Be The Flame In The House Of Cards

Gerard wasn't feeling hungry today, which was odd. Instead, he sat in yesterday's table and motioned for me to follow. The rest of his friends chatted amongst themselves, and as I settled down, I undid the little braids in my hair. I saw that Billie was poking a finger at Hayley's book, causing her to yell. "Don't you dare start a riot, Billie!" He chuckled under his breath and started to annoy the shit out of Austin. The boy simply turned back in a rage. "S-stop!" Billie mimicked with a simple 'staph!'.

Gerard fiddled with his pencil across his notebook. I smiled to him. "Whatcha writing?"

He shook his head, and his words came as a whisper. "Drawing," he corrected. "But I do like to write."

"Is there anything else you like?" I asked, pulling strands of hair from his face to his ears. Those hazel eyes genuinely looked into mine, golden orbs sparkling. The ends of his lips lifted up, curving into a wide grin. "Um, yeah."

"Like what?" I began, completely intrigued in what Gerard had to say. His face lightened up a little more, and he began to twirl his hair between his fingertips like an elementary student.

"Well, I like tea."

I gasped playfully. "What? What about coffee?" I said. Gerard frowned and looked like he was about to cry.

"I-I'm s-so s-s-sorry!" he pleaded.

"It's okay, Gee," I reassured him. "Nothing wrong with that. Have you tasted coffee?"

He looked down to his feet and blushed. "No." Did I seriously make him feel embarrassed?

"Well, how about I bring you some coffee sometime?" Gerard smiled, "Yeah!"

Soon, Mitchell had made it to our table, and said he wanted to talk to me in private. I turned to Gerard.

" 's that okay with you, Gee?"

He nodded and bit his tongue. As if he had to say something, but didn't.

"Where should we go, Mitch?" I asked. Gerard half smiled to me, holding his notebook with written text up to me. I'll go to another table, you guys go ahead and chat :)

"Okay, um, we'll do that then. See you in a few."

Gerard waved to us before going to another table. Mitchell wiggled his eye brows to me.

"Looks like somebody and somebody are best friends," he laughed.

"He's so adorable, how can I not be best friends with that little guy?"

Mitchell raised his hand over my head. "Not as little as you, Frank. You're like...one inch tall."

"Oh stop it, it's not that bad," I scoffed. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Gerard, what else?" he smirked.

"So, did you find anything about him while you were here?"

"Well, I can't get much of his story out. I do know that he AIWS, and once I remember him telling me about 'the voices'?"

"He's...he's schizophrenic?"

"Or...at least he used to be. I think he's been cured from that for a while, but he still has his imaginary friend."

"Yeah," I said. "He still has Tony."

"You know," Mitch said, softly. "You've gotten him to speak, do you think you can get him to sing?"

"What for?" I smirked. I loved to sing too. And play guitar, of course.

"Well, the whole academy's gonna be in a music routine I think later today and tomorrow. Maybe you can bring Gerard and we can all sing together?"

"That sounds fantastic," I grinned. "Speaking of, I should really get Gee back to the table, who knows where he wandered off." My eyes searched the room aimlessly.

There was a crowd. Mitchell gasped. "That's the bipolar crowd..."

I could hear something. I could hear screaming. Screaming in a Jersey accent. Where's a hero when you need one?

Notes

the song with or without you by u2 is amazing...

new chapter c:

oh yeah did anyone hear about Gerard making a solo record? just me?