The Mistake
Closet Adventures
Monday, December 17th
"Mr.Way?" Frank snapped upright, panic making his heart beat faster.
Gerard sat up; he was completely calm, if not a little confused. "Go to the closet," he whispered, shooing Frank to the door he had barely noticed was there. He flew into it, closing the door quietly and hiding behind the dark apparel Gerard seemed so fond of. He found that each hoodie had a peculiar scent that was...kind of nice. It smelled like Gerard, which was a comforting scent that seemed to envelope him.
As if a light bulb went off in his head (he was drunk last night; who knows what kind of crazy shit Ray and Bob shoved in there) he peeled of his sweatshirt and pulled on one of Gerard's, smiling when it swamped his frame. He was practically swimming in the black fabric. He clapped quietly, enjoying the seal-like feel it had.
"Mr.Way, I have brought your breakfast,"he heard the same French maid say, her accent as thick as ever.
After a moment of clothing being ruffled, Gerard replied, "Thank you, Ms.Harriet. How has your morning been?" He made out was seemed to be an apple being bitten into afterwards.
"It's been fine, sir. Your parents" Gerard sighed here "are expecting the Ieros again."
"That's nice."
There was a small silence, before a quiet voice said, "I know the Iero boy, Frank, had visited you down here. I am happy you have found a friend."
Another silence settled over the room, making Frank's heart beat that much faster. "How do you know?"
"I was a teenager once also," she laughed, a warm sound that made even Frank smile. "I know that Mrs.Way had told him to stay away from your room, so I was sure to unlock the door."
"...thank you, Ms.Harriet." The silence settled again until the large wooden door was closed and a click alerted him that the lock was now in place. A lock? Fuck, he's not an animal! His parents act like he'll creepy up there at night and murder them in their sleep. That's what'd I'd do, anyway.
Let's hope Frank doesn't like murdering small animals.
Who are we kidding, he's a vegetarian! It's like, against his religion or something.
Frank crept out of closet, smiling at Gerard, who grinned around the apple in his mouth. His grin widened when he saw the hoodie, but he chose not to mention it. He looked at his phone and frowned at the time. Eight a.m. Shit, he was really late for school. Juliet should have been at work by now, so he's safe.
"Where did Bob and Ray go?" Frank asked, sitting at the end of the bed. The bag they had brought the night before was gone, as was the coffee maker and booze bottles.
Gerard shrugged. "I assumed they left before we woke." He stared at the bottle of water in disdain, willing it to turn to coffee with his mind.
It didn't.
He huffed and opened it, draining it quickly before tossing it back on the little tray. "I have to leave, Gerard, okay? But I'll be back when Mom comes in for her appointment," Frank said, making Gerard pause in his consumption of the innocent banana.
"Promise?" he murmured, keeping his eyes on the bedspread under him.
The tattooed boy was slightly baffled by Gerard's demand; why would he come and introduce him to such interesting things and not come back when he was actually known to be in the house? "I promise, Gee. You want me to bring some coffee?" He nodded quietly. "Listen Gerard, I will come back. You don't have to worry, I'll always come back, alright?"
Gerard was a little peeved by the baby-talk, but he smiled anyway. As long as his friend came back to him, he'd always be smiling.
"Bye Gerard," Frank whispered as he hugged his taller friend. Gerard didn't speak, just hugged back and pushed Frank out of the window. He was left in his thoughts and the things inhabiting the darkest recesses of his mind.
Frank arrived at his house half an hour later with a new pack of Malboro Reds and Silence of the Lambs to watch. He was content to keep his mind off of Gerard with these items until his mother arrived to take him to her appointment. He didn't feel like driving himself off the brink thinking about the already mad Gerard.
Call him a coward if you will, but he was scared to think about the pink flying elephant in the room.
"Mr.Way?" Frank snapped upright, panic making his heart beat faster.
