Salt My Wounds But I Can't Heal The Way I Feel About You

24th October 1999 – Sunday
Gerard did not remember ever being as exhausted on weekends as he had been the last few weeks. He had been going to quite a few parties, some with Gabe, Andy and Bob, others with Pete, Patrick, Mikey, and Alicia, or sometimes with Ray, Ryan and Brendon, although they didn't go to as many parties and preferred to stay at either's house playing video games.

He tried to avoid going to the same parties that Frank went to, even though sometimes it was inevitable. He wasn't getting laid all the time as well, sometimes he just wanted to chill with the guys and maybe play some beer pong.

All that aside though, it was Frank's 18th birthday in a week and even if the guy had been a complete asshole towards him, he was still going to get him a present. In Gerard's mind Frank was still one of his best friends and you didn't turn 18 everyday. He still had no idea what to get him though, maybe he'd paint him something. Yeah, he thought, that was totally it. He could probably also afford to buy him a small present too. He was still working on what to draw him though so he couldn't be too ahead of himself thinking on what to buy him, it'd all come to him eventually, most things to do with his creative process did.

He got out of bed and groaned, his hangover wasn't the worst that he had had, but that didn't exactly make it pleasant. He figured he'd go pour himself a cup of coffee and then he could start brainstorming ideas for Frank's present.

He walked into the kitchen, got his coffee and walked out of the kitchen as quick as ever, earning him a yell of his name from Mikey.

He sighed. “What do you want Mikes?” He yelled back.

“Why are you in such a rush, it's Sunday man.” Mikey replied.

“I'm just gonna work on some stuff for Frank's present, you know sketches and shit.”

“Oh,” Mikey said. “Yeah his party's on Saturday.”

Gerard felt his stomach drop, Frank was having a party and nobody had told him about anything. He was attached but he wasn't stupid, he knew he wasn't invited.

“Helloooo Gerard, are you even fucking listening?” Mikey said.

“Huh?” Gerard replied, finally snapped out of his trance.

“I asked you if you were going to Frank's party, since you guys are not speaking at all.” Mikey muttered.

“Um, I actually wasn't invited.” Gerard said, barely above a whisper.

“What the fuck?” Mikey suddenly shouted. “He seriously didn't fucking invite you to his 18th birthday party?” He asked, running out of the kitchen and facing Gerard.
Gerard shrugged. “No I guess not.”

“Oh fuck this shit.” Mikey said, pacing. “The only reason I'm not over at his house right now beating his ass is because you asked me not to.” Mikey said pointing at Gerard. “But if you're not going then I'm sure as shit not going.” He stated.

Gerard sighed frustrated. “Fine whatever but this stays between you and me. I don't want everyone knowing I wasn't invited.”

Mikey scowled at him. “He deserves for people to know he's an asshole though.” Mikey said desperately. “Please just let me tell people what he did to you.”

“No Mikey fuck off, people won't see it as Frank being an asshole, they'll see it as me being a loser, just fucking don't.” Gerard shouted at him.

“Woah okay I'm sorry.” Mikey said, with a softer tone. “Just fine, whatever you want Gee.”

“I'm just gonna go back downstairs.” Gerard said.

“You better not be making that asshole a birthday present.” Mikey warned.

“Fuck you Mikey I do what I want. Besides I'm not going to be as much of an asshole as he is.” Gerard said as he slammed the door to his basement.

Notes

sorry for continuously making your heart ache