My Design

Gerard knocked his head against the window repeatedly, wondering how many times he'd have to do it before blacking out. Frank had had a comment to make nearly every 45 seconds of the movie and now that it was over, he still couldn't shut the hell up.
"I just- he threw it right in her face, what kind of sick fuck does that?" Frank asked, looking horrified.

"So let me get this straight, there is a psychopathic serial killer who eats people, and another who makes
a woman suit out of actual women and you're concerned with one mental prisoner in one scene who throws some jizz onto an FBI agent's face?" Bob asked, incredulously.

"I'm just saying! Like, I don't know, that's pretty friggen disgusting, if you ask me," Frank retorted.

"Well, maybe I should ask you, you'd know all about having jizz on your face, now wouldn't you?"

"Whoa! Jesus, was that necessary?" Gerard yelled, as he felt his face reddening.

"Look at Mikey's face!" Ray sputtered between laughs.

Gerard turned from the window to look. Mikey's eyes were wide and his nose was crinkled up in disgust. Sheer horror was written all over his face. Gerard could practically see him trying to scrub out the mental image of his older brother and Frank. Gerard watched as a twinge of guilt passed over Bob's face as he looked at Mikey.

"Uh, sorry," Bob mumbled, awkwardly, causing Frank to laugh even more than he already was. Ray shook his head, his hair bouncing around.

"God, Frank you're just as sick as Bob is. You're loving this right now, aren't you?" Frank could only nod
as he tried to stop laughing. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mark, the driver, spoke first.

"We're stopping up here for food, guys. I'd grab something if I were you, it's gonna be a long haul after this."

"Where are we eating?" Mikey asked, no longer in shock.

"Taco Bell," Mark answered. Frank wrinkled his nose, which did not go unnoticed by Mark. He laughed and glanced back into to the rear view mirror at him.

"There's a few other places near by for you too, my vegetarian friend," he added. Frank smiled at him, gratefully.

Finally, the bus slowed to a stop. Gerard was the first one off the bus, stepping out into the sunlight and squinting at the run-down strip mall across from the Taco Bell/KFC. He shook his head, not wanting to think about how many angsty teenagers inside the mall might recognize him. He hurried inside after his brother, trying to keep his head down. There was a long line of teens zigzagging through the metal markers. None of them even glanced in his direction, however, so he let out a sigh of relief he didn't realize he'd been holding. The line moved at a fairly quick pace and he was at the front in no time. He got his food and sat down in the booth in front of two young girls, being sure to keep his back to them.

"Yeah, so obviously I was pissed-" the taller girl with her back to Gerard ranted.

"Wait, isn't that guy...somebody?" The shorter one facing his booth interrupted. Gerard's eyes widened and he stared down at his food, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

"Everybody's somebody,"

"No, like he's in a band, I think. What is his name, Gerard or something?"

"Sarah, nobody's fucking name is Gerard, okay? Will you listen to me?" She huffed.

Sarah blushed and nodded. Gerard bit back a laugh and took a sip of his root beer. Mikey sat down across from his brother and gave him a questioning look. Gerard nodded backwards at the two teens behind him.

"Youths," he explained. Mikey laughed and shrugged, having no idea what he was talking about. He unwrapped his burrito and took a bite, his face twisting in disgust. Gerard raised an eyebrow at him.

"I hate Mexican food," Mikey muttered. Gerard chuckled.

"Then why did you order it?"

"I don't know, I didn't wanna be weird like Frank and just take off,"

"Have you ever actually had a Taco Bell salad? They're terrible, how was Frank supposed to eat here?" Gerard defended him.

"No, I mean like he practically sprinted across the parking lot, I had no idea he was that hungry," Gerard opened his mouth, about to comment, but the girls' conversation distracted him.

"That's what I'm saying! I'm just confused as to why they were all in the woods, like Mrs. Richardson said that Lucas had never been anywhere near there before and I believe her, because Tatiana wasn't exactly a woodsy type of girl and Katelynn was practically afraid of the dark. Why would they be out there?" The taller girl implored.

"I know, and I just feel so bad for Mrs. Richardson. Imagine a cop just shows up on your doorstep saying that they found your son murdered and missing organs out in the woods? And just two years after her husband died!" The other one, Sarah, replied.

"It's so horrible. And how did they even get there?"

"Well, Lucas can drive-"

"Yeah, but they found his car in the school parking lot and that's like three miles from the woods. It doesn't make any sense."

Gerard looked at Mikey, asking him without words if he'd heard the conversation, too. Mikey's brow furrowed, a sign that he had, and that he wanted to know more. The two teens changed the subject, however, and began to talk about who the poor dead kids' dates were going to go to semi with.

"Well, that just made the whole situation creepier," Gerard mumbled. Mikey nodded, looking slightly shocked.

"Wanna go back to the bus?" Gerard asked, seeing as he'd finished his food and Mikey wasn't going to eat his burrito.

"Definitely," Mikey said, grabbing his jacket and getting up from the booth.

"Wait, hold on one second," Gerard muttered, grabbing a napkin. He took a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something, hurriedly. Mikey didn't even ask what he was doing, he just waited patiently. Gerard got up and slid the napkin to the shorter girl before exiting the building.

"Isn't that guy a little old to be giving you his number?"

"It's not a number, its a note," Sarah stated, her eyes growing wide.

"What does it say?"

"Only guys in kick-ass bands get to be named Gerard," she replied. "I KNEW IT!"

Notes

Hi, hello, chapter two's here.