On The Edge
Vampires Will Never Hurt You
Gerard's POV
'...perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...' I crooned softly into my mic, a hint of a smile on my lips. Finally! I knew, after so long of this song just not having it, we had finally got it. The wide smiles the other side of the glass told me so. I turned to Mikey, and knew his expression mirrored mine.
'Fuck yeah!' Ray shattered the silence, high fiving Matt with a celebratory whoop. I let out a short sigh of relief; we'd tried for so long to get this right. I chattered excitedly with the rest, briefly hugging Frank.
'Hey, this is all thanks to you man!' I say, smiling, genuinely smiling, like I hadn't done in months.
'Yeah dude, we wouldn't have done this if your last band hadn't collapsed' Mikey chimed in.
'Ha ha' Frank said sarcastically. He broke into a smile. 'That was rad!'
We folded into a group hug, then broke apart.
'This calls for pizza!'
'And video games!'
We pushed out of the studio, smiling widely. Finally, the beginnings of an album were starting to show.
~
We were sat in the dark of Mikey's room, as it was larger than mine. Matt and Ray had gone home, mumbling something about not wanting to walk back in the dark; understandable for NJ. Although I loved my hometown, night wasn't a safe time to be out and about.
I was sat in the corner of the room, whilst Frank and Mikey played some game. I've never been into games much; there is too much death in this reality, let alone in another.
'You son of a bitch!' Frank exclaimed. 'Take that you motherfucker!'
'Like taking candy from a baby' Mikey said in a smooth, calm voice, as unruffled as ever.
I brought my knees up to my chest and mused. The buzz I got from nailing that song didn't last as long as I'd hoped. Nothing seemed to save me from my thoughts anymore.
I needed a drink.
'Frank, Mike? I'm gonna grab a beer. You want anything?'
'Beer please, wench' Frank called, not taking his eyes off the screen.
'Make that two' Mikey called.
I grabbed a can from the fridge. I opened it, downed the thing, and threw it in the trash. Did the same with another two, pausing only to catch my breath. Then I took three, one for my brother, one for my friend, one for me. The liquid inside was the only thing that magically lifted the weight from my shoulders for a night.
I tossed a cold, perspiring can to Mikey, and passed one to Frank. He frowned at the slight tremble at my fingers, and I turned my back to drink the magical liquor.
The rush in my head made the memories less prominent. I had escaped, this time.
'...perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...' I crooned softly into my mic, a hint of a smile on my lips. Finally! I knew, after so long of this song just not having it, we had finally got it. The wide smiles the other side of the glass told me so. I turned to Mikey, and knew his expression mirrored mine.
'Fuck yeah!' Ray shattered the silence, high fiving Matt with a celebratory whoop. I let out a short sigh of relief; we'd tried for so long to get this right. I chattered excitedly with the rest, briefly hugging Frank.
'Hey, this is all thanks to you man!' I say, smiling, genuinely smiling, like I hadn't done in months.
'Yeah dude, we wouldn't have done this if your last band hadn't collapsed' Mikey chimed in.
'Ha ha' Frank said sarcastically. He broke into a smile. 'That was rad!'
We folded into a group hug, then broke apart.
'This calls for pizza!'
'And video games!'
We pushed out of the studio, smiling widely. Finally, the beginnings of an album were starting to show.
~
We were sat in the dark of Mikey's room, as it was larger than mine. Matt and Ray had gone home, mumbling something about not wanting to walk back in the dark; understandable for NJ. Although I loved my hometown, night wasn't a safe time to be out and about.
I was sat in the corner of the room, whilst Frank and Mikey played some game. I've never been into games much; there is too much death in this reality, let alone in another.
'You son of a bitch!' Frank exclaimed. 'Take that you motherfucker!'
'Like taking candy from a baby' Mikey said in a smooth, calm voice, as unruffled as ever.
I brought my knees up to my chest and mused. The buzz I got from nailing that song didn't last as long as I'd hoped. Nothing seemed to save me from my thoughts anymore.
I needed a drink.
'Frank, Mike? I'm gonna grab a beer. You want anything?'
'Beer please, wench' Frank called, not taking his eyes off the screen.
'Make that two' Mikey called.
I grabbed a can from the fridge. I opened it, downed the thing, and threw it in the trash. Did the same with another two, pausing only to catch my breath. Then I took three, one for my brother, one for my friend, one for me. The liquid inside was the only thing that magically lifted the weight from my shoulders for a night.
I tossed a cold, perspiring can to Mikey, and passed one to Frank. He frowned at the slight tremble at my fingers, and I turned my back to drink the magical liquor.
The rush in my head made the memories less prominent. I had escaped, this time.
Notes
Hi! I'm Em, and I'm pretty new to writing fanfics..though I've read a few, so this should either be gripping or hilariously bad.
I'm going to write a couple of chapters as soon as, and continue this if someone wants me to.
xo
@teapartypoison
Sounds reasonable.
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