shit up." He wraps his shoulder around me.

"Well what are you fucking up exactly?" I ask as I watch the three.

"Nothing in particular. Just got some bottles and rags. Pick up what I'm laying down?" I look back at Chris.. He's got that smile on his face. Well. Here we go.

"Who's throwing first?" Justin holds the bottle before lighting the rag.

"Step aside bitches, let me show you how it's done." Bob walks up to Justin, grabbing the bottle and lighting before throwing it through the window. Into the liquor store. Even I laugh at this.. Just like old times.

"Frank, you ready?" Chris hands me a second bottle.

"Fuck yeah!" I shout as I throw it through the window, the glass shatters as the bottle hits the floor. We all cheer around for a few minutes till Chris makes things a little more interesting.

"Who's dropping first?" Chris pulls out four little tabs.

"I'll do it." Justin offers. A big shocker to be honest.

"Yeah, Justin." We all cheer him on as he drops the tab on his tongue. Bob picks Justin up and sets him on a lid of a dumpster as we all stand around him. Waiting to watch his pupils bulge.

Within ten minutes, all four of us start tripping. Then Justin decides to throw the third and last bottle. None of us protest as picks it up, lighting it and throws it. But it doesn't go through the window. The bottle smashes against the brick wall and the rag lands on a pile of garbage. Flames burst, but all four of us stay still as we watch it..

"You guys see that too, right?" Justin's voice quivers. Shit, this is real. Without another sound the four of us bolt out of the ally. Sure, nothing suspicious. Just a couple of wild punks running out from an ally. Like this will go well, but that doesn't even stop me. I keep running with everyone. None of us stop running till we reach a park, about half a mile away from where we were.

When we stop we all look around, Chris, Bob me.. Where the fuck is Justin. I'm the first one to even notice he's gone. "What the fuck guys, where's Justin?"



Gerard P.O.V

Frank's getting on my last nerve. I mean, he's holding me back from having friends. What the fuck is that? I put up with his friends and they tried beating the shit out of me. So what do I do? I just walk on out, walk down the street. Just until I hear someone call my name out. "Gerard!"
I turn around and find Donnie on his porch with his dog.

I smile before I head his way. "Hey Donnie." His dog greets me by licking my hand as I walk up to him.

"Yeah I tried knocking on your door earlier but Frank sorta flipped." His arm reaches behind the back of his head as he scratches it.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry for his behavior." I copy Donnie and scratch my head.

"Nahh I'm already used to it. But hey wanna go for a walk?" He offers as he leads me inside.

"Sure, that'd be cool." His house is small and warm when I walk in. And very quiet. "Does anyone else live here?" I joke around with him.

"Yeah, my dad just works two jobs." I watch him walk around a corner. Slipping his arms through a black hoodie. "C'mon, we can go through the back." I follow Donnie as he opens the door. Sliding it closed behind me. "So, what kind of person are you?"

Fuck it, I'm just gonna spit it out. "An orphan. How about you?"

"A faggot according to you brother." he laughs as he walks straight.. Mikey soon pops in my head. But I bite my tongue as I force the thought out of my head.

"Well, I already knows he thinks I'm one. So I guess were the same." I joke around, forcing a laugh to crawl from my throat.

"Maybe so, hey let's go this way." Donnie turns his head, motioning me to go the other direction.

"So where we headed?" I can't help myself but ask.

"One of my favorite places I go to whenever I'm sad." He looks back at me.

"But you're not sad, right?" I look up at him, he doesn't look upset.

"No, but you are." He smiles down at me.

"Pfftt, no." I try to bluff.

"Dude, knowing Frank's your new brother you would be sad. He makes everyone feel like shit." His eyes stay glued ahead of him.

"Yeah.. well-" My voice cuts off when I hear a third voice jump in.

"Frank." The voice gets louder as a figure emerges from the bushes. Justin?

"Dude, I'm Donnie and that's Gerard. Frank's not here dude." Donnie gives him a sick look.

"Where is he, he left me." Justin just falls to the ground, twitching. Only reminding me of my mother. Flash backs nail their way through my head.

"Well, your friends are full of shit." Donnie stares down at Justin, but I can't help the images flashing though my head. I feel my head splitting. the pain increases with every memory. Tears start to pour from my eyes as I run away from them. Away from Justin.. away from my problems.

My tears block any images my eyes try to make out, but I keep running forward till my body smacks into something. A figure, inches shorter than me. "Gerard?"

That voice, I open my eyes and find Frank's face. "Frank?"

"What the fuck are you doing, get your ass moving before we all get in trouble." I feel his hand pull me up. He doesn't let go as he runs ahead of me, dragging me along with him.

"Frank, what the fuck are you doing?" I cry out in pain as it feels like my wrist is being pulled off my arms.

"Keep runnin"

Notes

asjdfkl I thought it was an ironic spot to stop here. But yeah, I have no idea what happens when you trip on acid so I guess. but yeah. A little bit of Donnie and finally meet Chris, Yay.