Gerard's POV:

When I got home from school, all I really wanted to do was my art homework and sleep. I entered my bedroom and slung myself over my black sheeted double bed. It seems to be more comfortable when I don't have the option of sleeping in it.
I heard someone shout, but I'm not quite sure if the voice was talking to me or Mikey. I figured it was Mikey seen as he answered.
"Yeah, nearly done ma."
"Gerard?"
"Yeah mom?"
"Are you nearly ready? It's 4:45. We're leaving at half 5. And ready by then or not, you're coming however you are at half 5. You got that?"
Urgh, I really don't want to go. Going to a "gathering" means socialising. And socialising equals awkwardness in my case.
"Uhm... Yeah, sure, getting ready, that one"
I practically rolled out of bed, as I had no effort to get up any other way. I shuffled across to my wardrobe, opened it and tried to find something that my mom would class as "presentable".
I have a few pairs of skinnys that have no rips in them. I am NOT wearing any trousers that are not skinny whether it kills me or not. I'm too used to wearing skinnys now, that if i wear baggy clothes, it feels weird. Ew no.
I slip on my best pair of skinny jeans. Believe it or not, they are one of my oldest pairs that still fit me, but I have kept in almost perfect condition because they are the only ones that actually fit me perfectly. Most others are too baggy, or too tight, or too short, or too long etc. I would get more of these ones, but my mom bought them me and she can't remember the shop name, oh.
I decide to wear a shirt, but which one? I have a white one, which I wear to funerals and weddings, so that's out of the question. I have a red one, but I wanted to wear my red tie, so I can't wear that one. I put my light blue one on, but it didn't go with my tie and looked funny. My only other options were a red and black checkered one, a black and white checkered one, and I have two black ones.
I went for one of my black ones. I put my faded black shirt on, and adjusted my fire engine red tie. Now all I had to do was brush my hair, get some shoes on and do my eyeliner. But first, I grabbed a belt with skulls on. I'm too punk rock for this.
First I applied eyeliner to the bottom and top of my eyes, and then i brushed my hair. I kind of back combed it a little so it went up a bit. All that's left to do know is to find some shoes. I went for a pair of black doc martens and I grabbed my fluffy, green parker coat, my phone and earphones, then headed downstairs.
20 minutes later and we were sat in the car on the way to the Bruce's house. She didn't live that far away from us, but it's a bit chilly outside, so we didn't want to have to walk back at night time in the cold spring air. 5 minutes later and we had parked over the road. I nervously got out of the car and heard Mikey snigger. I turned around to see he was laughing at me. Probably at the way I'm dressed, or how I look so anxious. I shrugged it off and walked behind mom.
"You had a good day at school, Gerard?"
"Yeah thanks mom, didn't get too much homework, only art. Which is easy anyway. How about your day at work?"
"Oh it was great, not too busy so I could just get on with things. How was your day Mikey?"
"Great mom, me and ray were talking about GTA 5 coming out (Grand Theft Auto 5 if you didn't know that). Erm... Could you maybe... erm-"
"Yes, I'll buy it for you." Mom chuckled.
"Gee, thanks mom!"
"No problem sweetie, anything for my two princes. Do you want anything as well Gerard?"
"Well, if you're offering. I saw this really cool Papa Roach t-shirt the other day."
"You can have two things, seen as Mikey's will cost a lot and those t-shirts you buy cost about half as much most of the time."
"Erm, could I think about it?"
"Sure honey, just let me know by Thursday night, as I'll go buy them on Friday for when you come home from school."
"Thanks mom, love you."
"Love you too, sweet pea."
With all that conversation, I didn't even realise we had entered the house and was now in the lounge. Now I felt really awkward and got my phone out and went on twitter. I have a few favourite accounts that can't go a day without making me laugh. Most of my tweets are probably retweets from them.
* @ieroing mentioned you in a tweet!*
Ooo, this must be the reply from earlier.
I said to Nee that I kind of, sort of, maybe made a new friend at school today.
* @gerardway wow, that's rad *
Huehuehue I love Nee and Harmony on twitter. There are also a few other accounts I like, but my all time favourites are jagoopy, harmony and nee.
"Hi Gerard!"
I nearly dropped my phone at the shock of someone talking to me while I was miles away.
Izzabelle laughed at me.
"You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." She said, still giggling.
"Me? Oh...erm...yeah I'm fine, you?"
"I'm great."
She's wearing a white dress with butterflies on it that had a skater skirt look at the bottom half. Most butterflies were at the left shoulder, then getting less and less as they spiral downwards. She also has a pair of purple doc martens on.
"Wow, I never thought I'd see you in a dress."
She looked really embarrassed and uncomfortable at this point.
"You look really pretty though, you should wear them more often." I said with a smile, trying to sound as confident as I could, as I was still really nervous and shocked that someone was actually talking to me.
"Aw thank you, Gerard. You look really handsome too."
Cute.
"Thanks."
I didn't know what to say so I kind of just stood there hoping she would talk.
"You should talk more at school Gee - can I call you Gee? - but you should, I never really hear a peep out of you, except from that outburst in English today."
"Yeah sure, and what? You could hear me shouting from outside the classroom?" I said with a daunting look on my face.
"Yeah, everyone went quiet as soon as Miss went out the classroom so we could hear what she was saying."
"Shit."
"What little outburst?" Mikey said, trying to get a nosey of my business, and probably, trying to get me in trouble with mom and dad.
"Nothing." We both said at the same time.
"I'm watching you Gerard." He scowled.
Urgh I hate him so much, but I love him all the same, cause I mean he is family. You can't chose your family I guess.
Soon it was 10:30 pm and we were getting ready to leave. I actually had a really great time. I didn't have to socialise with too many people, and I talked to only Izzabelle for most of the night. We actually have a lot in common. Me and Izzabelle kept sneaking ourselves half a glass of vodka, then putting coke in it to hide the fact we were drinking alcohol. That's the first time I've drank that much ever, and I have so much energy and I'm in such a great mood. I normally only have like one beer at Christmas, birthdays and some parties/gatherings.
I shared a hug with Izzy, then left, trying the best I could to act sober in front of mom, dad and Mikey. Dad and mom were fooled, but I'm not quite sure Mikey was, as he kept watching me on the car ride home.
As soon as I got in, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, striped to my underwear, and collapsed onto my bed, falling into a deep sleep, while thinking about all the events that had happened that day.

Notes

(A/N HERE'S YOUR CHAPTER THREE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING DAYS FOR (WEEKS ON WATTPAD). I FINALLY DID IT! I'm proud of myself for finishing it actually. I do apologise that it took so long, but I had that illness that writer's get, often referred to as writer's block. I like this chapter the most actually. If you don't get what I mean with how I said G did his hair, it looks like Teacher Gerard hair and this one picture from DD, I'll find it and upload it sometime.

Anyway, enjoy my little killjoys, turtles and tigers.
Remember, keep running.
Peace, love, empathy,
mychemicalalexandria xo. )