Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

{Quinn's POV}
"So what's your name?" Frank asked as we dragged an incredibly drunk and very dazed Gerard out of Frank's lemon of a car and into the little apartment they shared. We carefully placed him on an inflatable mattress and covered him with a blood red blanket. Why was everything they owned either pitch black or blood red?

"Quinn." I answered shortly. Avoiding eye contact. "Can you still drive me back to my place?" I asked quickly after. I looked up into his smiling eyes, straight into his smiling face. He was a really sweet guy.

"That's a beautiful name." He responded. I patiently waited for him to answer the only important thing I said. He just began to laugh. I tapped my foot impatiently. "Sorry Quinn, not tonight. I've gotta stay here with Gee." He replied happily. I nodded and stood up, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Okay. Thanks for helping me and whatever. I'm gonna walk home." I began to walk.

"Woah! You realize it's three thirty in the morning in one of the most dangerous parts of Jersey, right?" He looked at me as if I was mad. Completely bonkers. I probably was, as I did see his point.

"Well I need to go home." I pointed out. He shrugged.

"I'll take you home tomorrow, no big deal." He said. I was about to protest when he held up a hand.

"You aren't walking home. You can just chill here till this nutcase wakes up alright. Okay?" He answered, but it wasn't really phrased as a question, more of a command. I didn't want to be here, I felt myself begin to panic. I quickly pulled out my inhaler and sucked on it. I heard laughter.

"What's your deal? Why are you so paranoid?" He laughed. I shrugged. He made a straight face, rolling his eyes. "Oh c'mon, there's got to be a reason." Frank added. Again I shrugged. He sighed loudly, trying to get me to cave in. I would not.

It was silent for a while. Although I realized Frank did not enjoy silence, he needed constant noise and constant action. He filled the little apartment with his energetic little voice, playing with his hands, mindlessly, as he spoke.

"Did you like the music?" He asked. I nodded my head, pulling my knees to my chest and placing my head on them. "Cool." He nodded, and then he began to tap-tap-tap the ground with his hands and hum.

"I have severe, severe, severe ADHD." He said out of the blue.

"I noticed." I grinned and he laughed.

"I need constant movement, constant action, constant... everything! When the world is busy, when everyone's doing something, that's when I can focus. I can't stop moving. I always need to be moving." He explained and I nodded my head. My little brother had ADHD, really bad.

That hit too close to home.

I cringed and frowned again. Frank instantly noticed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking concerned. I shrugged and he made an exasperated noise. I grinned a little bit. "C'mon! What's the matter?" He asked again.

"You just... remind me of someone." I answered. He grinned.

"Must've been a hella rad bastard." He replied, yawning. I laughed a little bit and he placed his head on my shoulder, drifting off.

"Oh Frank, he was amazing..." I whispered as I too, let sleep take me, and allowed my nightmares to hold me captive once again.

Notes

I'm gonna have a few backstory chapters on why Quinn is the way she is.
You finally know her name!
*Excitement*
Post more tonight maybe?
Idk.
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