Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

{Quinn's POV}
"Doesn't she just make you want to cry?" Frank joked as he pulled the passenger door open, and a cloud of rust rained down onto the alley ground. "Had to hide her so no jealous assholes would even think about stealing her. One look and BOOM! Instant love." He laughed as I sat in the car and then he climbed over the hood and into the driver side.

"I bet." I replied with as much sarcasm I could manage. Frank laughed and then attempted to start the car.

It sounded like a literal dying whale. The thing sputtered and coughed and screeched. Frank angrily turned the key over and over again until finally (thankfully) the engine came to life. With a squeak and a creak we drove out of the alleyway. Frank flipped on the tail lights and sped down the dangerous street.

"Cue the music." Frank grinned as he took both hands off the steering wheel to pop in a CD. I yelped and gripped onto the steering wheel for dear life, making a harsh right turn to avoid driving into the other lane. Frank calmly placed his hands back on the steering wheel. I pulled my knees up to my chest as American Idiot started to play. Frank screamed along to it. I laughed at him as he banged his head and got really into it. He was laughing along as well.

Suddenly, he stopped short and I went flying forwards, but my seatbelt stopped me from being smashed against the windshield like a bug. Frank pulled to the side of the road and jumped out. I followed him and saw him kneeling down next to a figure collapsed on the ground. I gingerly stepped forward and saw Gerard.

He was lying on the ground, totally and completely drunk. I heard him saying something, his voice so incredibly slurred. It still sounded... attractive... in some weird way.

I sighed and walked over. I had dealt with drunks my entire life.

I knelt down on the other side of him. He was wearing a ripped up black shirt, tight black jeans that were also beginning to fall apart. There were also horrible stains all over his clothes. He had on blood red converse, that there may have been actual blood on. His hair was a disaster. It was wet and sticking up in all directions. His arms were lined with cuts and he had a massive black eye.

He looked just like any other drunk I had ever known. Frank looked rather frustrated as he shook Gerard, who grinned and slurred something else.

"Frank, give me a minute." I said, looking deeply into his bright eyes. He raised an eyebrow suspiciously and I just nodded my head. He shrugged and gestured at Gerard, for me to take my turn trying to... get him up.

"Hi Gerard." I said as sweet as syrup.

"Hey." He answered with an uncoordinated wink, that just ended up being an extra long blink.

"Nice." I laughed and he did to. I don't think he really understood what he was laughing at, but he laughed. "So, do you wanna head back to the studio?" I asked him carefully. He snorted.
"Nah. I think I wanna stay out some more." He answered, but it sounded more like "Nahh. I shfd jsghsl kskhghsk skhfslkhfs." I nodded my head slowly. He wasn't in an easy-sway mood. I would have to lie.

"Okay, let's hop in the car and we'll head to this really great bar I know." I lied, sounding preppy. He nodded his head. I motioned for Frank to come over and we lifted him onto his feet, and then dragged him to the car.

I got in the back and then Gerard lay down, his head on my lap, even though we had saved the front especially for him. Frank shrugged and slammed the door, jumping into the driveway, American Idiot blasting again.

"I love this song!" Gerard exclaimed "Don't wanna be an American Idiot!" He sang at the top of his lungs. Frank laughed and sang along with him. Slowly, Gerard's eyes began to flutter.

Right before he fell asleep, he looked straight into my eyes.

"Sorry about the backpack. I was flirting." He said. I laughed and so did Frank. Although Frank was jumping up and down in his seat and making a big fuss about it. "You're pretty." He muttered before sleep mercifully took him. I laughed and brushed his hair out of his eyes.

Frank wouldn't stop laughing about Gerard's drunk confessions. I on the other hand, wasn't laughing. I was smiling to myself quietly, because this lovely man thought I was attractive.

Notes

It's kinda cheesy.
Next chapter will get intense!
Posting more tonight maybe?