From Couple to Siblings
~Chapter 5~
SCARRLETT'S P.O.V
"Okay, asshole. I'm glad you're "not" addicted, congratulations to you. But I just don't feel like smoking something that is harmful to my body and I really don't want to be caught consuming alcohol while I'm still underage. Okay?" I finished, stepping back from Frank, my arms crossed over my chest.
"And you know exactly why I won't drink or smoke, Frank. I've only explained it to you a million times." Gerard spat, stepping up into the shorter man's face.
"Well, why don't you explain it one more time, I seem to have lost those brain cells...Oh wait, that's right, I don't give a flying fuck!" Frank sneered. Gerard was about to have another go at him when Mikey worked his was between them.
"Alright ladies, that's enough." he snapped, looking back and forth to the both of them.
Gerard stepped back slowly, stopping right beside me. While Frank on the other hand, just turned and punched Mikey in the shoulder.....hard... before he spun around and stormed off, most likely to sulk.
"Well, on that lovely note, I think I better get home. Dad's probably worried." I sighed, slowly inching backwards.
"Well, here. Let me walk you home." Gee offered.
"Nah, it's fine. I only live a few blocks form here anyway." I lied. (I really lived on the other side of town.) I watched his face sink with disappointment as he muttered something like an 'oh, okay. bye.' before turning around.
I did the same, slipping my backpack over both shoulders and walking across the parking lot and out onto the sidewalk.
As I was walking away I could here everyone behind me start chanting 'Gee's gotta girlfriend. Gee's gotta girlfriend.' in an annoying-as-all-living-fuck, sing-songy voice. After that I just slipped on my headphones once again to be met with King for a Day by Pierce the Veil blaring into my ears.
The walk home was typical; getting stares from complete strangers because of my hair, getting stares from complete strangers because piercings, getting stares from completely because of how I'm dressed, and getting stares from complete strangers because my backpack is a Union Jack with Fuck You written on it in Sharpie about a dozen times.
That's when my phone started vibrating, scaring the living shit out of me.
Dad was calling me.
Fuck.
I slid one headphone off of my ear and pressed 'answer' on my screen.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"Walking home now."
"But where are you?"
"I'm about to pass the drug store."
"Can you pick up some Tylenol please?"
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Whatever you want for dinner."
"'Kay." And with that I ended the call and sighed before walking into the small, corner-drug store.
"Where are the pain killers?" I asked the kid behind the counter.
"Last isle on the right, at the very end." he replied, not even looking up at me. I simply nodded slowly and walked back to the corner of the store.
Grabbing the first bottle with Tylenol on it I see I walk back up to the counter and drop it down.
"This all for you?"
""Mhm."
"$5.27." he mumbled. I drug around in my pocket to find a crumpled up twenty which I dropped to the counter as well.
"Have a nice night." the man mumbled, handing me my change and a small bag. I took them from him, slipping the money into the bag before walking out to be met with a wave of rush-hour-home-goers.
Sighing I started to snake my way through the crowds of people in an attempt of getting to the alleyway off of Main Street.
***
"Dad, I'm home." I called as I stepped in the front door, only to see him slumped across the couch with a wet rag over his forehead.
Dropping my backpack to the floor I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water for my father. I grabbed the bottle of pain killers and took both into the living room, nearly slamming them down on the coffee table.
Once he was startled awake I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a small carton of fried rice from the other night out of the refrigerator.
Getting a bowl I dumped all the rice into it and placed it in the microwave.
Once it was warm I took the bowl out, grabbed a fork, and shuffled back to my room where I promptly got my laptop and pulled up Tumblr.
About an hour later I was startled from my endless scrolling by the Skype call tone going off. It was my best friend Emma.
Smiling slightly to myself I clicked 'answer' to see her lovely face take up my screen.
"Hey babe!" Emma smiled, her glitchy hand waving excitedly across the screen.
"Hai dere." I smiled, catching my lip ring between my teeth.
"How's you?"
"I'm okay. You?"
"Tired as fuck." she giggled.
"I'd imagine. So how's London?"
"Fantastic! Rebekah, say hi!" Emma called off screen. Shortly after I heard an accented 'hello' come from somewhere in the room.
"Hi." I replied.
"So what's new with you, girlie?"
"Nothing much....other than.." I smirked.
"Other that what?!" Emma yelped, nearly jumping through her camera.
"Well...I met someone..." I smiled, looking down at my folded legs.
"What?! Who!?"
"His name is Gerard and he is like....ahh, he's just amazing as amazing could be." I couldn't stop smiling at this point.
"Okay now you gotta tell me more. How old is he, what does he look like. Everything."
"Well, he's 19 and I have a picture of him." I replied, grabbing my phone and pulling up my contacts. I clicked on the little circle right by his name pulling up the only picture I have of him...yet. I turned it around so Emma could see.
"Holy Fuck! He's the definition of hot, Scar!"
"I know!" I yelped, my smile only growing.
"When did you meet?'
"Uhmmm...yesterday." That's when I was shot 'the look.'