Gerard sat up; he was completely calm, if not a little confused. "Go to the closet," he whispered, shooing Frank to the door he had barely noticed was there. He flew into it, closing the door quietly and hiding behind the dark apparel Gerard seemed so fond of. He found that each hoodie had a peculiar scent that was...kind of nice. It smelled like Gerard, which was a comforting scent that seemed to envelope him.
As if a light bulb went off in his head (he was drunk last night; who knows what kind of crazy shit Ray and Bob shoved in there) he peeled of his sweatshirt and pulled on one of Gerard's, smiling when it swamped his frame. He was practically swimming in the black fabric. He clapped quietly, enjoying the seal-like feel it had.
"Mr.Way, I have brought your breakfast,"he heard the same French maid say, her accent as thick as ever.
After a moment of clothing being ruffled, Gerard replied, "Thank you, Ms.Harriet. How has your morning been?" He made out was seemed to be an apple being bitten into afterwards.
"It's been fine, sir. Your parents" Gerard sighed here "are expecting the Ieros again."
"That's nice."
There was a small silence, before a quiet voice said, "I know the Iero boy, Frank, had visited you down here. I am happy you have found a friend."
Another silence settled over the room, making Frank's heart beat that much faster. "How do you know?"
"I was a teenager once also," she laughed, a warm sound that made even Frank smile. "I know that Mrs.Way had told him to stay away from your room, so I was sure to unlock the door."
"...thank you, Ms.Harriet." The silence settled again until the large wooden door was closed and a click alerted him that the lock was now in place. A lock? Fuck, he's not an animal! His parents act like he'll creepy up there at night and murder them in their sleep. That's what'd I'd do, anyway.
Let's hope Frank doesn't like murdering small animals.
Who are we kidding, he's a vegetarian! It's like, against his religion or something.
Frank crept out of closet, smiling at Gerard, who grinned around the apple in his mouth. His grin widened when he saw the hoodie, but he chose not to mention it. He looked at his phone and frowned at the time. Eight a.m. Shit, he was really late for school. Juliet should have been at work by now, so he's safe.
"Where did Bob and Ray go?" Frank asked, sitting at the end of the bed. The bag they had brought the night before was gone, as was the coffee maker and booze bottles.
Gerard shrugged. "I assumed they left before we woke." He stared at the bottle of water in disdain, willing it to turn to coffee with his mind.
It didn't.
He huffed and opened it, draining it quickly before tossing it back on the little tray. "I have to leave, Gerard, okay? But I'll be back when Mom comes in for her appointment," Frank said, making Gerard pause in his consumption of the innocent banana.
"Promise?" he murmured, keeping his eyes on the bedspread under him.
The tattooed boy was slightly baffled by Gerard's demand; why would he come and introduce him to such interesting things and not come back when he was actually known to be in the house? "I promise, Gee. You want me to bring some coffee?" He nodded quietly. "Listen Gerard, I will come back. You don't have to worry, I'll always come back, alright?"
Gerard was a little peeved by the baby-talk, but he smiled anyway. As long as his friend came back to him, he'd always be smiling.
"Bye Gerard," Frank whispered as he hugged his taller friend. Gerard didn't speak, just hugged back and pushed Frank out of the window. He was left in his thoughts and the things inhabiting the darkest recesses of his mind.
Frank arrived at his house half an hour later with a new pack of Malboro Reds and Silence of the Lambs to watch. He was content to keep his mind off of Gerard with these items until his mother arrived to take him to her appointment. He didn't feel like driving himself off the brink thinking about the already mad Gerard.
Call him a coward if you will, but he was scared to think about the pink flying elephant in the room.
Notes
I KICKED THE ADWARE'S ASS MAN I KICKED INTO THE END ZONE
Fuck yeah.
I don't watch football, just thought it was appropriate.
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Hi there. I'm not sure if you still look at this account at all, but I just reread this fic from start to finish, for the third time, and I just want to say how much I love it...if you're there. ;)
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6/24/16