The True, F*cked-Up Tales Of My Innocent Foursome.

"Lynz, I can't... Not tonight..." Gerard trailed off, looking sympathetically into the eyes of his partner. She sighed, and nodded her head, drawing her lips from his neck this a final wet suck that made him shudder.
"I know what you mean, it feels kind of forced..." she explained a little sadly, removing the knee from one side of his waist and falling back down on the couch the other side of him, arms that were pushed against the top of the back of the seat falling down to her sides. They breathed heavily, in sync a little, as Gerard did up the button of his collar that Lynz had torn loose, fingers lightly tailing over the mark she'd left.
"There's this girl," he began, and as soon as Lyn-Z had hear the words, she frowned and knew exactly what was next. Either he'd cheated, or she wasn't good enough for him. "-And-"
"Oh, you leave it there Gerard! We all know what's next, and you don't have to even say the fucking words for me to get the message! I'm leaving, I don't care if you were supposed to be ordering take ou-" She snapped, shocked at the sudden way the evening had turned out. She was pretty damn certain that this 'girl' had pretty much ruined her month-long relationship she shared with Gerard. However, the end of her sentence was interrupted by her -maybe ex- boyfriend.
"-Lyn-Z Ballato!" Gerard raised his voice, although it wasn't quite a shout. He was never the loud or violent type when it came to the couple's uncommon arguments. That's why Lyn-z's mouth shut at once when he'd spoken. "Look, she's my brother's best friend." He took another deep breath, relishing in the shocked expression on her face, "-and she's two years younger than him."
Her expression turned from shock to horror as she heard the words from his mouth. Her body stiffened in the seat, and her mouth was rough as sand paper. She felt ill, felt the need to vomit. Her head was light- she'd forgotten to breathe. But breathing wasn't the only one of her major worries- Gerard had been cheating on her with a fifteen-year-old?! She suddenly remember that she was human, and took in a rather deep breath of air. "Y-you're fucking a-a-a fifteen y-year old?!" she stammered out, running through it in her brain.
Not only was he cheating on her, he was screwing a minor. He could be locked up, labelled a paedophile, anything like that. The thing that worried her was whether this high-school girl had even given consent... Yet, she would never think so lowly of Gerard. She had to remind herself that he was the boy that had pulled her back from the joints and the drink too many times to count. She had to remind herself that she'd been illegal-drug-free for a month and a half because of him.
"No! Never, never, never!" he choked out, and she looked up from her stage outfit skirt to see the shocked, disgusted expression on the twenty-one-year-old's face. "She just..." he sighed and shook his head, and as the realization settled into her stomach, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. He wasn't screwing her. "She loves to antagonise me... She just teases me, and I let it get to me because I... I want her. There's something about her that just draws you in."
Lyn-Z hissed a curse, and then another kind of dark realization rolled over her. She wasn't good enough, he liked someone else. And that girl he liked, was six years younger. Her gaze latched back onto her hands, which were in her lap, balled into fists clutching fiercely onto her tartan skirt.
"And this kind of teasing involves?" she hissed out, and as her gaze is directed solely into her lap, she is unable to see the concerned, worried look on his face.
"She... plays songs about classroom and detention sex on her speaker when we I come into the classroom... She misbehaves and makes suggestive comments..." he listed quietly, frowning. "She's unbelievable. And the thing is, she isn't overly pretty- she doesn't compare to you, and never will do." Lyn-Z looked back up to his eyes- they seemed sincere and sad. He was being honest- she knew Gerard hated lying, and more than anything, he hated lying to her. And she also knew that if he brought up a topic, he didn't want to lie about it. He wanted to be as honest as he could.
"You're kidding, right?" she smiled weakly. So he wasn't cheating, and she was good enough? This was music to Lyn-Z ears. I've been fretting about him leaving me since he brought her up, and here he is telling me that the girl he desires will not compare to me? she smiled lightly, many worries going away, however that nagging sensation wouldn't leave.
"No, definitely not, why would I kid about this? It's her twisted personality that draws me to her in the weirdest way though..." Gerard jammed his eyes in his palms, seemingly forgetting about the black eyeliner he would smudge and smear by doing this. "She's so fucked up, and so complicated..."