"Oh Emma, he's not a pedophile. I mean, he's a dropout and he hangs around with the stoners but he doesn't drink OR do drugs. And he's too sweet to be dangerous." I explained, reassuring her. "And besides, he lives here in town. I was actually just with him and his brother along with some of their friends after school."
"As long as you don't get raped everything's cool with me." she smiled. "Welp, it's nearly 3 a.m. and Bekah plans on taking me around more tomorrow so I gotta go. Bye Scar!"
"B-bye Em's' I smiled as she ended our shorter-the-usual Skype call. That's also when I shut down my computer and laid back, wiggling my way under the covers. I slipped my ear buds in and started Dear Maria by All Time Low. Though I only heard abut half of the some before I fell asleep for the night.
***
GERARD'S P.O.V
"Mikey, just shut up about it already!" I half chuckled as we rounded the last corner standing between us and our house.
"C'mon man, just tell me about her."
"I said no!" I smiled, fishing a cigarette out of the box in my pocket. I cupped the end and lit it before taking a long drag, watching the smoke float up through the light beams from the street lights.
"Whatever. I'll just tell Mom that you've got a girlfriend!" my little brother smirked before taking off in a sprint down the sidewalk and up the steps to the front door.
"Hey dumb ass, What does Mom do at 9?!" I smirked to myself.
"She locks the house!" he called back.
"And what don't you have?"
"Goddamn it!" He swore, standing right in front of the door, his arms across over his chest.
I came up behind him just chuckling to myself before I pulled the keys from my pocket and unlocked the front door. Which is when Mikey promptly pushed his way passed me and plopped down next to Mom on the couch.
"Hey Mom." Mikey started, shooting me a smirk. I rolled my eyes and shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
"Yes Michael?" Mom sighed, pausing her movie.
"I just wanted to let you know that Gerard has a girlfriend." he giggled. I groaned and sat down in the armchair to the right of the couch.
"Really? Well that's great!" Mom exclaimed, positioning herself so she was facing me. "What's her name?"
"Her name is Scarrlett." I sighed. "And she's NOT my girlfriend. We're just friends."
"Well how old is this Scarrlett?"
"She's 17." I muttered.
"Well, isn't that a little inappropriate, sweetheart?"
"No, Mom. It's not. There's a two year difference between the two of us. And she'll be 18 in a few months." I snapped, rising from the chair and going upstairs to my room, locking the door behind me.
It's not that I don't like talking to my mom about things like this. It's just she's always so fucking judgmental and it gets me overly-annoyed. That's all.
"Okay, asshole. I'm glad you're "not" addicted, congratulations to you. But I just don't feel like smoking something that is harmful to my body and I really don't want to be caught consuming alcohol while I'm still underage. Okay?" I finished, stepping back from Frank, my arms crossed over my chest.
"And you know exactly why I won't drink or smoke, Frank. I've only explained it to you a million times." Gerard spat, stepping up into the shorter man's face.
"Well, why don't you explain it one more time, I seem to have lost those brain cells...Oh wait, that's right, I don't give a flying fuck!" Frank sneered. Gerard was about to have another go at him when Mikey worked his was between them.
"Alright ladies, that's enough." he snapped, looking back and forth to the both of them.
Gerard stepped back slowly, stopping right beside me. While Frank on the other hand, just turned and punched Mikey in the shoulder.....hard... before he spun around and stormed off, most likely to sulk.
"Well, on that lovely note, I think I better get home. Dad's probably worried." I sighed, slowly inching backwards.
"Well, here. Let me walk you home." Gee offered.
"Nah, it's fine. I only live a few blocks form here anyway." I lied. (I really lived on the other side of town.) I watched his face sink with disappointment as he muttered something like an 'oh, okay. bye.' before turning around.
I did the same, slipping my backpack over both shoulders and walking across the parking lot and out onto the sidewalk.
As I was walking away I could here everyone behind me start chanting 'Gee's gotta girlfriend. Gee's gotta girlfriend.' in an annoying-as-all-living-fuck, sing-songy voice. After that I just slipped on my headphones once again to be met with King for a Day by Pierce the Veil blaring into my ears.
The walk home was typical; getting stares from complete strangers because of my hair, getting stares from complete strangers because piercings, getting stares from completely because of how I'm dressed, and getting stares from complete strangers because my backpack is a Union Jack with Fuck You written on it in Sharpie about a dozen times.
That's when my phone started vibrating, scaring the living shit out of me.
Dad was calling me.
Fuck.
I slid one headphone off of my ear and pressed 'answer' on my screen.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"Walking home now."
"But where are you?"
"I'm about to pass the drug store."
"Can you pick up some Tylenol please?"
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Whatever you want for dinner."
"'Kay." And with that I ended the call and sighed before walking into the small, corner-drug store.
"Where are the pain killers?" I asked the kid behind the counter.
"Last isle on the right, at the very end." he replied, not even looking up at me. I simply nodded slowly and walked back to the corner of the store.
Grabbing the first bottle with Tylenol on it I see I walk back up to the counter and drop it down.
"This all for you?"
""Mhm."
"$5.27." he mumbled. I drug around in my pocket to find a crumpled up twenty which I dropped to the counter as well.
