You're So Dark

"When I said we have to be at Ryan’s at two, I didn’t say you have to be ready in four minutes, Gee," Brendon rolled his eyes while Gerard was picking clothes out with a towel around his waist, muffling through the closet eagerly.

“Whatever,” Gerard groaned and dug out a pair of Green Arrow boxers.

“The other Green guy? How many of those have you got?” Brendon laughed.

“A few,” Gerard made a face which caused Brendon to crack up. “Turn your nosy pumpkin head around now so I can put these on.”

Brendon rolled his eyes. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he mumbled, but he turned around obediently.

He looked around the spacious room, with dark red walls and a black curtain over one small window behind the old, beaten up couch. The floor was covered in a dark grey carpet which was probably black some time ago, but it obviously faded. Gerard’s bed was reasonably big, probably made for two and with a few red cushions plopped around it randomly. The sheets were black and now messy, with white patches at the edges where the Star Wars logo, Yoda and Darth Vader’s faces were printed randomly. The room was quite tidy, except for the pile of laundry in one corner and the desk with a lamp and probably like three gazillion papers and notebooks and books and comics on it. Gerard even had a bookshelf beside the desk and it was filled with old comics, new comics, special edition comics, Gerard’s handwritten comics, mangas, DVDs, CDs, ancient vinyls and a giant stack of horror books. There was also a shelf filled with Fangoria magazines.

The collection was impressive, if you asked Brendon, but gut-spilling topics weren’t exactly his cup of tea. He was more of a Marilyn-Monroe-and-steampunk kind of guy.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Gerard said and Brendon turned around at the sound of his voice.

He was now fully dressed, nothing special - a Pulp tee, black skinnies and a matching hoodie - but he looked really fucking good. His hair was all tangled up and damp, looking even more dark than usual. Darn, Brendon thought, if Mr. Iero doesn’t fall for this, I don’t know what drug he’s on.
“Dang son,” he smirked. “You look really fucking fine.”

“Ya think?” Gerard blushed and pulled him up. When they managed to climb to the ground floor, the sounds of Mikey and Donna screaming at each other reached their ears and Gerard rolled his eyes, nothing unusual there. Though he did catch a few words of the discussion which intrigued him enough to go into the kitchen, Brendon following, and see what the fuss was about.

“You don’t understand, okay?” Mikey yelled cupping his jaw with his hands.

“Well explain it, then!” His mother said in a strict tone.

“I don’t want to go out with her. I don’t like her. I like someone else!” Mikey sighed loudly.

“Why don’t you at least give her a chance? I know how hard it is for you to strike up a conversation with a girl you don’t know, and Alicia really likes you, Michael.” She still tried.

“Mom, I think you should-” Gerard tried to butt in, but his mother wasn’t really digging the idea.

“Stay out of it, Gerard.”

“I told you I already have someone!” Mikey shouted, turning hysterical.

“No, you didn’t! You told me you liked someone! Now, who’s that someone you have? How did you manage to talk to her? What’s her name?” She tried to ease the tension, but only bringing already pissed Mikey into further paranoia.

Gerard wanted to roll his eyes because it was plain obvious what was going on when it came to Pete and Mikey, so obvious even Donna could pick it up.

“That’s the deal, mom! It’s not a fucking girl!” Mikey yelled then gasped and put a hand over his mouth when he realized what he said.

Donna just stared at him for like five seconds.

“Did you know about this?” She looked at Gerard who nodded weakly.

“Well…” she blinked. “I just hope it’s not that Pete boy, I think he might be a bit insane.”

Mikey gawked at her for like fifteen seconds before he burst into laughter which almost drove him to tears. Brendon and Gerard were laughing, too, a bit confused by the irony in all this.

“Yeah, um,” Mikey finally spoke, “about Pete…”

“I don’t want to know,” she made a face. Gerard cracked up. “I just realized I probably won’t have grandchildren,” Donna glared at Mikey and then Gerad, who widened his eyes in confusion, Brendon behind him chuckling like a fool. “Oh come on, Gerard, don’t act all innocent on this one.”

“What did I do?” He cried.
“I didn’t say anything,” she shook her head with amusement. Gerard just ‘ugh’-ed and pulled Brendon into the living room.

“Where’s Pat?” He asked when they sat on the couch.

“We’re gonna go pick him up in about an hour.” Brendon said. “Have you got anything to eat?”

