SOMEONE Save Us

"I'm not sure what they said, but if it's true I'll bet, it's just one more thing I'll regret. I hate my weaknesses, they made me who I am, 'Yea it's cool I'll be ok', as I felt your pain wash over me, so I dry your eyes and hide my shakes, because I hate that look that's on your face..."

I went with something that Pansy and I had been working on. I figured it was good for Gerard's situation. Gerard had a big grin on his face.

"...because I hate that look that's on your face, and this is not the end for us." As I finished the last bar they started clapping and chanting 'encore'. Not happening! Though I did make Gerard an offer.

"If I sing, you have to sing with me!" He looked a little intimidated but then he gladly excepted.

"What song Mr. Challenger?"

"I don't know, you pick, something that's audible" He chuckled at my comment then he thought for a minute.

"Oh I got it, what about Bohemian Rhapsody"

"Ooh Queen...I like it!" Mom chuckled at the little game we played.

He stood up and started. I followed in on his cue."Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead. Mama life had just begun and no I've gone and thrown it all away..."

Mom's mouth dropped open. So did mine. Damn, Gerard had so much passion. I guess the lyrics really got to him. Understandably so. Eventually I stopped singing and he was going solo. I still stood there, only because I didn't want him to realize and then stop. He was so good.

When he finished my mom almost jumped out of her seat and gave him a standing ovation. I joined in. He deserved it. He bowed down in gratitude and thanked us for everything. Then he helped me put away the food and we went upstairs.

"You were so good, why don't sing in the music program" I asked.

"Never thought I could really sing. I only really sing when i'm drawing anyway so I never took it seriously" He shrugged.

"Why don't you sing, you' re really amazing yourself!"

"I hate singing for people and I never really do it unless i'm playing Pansy and free styling" I didn't realize that Gerard probably didn't know who Pansy was, but Mikey did.

"Oh, you mean Pansy your guitar that is ever so precious!" I was surprised and defensive all at once. Was that sarcasm or just how he thought of it? It was hard to tell because of his null tone.

"Yes she is. How did you know she was my guitar...wait let me guess Mikey?" I turned my head.

"You write Pansy over all your books and always draw a guitar under it so it was either your guitar or a guitar player!"

"Good observations!" I complimented.

"So, what do you want to do?" He sat on the floor beside my bed.

"Well we probably have homework but I don't want to walk back to school so...I don't know what do you want to do?"

"Hmm. Oh I know, we could turn up the stereo and just be bored" He giggled.

"Sounds cool, i'll get my phone and hook it up and you can get the stereo, it's in the storage closet downstairs" I fished my phone out of my blankets.

"Alright, b.r.b!"

When he walked downstairs, I began thinking about what had gone on the past few days.

Today is Wednesday and to think, 72 hours ago I didn't even know Gerard's name. Yet now he's my roommate!
Mom won't be here when we get home tomorrow. What will Mikey say when we pick him up? I'll have to tell him that mom was worried about him. What if he's mad that we even said anything about him to her? I mean he did try and act as if they had a perfect family.
Wait! What if their parents cause issues and say that we're kidnapping Mikey? What are we supposed to s--

My space out was interrupted by Gerard re-entering the room. Heflashed me a smile before plugging in the stereo and turning it on. I threw my phone across to him and he set it up. He scrolled threw my music and played a random song. Then he went and laid down on the floor beside my bed as if waiting for death to rise over him.

"Hey Frank?" He broke the music filled silence.

"Yeah Gerard?" I mimicked him.

"Have you ever been in one place that was really bad and then when you find something better, you feel really guilty?"

"Yeah!" I felt he was trust worthy and desperate to not feel alone.

"Really?" He was surprised with my honesty.

"Yep, i've been in your position before. With the whole new surroundings, new faces but still feel as if your abandoning your past and you feel guilty" He was quiet but then he responded.

"Wow, so you really do remember your..original mom!"

"Yeah. She was pretty and fun but sometimes she was just...dead inside" I got lost in my sentence as I thought about the look she used to have in her eyes when she was 'all used up'.

"Do you still think about her sometimes?" He turned his head to look up at me.

"Yeah sometimes when Mom's not home. I just wonder if she ever decided to get clean or if I have any brothers or sisters. I know she's not dead 'cus every year she sends me a birthday present and a Christmas present with a note that says something she remembers about me" I smiled as I stood up and walked to my drawer in my closet.

"That's nice how she still (in a way) stays in the loop with you"

I opened my bottom drawer and pulled out an envelope with all the notes she'd sent me within the past 13 years. I handed it to him and he hesitantly took it from me.

"Go ahead. Open it! I've already read them all those are just the ones most important to me"

"Are you sure? You don't have to show me! It's really non of my business"

"No it's fine!...I want you to" I reassured him.

"Uh alright..." His fingers traveled through the stack of folded paper. He finally pulled out a green piece.

"Read it out loud. I like that one!" I insisted.

"Okay.." He opened the paper and scanned it over with his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and began."My son, this is the 7th note (I hope) you've received from me. Happy 11th Birthday! Though I cannot say that I have seen you grown into an amazing young man, I can say that I now you have. Because my dear son from the time I looked into your eyes on your first day home to the way you hide your tears by playing with your hair, I'd always known that you would be my greatest loss and your mother's most important treasure. I can only remember your love for music and your loving eyes that smile for you. I'll never forget. Mama" When he stopped reading he took another deep breath and pulled out another piece of paper.

"Wait, Gerard?"

"Yeah Frankie?" He paused his actions.

"Can you wait one sec. You can still read them I just have to go and get something from the closet"

"Yes of course. Take your time hun!"

I smiled as I stood up from the blankets and exited the room. I walked down the hall to mom's room. I heard her t.v on so I figured she was in there. I knocked on the door.

"Mom? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Anytime sweetheart! What's on your mind?" She gestured for me to come and sit in front of her on her blankets.

"I just wanted to say, thank you!"

"For what?..the thing with Gerard and Mikey. You know me, it's not my first rod--"

"No, not that. Well yes that and for all the things that you've done for ME. It's hard to think about it, but almost 14 years ago I was in his almost exact same position. I don't know I just was thinking and I've never really said thank you mommy!"

A tear rolled down her cheek and she had a smile that made me leap into a hug."Thank You Frankie! You've made my life worth living and you'd be the only one that can make me feel happy when the world is crashing down. Now go and end your friends loneliness but first give me a hug!"

I leaned over and gave her a second hug. Then I left the room and picked up my eyeliner from the bathroom. I re-entered my bedroom and...OH MY GOD!

Notes

Oh goodness, sorry for the wait!
I was just kinda bored of the prolonged stuff.
May or may not be some really good Frerard in the next update!
Oh and I got my lip pierced. I didn't hurt but I have to eat weird for like 6 weeks.
I love it and it looks awesome! Can't wait for my tattoo (airbrush)
Thanks For Reading!!!
-AToxicKilljoy