Gravity

(Gerard's POV)

"...And you have to chase Charles Lee and..." I nodded blankly as Mikey explained his video game to me, even though I wasn't exactly listening. I checked the time. 6:34. Holy crap, he's been ranting for over an hour! He was in the middle of giving me a detailed run-through on syncing when, much to my relief, my phone rang. I held my finger in the air signaling for Mikey to wait and answered it.

"HELP ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD." someone yelled on the other line. I heard a crying baby and was suddenly very panicked. "W-who is t-this!? Are you ok-kay?!" Mikey suddenly looked very interested. "IT'S VAN YOU ASSHOLE. GROCERY STORE ON 1604. COME QUICK. AND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE BRING DONNA." By the sound of it, he was doing fucking acrobatic pirouettes off the handle. And now so was I. "O-okay. We're coming." I stood up and ignored all of Mikey's questions. I pulled on my jacket ad grabbed my keys as I marched up the stairs. "Ma. Van. Trouble. 1604. Wants us there. Quick." I yelled. She came out of her room in a robe and house slippers. "What has that boy gotten into this time?" I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door. "I don't know. Something stupid, probably." Mikey stood in the doorway and watched as me and Mom pulled out of the driveway.

We walked in and immediately knew where he was by the sound of the screaming kid. We went to the baby aisle and there he was, sitting on the floor and rocking back and forth while hugging his knees. Grace held a little girl in her arms and was pacing down the aisle, desperately trying to calm her down. When Van saw us, he leapt up and captured mom in a bear hug. "Thank God, you're here. Now, what do I buy to take care of a young child?" Mom began lecturing him as I walked over to Grace. A smirk found its way to my lips as she bounced the baby girl on her hip. "Don't you even." she said sternly. "What?I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged mischievously. She rolled her eyes and shoved the baby at me. "Whatever, just hold Scarlett for me." She stopped crying when I held her. "Wow. I guess she likes you." Grace said in a kind of stupefied tone. I looked at the little girl in my arms and couldn't help but smile. She had the same eyes as Van. God damn, this baby is cute. I didn't have long to think this, however, as her awkward, fat little hands grasped at my hair and she yanked, hard. "Ah. Ow. Ow! Ahh, what are you doing?! Owowowow--" It was my turn to cry. Tears leaked out of my eyes as Scarlett continued to yank. My scalp felt like it was on fire. I glanced over at Grace, who had just been standing there watching. "Uh, a little help?!" "Oh." she said stupidly before coming over and trying to untangle Scarlets's little fingers from my jet black hair. This girl just wouldn't let go! I desperately tried to remember what Mom would do when Mikey would grab her hair. First, I had to distract her. "Hey, Scar. Hey, baby. Look at the stupid punk boy! Look at me!" I said in a baby voice before twisting my face into several different expressions I thought a baby would find funny. It worked, and she was giggling up a storm. Now's my chance. While she was busy laughing, I took in a deep breath and blowed on her face. She shut up and her tiny face distorted into an expression of pure shock. Since she was so confused, her fingers loosened and Grace pulled them from my hair. Mom came and snatched her out of my arms before pulling van to the checkout with her. Grace laughed and a tear off my cheek. "Did it really hurt that bad?" She asked. I gawked at her. "Nope. I totally don't feel like I've just been attacked by an angry vacuum cleaner." She rolled her eyes and punched my arm. "You haven't changed at all, you sassy bastard." I smiled and wrapped my arm around her. "You'd be surprised..." She looked at me confused and I laughed. "Never mind."

Notes

Everything is more fun with a baby involved