“I think mom made breakfast of some sort, go ask Mikey,” Gerard said and focused his attention on the TV. He was down again, he had no freaking idea why and it was all like scrambled in his mind and he was really worried and didn’t know why about that either.

He felt like he had some sort of big exam in a half an hour and he never even took a glance at the lesson. Literally. Then his mind went back to Mr. Iero and bam – post-birth depression. Well, not exactly post-birth, okay, he was a virgin with a dick but he felt really weird down there these days anyway so he might as well could’ve been growing a uterus.

Ignore that one.

“Gerard, come eat something,” Donna called him from the kitchen. He groaned and lifted his ass from the couch. The trip to the kitchen was short but eventful since he bumped his knee like three times within ten feet.

“What’s the deal with you?” She asked him when he settled at the table, standing beside the counter while Bren and Mikey were eating at the table.

“What?” He looked at her. She quirked an eyebrow and he just rolled his eyes.

“Grandma is coming on Monday,” she smiled. Gerard’s mood wasn’t exactly repairable now but that made him a shade of pitch-black less emo.

“Awesome,” he said genuinely, even though it sounded like she told him Grandma died rather than was moving in their town.

“Gerard, what’s happening to you?” She seemed really worried now, and that made both Mikey and Brendon shut up.

“Nothing?” He said without interest, picking on the plate of cold pancakes she put in front of him.

“You’re lying,” she made a face which was all like ‘I know what you’re up to and I’m totally not satisfied with it so I’m gonna bug you a bit more’.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes again. Donna started losing her shit so she left the room before she got pissed at him.

The time before they went to Patrick’s went by in Gerard being a killjoy[no pun intended], Mikey being a paranoid piece of shit because of Pete and Brendon simply being the jolly gay he was.

“Bye, Mikes,” Gerard called out before he closed the front door behind him and Brendon.

“You’re much hotter with a smile,” Brendon made a face at Gerard who just sighed.

“You’re much hotter with your mouth closed,” he glared at him and Brendon rolled his eyes.

They hopped on Gerard’s famous bike and managed to get to Patrick’s building uninjured, even though Gerard was probably mentally scarred for life by Brendon’s constant ranting about Ryan and his body parts.

“We have to be there when?” Patrick yawned.

“At two,” Brendon said, walking around Patrick’s room frantically. “It’s one forty, man, shouldn’t you be getting ready yet?” He looked at Patrick who was still in his pajama. Which was pink. With purple giraffes on it.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes and went to his room to change.

Gerard sighed and accidentally kicked his elbow against the chair he was sitting on. He was so clumsy today it was weird but he just shrugged it off.

“Ready?” Pat walked into the living room, fixing his fedora.

Brendon was now full-nervous and pacing around the room like a maniac and he didn’t take his time to answer. “Yeah, let’s go. Can you take the Volvo?”

Patrick shrugged but nodded. “I guess so. Mom, can I take the Volvo?” he yelled.

“Sure, just be careful and don’t let Brendon drive,” her voice sounded from somewhere in the apartment. Gerard giggled and Brendon rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go,” Patrick grabbed the keys from the bowl in the hallway and they all exited the building[with Gerard almost falling over Brendon and Patrick several times]. They got to Ryan’s building in like ten minutes, since it was like twelve blocks away from Patrick’s and around five blocks away from Gerard’s house.

It was an old building, really preserved though, with massive black windows and really clean walls and just some weird home atmosphere even in the shitty lighting of the corridor. They were walking upstairs and Gerard was basically Grim Reaper because it started raining and he pulled his hood up and now he wanted to send some sims to heaven.

The walls in the corridor were some weird color which seemed like a mashup between dark gray and some silvery shade of purple. The floor was also gray and tiled, really slippery as well if you were a clumsy-ass snail like Gerard.

“Mikey texted me,” Patrick said. Gerard looked at him questioningly. “He says he and Pete are coming over at around 5,” he raised an eyebrow in confusion and Gerard just shrugged his shoulders.

Brendon knocked on Ryan’s door which he opened with a huge smile. Brendon looked like he just won the lottery and Gerard simply waved and entered the apartment behind Patrick. Ryan showed them where shit is and fifteen minutes later, they were all chilling in the living room and talking about random stuff.

Ryan’s place was really neat and cozy, the living room decorated in all shades of brown and antique yellow which looked like they were lying around a suburban family home. It was really cool, Gerard loved it, it reminded him of his old house in Chicago a lot.

