Not a Victim of a Victim's Life (Frerard)

Chapter Three

Gerard

To be honest, I had no control over my actions. I’ve never really been good at it. If I fucked something up, my parents would just bribe whoever and I would get out of it unscathed. But now, well, my parents were fighting. Not the usual bickering that quickly blew over, but a fight. A divorce kind of fight. I’ve had three fathers already, moved at least four or five times in the last three years.

I was not looking forward to going home. I wanted time to think about what happened with Frank. Usually, I would’ve said ‘nothing’, but no. This was definitely something. I was going to have to find out what it was. No mommy and daddy to cover up my tracks now. THey stopped paying attention to me once I told them to fuck off and let me live my life. They almost kicked me out.

I was just about ready to turn down a different street and go for a drive when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, checking the texts.

sup comin over 4 band practce. b there in 5

Fuck. I drove a little faster, trying to beat him to the house. I got there in time, just a couple minutes to spare, warming up my voice. I was just about ready when Ray- ‘Fro- and Bob walked in. No need for them to knock. I handed them each a coffee. I was still smiling, not able to stop.

“What’s up your ass?” Bob put his empty cup on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, why are you smiling so much?” I shrugged, a little bit of a blush coming to my face.

“I’ll go get Mikey.” I walked up the stairs to get my brother out of his room. “Mikey! Get your ass down here!” He rolled his eyes as he closed the bedroom door.

“So I took my guitar last night, and wrote a song, uh, tell me what you think.” I grabbed a notebook off the file cabinet next to me. I reached for the spare guitar and sat on a stool, picking up the first few chords.

“You’re not in this alone

Let me break this awkward silence

Let me go, go on record

Be the first to say I’m sorry

Hear me out,

And if you take me down,

or would you lay me out

And if the world needs something better

Let’s give them one more reason now, now, now”

I continued on with the song, finishing it up with a strum of F, Em, Am, and C with the lyrics of “tell me where we go from here”.

I looked over at the calendar hanging on the wall. 9/13/01 just two days after the terrorist attack in New York. I was there, watching the bodies fall. I was walking only about a few miles down from the twin towers. Debris got a little further from me, but I got out fast enough. I still witnessed the helpless, lifeless bodies fall from the drop. The fires, the deaths, the useless screams, the terror. I got home and wrote down the lyrics, trying to recover.

“Wow, is that about the 9/11 attack? You were there right?” Mikey drummed on his bass, taking it in.

“Okay, well, it’s technically our first song, so, good job Gerard. Now even though It’s pretty dark, let’s put in the rest of the music.” Ray still looked pretty shocked, but covered it up with his, uh, positive thinking.

A few hours later, Ray and Bob were leaving. Mikey and I walked to the kitchen, a note.

‘Feed yourselves. We’re going to be out for a while.’

Well, there’s our caring parents.

I rummaged through the fridge, finding tortillas and cheese. I grabbed a pan, and we were sitting in the dining room eating out quesadillas.

“Why were you smiling in practice. You looked like a fucking lunatic.” Mikey said with a laugh as my blush deepened. I tried to wake my hand in dismissal, he cut me off, wanting an explanation. I sighed.

“Well, because it was so nice out this morning, I decided to walk to school, but when I was walking home, it looked like rain so I was running, and I uh, bumped into someone.” I shrank into myself, trying to hide the bright red blush that was showing through the old foundation that washed off in the rain.

“Who is he?” Mikey asked, not really curious, just to be the loving little brother he was. Still, I didn’t really want to answer that.

“His name is Frank Iero. He doesn’t go to our school.” Unfortunately. I almost added. Mikey rolled his eyes. Of course, he must’ve been thinking. Gerard goes for someone who he’ll most-likely never see again. I sighed and stood up, walking to Mikey to grab his plate.

“I’ll do the dishes tonight.” Mikey took the plates, motioning me up the stairs. Weird. We usually had fights over who would do the dishes, usually me ending up with the job. I pushed he thought from my mind and walked up the stairs. I’ll try to find him on Facebook.

I opened my laptop, going into Chrome and then FB. I put Frank’s name into the search engine, like twenty names came up, hopefully he would have a pic of himself for his profile pic….

YEAH!!!!!!! Perfect. Shit. That was a very sexy photo of him. All I was able to do for the first few minutes was look at the pic. I messaged him, telling him it was me, then pressed ‘add friend’, hoping that he would accept.

Almost instantly he accepted it. I got onto private messaging, maybe I could set up a day where we could hang out.

Me: Hey whatsup

Frank: Nothin much, u

Me: Just the same old boring life I have

Frank: Yeah, totaly. but dont u have more to do since ur, uh…..

I knew what he meant. I was, not to be a bastard, but yeah, I was rich. My parents were very wealthy people. I went to a private school, lived in a huge five bed, three and a half bath house. I understood.

Me: yeah, no sweat man. my life is still really boring. xpecially when the boys leave. 1 bass and vocal isnt much fun

Frank: wht?

oh, the band im guessing

got any room for a guitarist?

Me: yeah. theres me on vocals, ray on guitar, bob on drums, and my bro on bass

Frank: ur lucky. ive always wanted to be in a band, but i have no friends. just u

Shit. That’s horrible. I’m his only friend, an honor, but still, it was horrible. No friends……..

Me: y dont u have friends? ur a pretty alright guy to me.

I regretted the words as soon as I pressed enter. That was a really awful thing to say after the car. A deep red blush burned my cheeks. A beep from the laptop signaled that he had sent another message.

Frank: *deep blush* im sure u know why *blush redens*

My palms went all sweaty and I cursed the tight uniform trousers that beat down my rising erection. I could’ve passed out right then, but another beep sounded.

Frank: so, u uh, if its not too embarrassing to be seen with a public schooler, u wanna hang out sometime?

Me: yeah! totally! when u wanna hang out

Frank: uh, idk 2morrow anytime after school is fine

Notes

so yeah, thats that chapter. next one will be up l8r promise.