"Have a nice night." the man mumbled, handing me my change and a small bag. I took them from him, slipping the money into the bag before walking out to be met with a wave of rush-hour-home-goers.
Sighing I started to snake my way through the crowds of people in an attempt of getting to the alleyway off of Main Street.
***
"Dad, I'm home." I called as I stepped in the front door, only to see him slumped across the couch with a wet rag over his forehead.
Dropping my backpack to the floor I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water for my father. I grabbed the bottle of pain killers and took both into the living room, nearly slamming them down on the coffee table.
Once he was startled awake I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a small carton of fried rice from the other night out of the refrigerator.
Getting a bowl I dumped all the rice into it and placed it in the microwave.
Once it was warm I took the bowl out, grabbed a fork, and shuffled back to my room where I promptly got my laptop and pulled up Tumblr.
About an hour later I was startled from my endless scrolling by the Skype call tone going off. It was my best friend Emma.
Smiling slightly to myself I clicked 'answer' to see her lovely face take up my screen.
"Hey babe!" Emma smiled, her glitchy hand waving excitedly across the screen.
"Hai dere." I smiled, catching my lip ring between my teeth.
"How's you?"
"I'm okay. You?"
"Tired as fuck." she giggled.
"I'd imagine. So how's London?"
"Fantastic! Rebekah, say hi!" Emma called off screen. Shortly after I heard an accented 'hello' come from somewhere in the room.
"Hi." I replied.
"So what's new with you, girlie?"
"Nothing much....other than.." I smirked.
"Other that what?!" Emma yelped, nearly jumping through her camera.
"Well...I met someone..." I smiled, looking down at my folded legs.
"What?! Who!?"
"His name is Gerard and he is like....ahh, he's just amazing as amazing could be." I couldn't stop smiling at this point.
"Okay now you gotta tell me more. How old is he, what does he look like. Everything."
"Well, he's 19 and I have a picture of him." I replied, grabbing my phone and pulling up my contacts. I clicked on the little circle right by his name pulling up the only picture I have of him...yet. I turned it around so Emma could see.
"Holy Fuck! He's the definition of hot, Scar!"
"I know!" I yelped, my smile only growing.
"When did you meet?'
"Uhmmm...yesterday." That's when I was shot 'the look.'
"Oh Emma, he's not a pedophile. I mean, he's a dropout and he hangs around with the stoners but he doesn't drink OR do drugs. And he's too sweet to be dangerous." I explained, reassuring her. "And besides, he lives here in town. I was actually just with him and his brother along with some of their friends after school."
"As long as you don't get raped everything's cool with me." she smiled. "Welp, it's nearly 3 a.m. and Bekah plans on taking me around more tomorrow so I gotta go. Bye Scar!"
"B-bye Em's' I smiled as she ended our shorter-the-usual Skype call. That's also when I shut down my computer and laid back, wiggling my way under the covers. I slipped my ear buds in and started Dear Maria by All Time Low. Though I only heard abut half of the some before I fell asleep for the night.
***
GERARD'S P.O.V
"Mikey, just shut up about it already!" I half chuckled as we rounded the last corner standing between us and our house.
"C'mon man, just tell me about her."
"I said no!" I smiled, fishing a cigarette out of the box in my pocket. I cupped the end and lit it before taking a long drag, watching the smoke float up through the light beams from the street lights.
"Whatever. I'll just tell Mom that you've got a girlfriend!" my little brother smirked before taking off in a sprint down the sidewalk and up the steps to the front door.
"Hey dumb ass, What does Mom do at 9?!" I smirked to myself.
"She locks the house!" he called back.
"And what don't you have?"
"Goddamn it!" He swore, standing right in front of the door, his arms across over his chest.
I came up behind him just chuckling to myself before I pulled the keys from my pocket and unlocked the front door. Which is when Mikey promptly pushed his way passed me and plopped down next to Mom on the couch.
"Hey Mom." Mikey started, shooting me a smirk. I rolled my eyes and shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
"Yes Michael?" Mom sighed, pausing her movie.
"I just wanted to let you know that Gerard has a girlfriend." he giggled. I groaned and sat down in the armchair to the right of the couch.
"Really? Well that's great!" Mom exclaimed, positioning herself so she was facing me. "What's her name?"
"Her name is Scarrlett." I sighed. "And she's NOT my girlfriend. We're just friends."
"Well how old is this Scarrlett?"
"She's 17." I muttered.
"Well, isn't that a little inappropriate, sweetheart?"
"No, Mom. It's not. There's a two year difference between the two of us. And she'll be 18 in a few months." I snapped, rising from the chair and going upstairs to my room, locking the door behind me.
It's not that I don't like talking to my mom about things like this. It's just she's always so fucking judgmental and it gets me overly-annoyed. That's all.
Notes
Soooooooooo
I'm back to having no life what so ever....
And yeahhhhhh
Camp was awesome~
AND I SANG A SOLO FRIDAY NIGHT AND IT WAS ACTION CAT AND AHHHHHHHHH
Not that that matters though.
But yeah....
okay bye
This. Was. The. Cutest. Chapter. And it was just asdfghjkl I can't even speak it was that cute. *standa up and claps*
8/11/14