Lynz didn't know what to think of this, yet she desperately wanted her personality to be complimented, to hear him tell her she was beautiful not only outside, but inside as well. She wanted to be reassured that this high-school girl had nothing on her, like he'd said about her looks. She was about to open her mouth, however there was a sharp knock on the door. Lynz jumped out of her 'high school' stage costume.
"Fuck," Gerard groaned, lifting his legs off the sofa, and propelling himself off. She looked back at him, and then she didn't need his reassurance or compliments to tell her she was all his. He flashed her that perfect, crooked smile that flashed so much love, and so much care it defined what he felt for her. Then, he walked over to the back off the sofa where she leant back, her head turned over her shoulder and the back of the couch, and pressed a sweet, closed kiss to her mouth through smiling lips. This made her chuckle slightly.
"Shit, fuck, Mr. Way?!" There was a voice that sounded outside, cursing, and a thud, as wet plinking sounds erupted from outside the door. Lynz jumped away from his as Gerard gasped and ran to the door.
"Frank?!" Lynz kept quiet, she had never heard this much pain and hurt and shock in Gerard's voice. Lyn-Z heard the door throw open and chocked sobs from a male voice.
"Mr. Way, I couldn't... She..."
"It's Gerard- fuck!" Gerard hissed aloud, and Lynz heard another thump. "Right, Frank, help me bring her in," Lynz stood abruptly as she heard shuffling and an closing of a door. Who the hell was this Frank guy, and who was 'she' and 'her'? Her eyes were suddenly drawn to Gerard and a scrawny, short looking kid, possibly no older than Gerard's younger brother Mikey with a hoodie drawn over his blackened tear-streaked face, and they were carrying a body by its hands and feet. Lynz gasped in horror as she looked at them, as he placed the body down on the wooden floor of his ground-floor flat.
"I-I left her for the n-night, g-got about f-five m-minutes away and t-then I-I r-remembered I h-had f-forgot Pansy, my guitar, -so I walked b-back a-and w-when I-I got to h-her room, she-she was l-like this!" he cried out, sobbing, crossing his legs on the floor next to the body and clasping it's hand in his lap. The boy, Frank, she presumed, was dressed in black and white converse, skinny jeans and a plain white tee, all of which were stained with blood. His hands and lap was stained even more from the body's blood, as it dripped in slowing streams from her wrist.
Gerard looked from Lynz to Frank. The young boy was in such a state, and yet Lynz had no idea of the situation, or who the body was, or who the boy was. Regardless, she knelt by the girls, it was a girl, face, and pushed her light blonde hair out of her eyes and off her neck. Lynz felt around for a pulse, and found it with ease under her jaw, face furrowed with concentration. She was unconscious, yet alive.
"I would ask you to introduce us, Gerard, but since a girl's life is at stake, we'll sort that out afterwards. Now take this young man to the bathroom and run him a bath, shower, whatever he needs, and fetch out some of your clothes for him." Lynz was not used to giving orders like this, however something had clicked in her when she'd seen the boys carrying in the body.
She used to be a trainee nurse- she used to work in departments that staunched bleeding from a self-inflicted wound. Lynz knew that some of her confidence and incredibly strong will to help people came from her nursing days. She'd had to pull out of work, of course, when she'd found comfort in alcohol, her bass, and weed. And she missed it. Oh, she missed the job. Now was the perfect opportunity to help this young woman, and she would not let it go. She would save her.
"Y-Yes, I will do," Gerard pried the hand from the sobbing boys grip and laid it down on the floor gently- a sight of compassion. Did he know her? He wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders and lead him to the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Lynz turned her head back to the girl, and turned her arms over.
After identifying the only wounds on her body were on her wrist, she examined them and left the girl for a moment to retrieve a first aid kit from Gerard's drawer in the kitchen- she remembered when she'd slipped over once and hit her head on the sharp glass of the edge of his dining room table, and he'd got it and treated the wound for her. The cuts were drawn perfectly- three straight ones lining both arms from the wrist to the crease of her elbow. They weren't particularly deep, yet deep enough to bleed profusely, and they looked cavernous to any inexperienced eye. Deep enough to scare the shit of out any untrained high-school kid. Maybe she hadn't tried to kill herself. More like a cry for help.
After bandaging the cuts, she tilted her head up. The bathroom door was open, and the loud sound of running shower water filled the air. Lynz had zoned out so much just by working on staunching the bleeding that she forgot to even note sounds. The air's stench was rich with blood, which made if quite frankly hard to ignore the scent. She looked back at the girl- up and down her body with her dark eyes.