Dad’s house.

“So, Gerard, what’s happening in your life?” Ryan asked Gerard who was staring at some dot on the wall. Gerard winced because he snapped out of it.

“Oh, uhm, I-“

“Gerard is in the love depression,” Brendon chimed in[no pun intended].

“Oh?” Ryan looked amused. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

“It isn’t a girl,” Gerard said quietly and Ryan’s face remained amused, which encouraged him to not run out of the apartment like a chicken.

“He’s playing hard to get?” He smiled like he was telling Gerard it was okay to keep talking about it.

“Actually, he's impossible to get,” Gerard sighed. Patrick made a face like he was sick and Gerard then felt even worse because he sometimes hated the fact Patrick empathized way too much.

“How come?” Ryan furrowed his brow.

“Oh man, it’s Mr. Iero,” Brendon said and Gerard glared at him. Brendon covered his mouth with his hand like he just realized he’d spoken too soon.

“Shit man,” Ryan said shaking his head. “Oh my fucking god.” He widened his eyes.

“What?” Gerard looked at him.

“You said Mikey and Pete are coming over at 5. Ray is coming home from work at 5, and he never carries his keys around so I always have to go open the door for him when Frank, uh, Mr. Iero is not home. And Frank’s car is in the parking lot, so, he’s home. And we have to go down and unlock the door for them because it’s an automatic which locks like fifteen minutes after you unlock it.” he grinned.

“Wait wait wait, who’s Ray?” Gerard still didn’t get it.

“Mr. Iero’s roommate.” Ryan smirked.

*

“Zombieland? Again?” Pete grimaced and Mikey just rolled his eyes. They were at Pete’s, deciding which movie to watch before they went to Ryan’s. Pete’s parents weren’t home which was pretty convenient since his dad hated Mikey for whatever reason. Well, he didn’t exactly like Pete either so Mikey guessed it was okay.

“Yes,” Mikey grinned and Pete sighed loudly before getting up from the couch and shoving the CD inside. He sat beside Mikey who gawked at the screen where the intro thingie started playing.

They were watching the movie in silence, when around the end Mikey just decided to throw popcorn into Pete’s hood which made him shrug and elbow Mikey’s side. Mikey ‘ow’-ed and glared at him which sent him into total giggles because Mikey was too cute when he’d pout and Pete just couldn’t hold it so he kissed him again.

Mikey was all like ‘oh shit what’ and then he realized what was happening and he decided that he should consider kissing back. And he did. And it was awesome.

“I think we should, uhm, get to Ryan’s.” Pete looked at him without much breath when he moved away.

“Yeah. We should.” Mikey nodded and blinked twice.

*

“Well fuck you, Ray,” Frank said aloud when he closed the door of his apartment. He didn’t even tie his shoelaces, he just yanked the sneakers on like that and hoped it was his on-balance day. So he started whistling some random tune and he ran down two flights of stairs before he crashed into someone who smelt like raspberries. And the person had a really cool shirt as much as he could tell because his head was kinda inside the stranger’s stomach now and his eyes read ‘Pulp’.

Gerard wasn’t thinking when he turned around and started cruising around the slippery floor tiles because he felt someone run into him at like lightning speed and the person knocked him down. Then he realized the stranger’s hands were tattooed and that sent him into a huge depression again because Mr. Iero’s hands were tattooed. And then he saw the big orange letters reading ‘Halloween’ and then his vision went kinda black for a second. Not that it wasn't black before because the lighting was like really shitty. The person managed to get himself off Gerard and Gerard stood up, gawking.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you here,” Mr. Iero said with an awkward smile.

But nuh-fucking-uh because this wasn’t Mr. Iero. This was some badass punk rock hot dude in a Smashing Pumpkins tee and ripped skinnyjeans and eyeliner and styling gel in his hair and oh fucking hell Gerard wanted to kick him in the face[and then make out with him and other shit].

Notes

Yeah hi sorry I was just procrastinating.

The good thing is that I aced my shit at school[ok almost aced] and it's summer break so yeah yay I hope I find the strength to type all these chapters I'm planning on doing so three cheers for Milo.

YEAH AND LOOK FORWARD TO CHAPTER 27 THAT WILL BE SOME REALLY GOOD SHIT I MIGHT HAD ALREADY WRITTEN IT U NEVER KNO