She looked a little strange, I'll tell you that. he clothes were stained with blood, a plain white vest tee that ended mid-thigh with spaghetti straps, and plain black leggings. Her clothes were simple. Painting clothes, was the first thing that came to Lyn-Z's mind. Clothes you'd wear if you were planning to get them dirty. So maybe this had been a cry for help, a plan.
Her hair was wavy, very wavy in fact, almost ringlet-like in some places and it was a blonde with as many white streaks, medium streaks and dark sandy brown streaks as there were colours in the sky. She's a natural blonde, Lynz thought, looking at her dark, long fluttering eyelashes. Possibly one of the only ones these days. Her hair ended at the pit of her arm, and ran over her shoulders. It was the only thing on her body that didn't look bedraggled, matted and wrecked, or covered in blood.
Her face was alright looking, though her nose was a little long and she had many spots and blemishes. She wasn't pretty, or cute, but she had some kind of strange appeal to her that even Lynz couldn't fathom. Her eyes were coated with the right amount of eyeliner- to too flimsy and not too overboard with tiny flicks at the sides, her eyelashes were dark and curvy, and her lips were a natural candyfloss pink. On her feet were long, just-below-the-knee black and white converse that zipped up at the back. They were clean, spotless even.
"I-is she-she going to be okay?" Lyn-Z's head snapped up from the girl, and looked back at her boyfriend, who was peeking his head around the shower door. She nodded, gesturing for him to sit down on a place of the floor that wasn't splattered with blood next to her and the girl. Gerard obliged, more than happy to, and they both looked at her.
"She'll be fine, she'll be awake in five. I don't think she wanted to kill herself- the cuts are not deep enough and apparently she did it just after the boy had left. It was probably a scare."
"A scare?" Gerard seemed to stiffen at this. "Frank told me that before he left, she had grinned at him and told him she'd do something silly. He didn't assume it would be this, and just replied to it with 'Seph, I keep my cigarette stash in my pocket. Not my weed stash,' which made them both laugh."
Lynz stiffened at the mention of drugs. Gerard uttered an apology once he realized the effect the name still had on her- sometimes he forgot that certain topics could bring back painful memories. "You owe me an explanation." she said, a little hint of teasing in her voice, her eyes wide.
"Ah yes," he said, and she crossed her legs and got herself comfortable before he spoke. "Frank is the boy that brought Persephone," he gestures to the girl, "and they're my brothers two single best friends from school." Her jaw dropped as realization sank in. So this was Gerard's fifteen year old crush? She looked much older, seventeen or eighteen at the least, and she could see why he was drawn to her- she was fucked up as hell, and she was attractive in the strangest of ways. Lynz was attracted to her in the strangest of ways, and she didn't even know why. Hopefully, nothing would become of her or her boyfriends infatuation with Persephone.
"I gave him my address in school yesterday, because tomorrow he's supposed to be coming over and giving me guitar lessons. He explained to me that he'd found her and that I was the only person he could think of that had any first-aid training, without taking her to the hospital. She had said to me, him and Mikey a while ago that she hated hospitals, and anyone that took her there she would kill, then burn in the afterlife when she died herself." He chuckled a little at the memory, which made Lyn-Z frown. Did he say things about her when she wasn't around? Did he chuckle, grin and laugh when he shared their memories with others?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a rather large breath, and a faint noise like a groan. The girls eyelashes fluttered open, and gazed at them with mild curiosity. Her eyes were a light teal, a beautiful shade of green-blue, and they were dark, very dark. "Mr. Way?" Her low voice filled the eerie room with a deep rich tone. Lynz wanted to hear her talk again, in her accent that sounded perfectly British. Gerard nodded, and clasped her hand, as a sign of comfort, Lynz hoped.
She needed to know who this girl was, and who this boy was that brought her here. And more importantly, she needed to know what drew Gerard to these strange, young people. Because she wanted to feel it too.

Notes

Hello!! Just had an awesome idea about Gerard confessing he was into another girl to his current girlfriend Lyn-Z, and then after his confession it was pretty much off the top of my head. I wanted to make Seph slightly more f*cked up than usual, so yeah, and that kinda thing. Comments are always appreciated, and so are requests! The next one may be a little more smutty, but please do request things, I'm happy to include other OC's and other band members!
~ Dalena Ann Way-Iero
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