From Couple to Siblings
~Chapter 6~
GERARD'S P.O.V
I flopped myself down onto the unmade bed in the corner of my room, pulling my phone from my back pocket. I turned it on and opened my text messages. I smiled slightly to myself to see a new message from Scarrlett.
"Boo."
"Hey you. :)"
Typing...
"How's it going?"
"Oh it's just going and going and going. I honestly don't even know where it is any more."
Typing...
"Luls that's lovely. So, what's that Frank guy's problem?"
"He's just one of those people that needs to make everyone else feel like shit. Or at least me because I don't drink or smoke."
Typing...
"Wow, what an asshole. But why don't you drink or smoke?"
"Because I used to be addicted. I was the one that started everyone on it actually. But yeah, I was addicted and that caused a cluster fuck of depression and self harm and suicide attempts. That's when I got cleaned up and the only thing I smoke is legitimate cigarettes."
Typing...
"Oh, Gee. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked."
"Nah, it's totally fine. It's all over now."
Typing...
"Well I'm glad you're better now."
"Me too. So what's your pretty little self up to?"
Typing...
"I'm just scrolling through Tumblr, looking at the same exact Starbucks cup twenty seven thousand times in a row."
"Haha, sounds fun."
Typing...
"Oh it's just delightful."
"Lol. So hey, I was wondering if maybe..."
Typing...
"If maybe what?"
"If maybe you wanted to go to a movie with me Friday night?"
Typing...
"Sure. I'd love to!"
"Great. Do you like horror films?"
Typing...
"I do indeed."
"Sweet because I really want to go see that new movie As Above So Below."
Typing...
"I've wanted to see that one as well."
"Well awesome. I'll be at you're house around 7-ish."
Typing...
"Alrighty cool. :)"
***
We kept messaging back and forth for what felt like hours. She was so easy to talk to and we got along so well it was nearly scary.
"So, what's you're favorite color?"
Typing...
"You're seriously asking me that? Out of every question in the world?"
"Yep :P"
Typing...
"Well, Mr. Stereotypical, my favorite colors happen to be black and purple. What about you?"
"I like red and black."
Typing...
"Ooh, so emo!"
"Oh whatever. You're turn to ask a question."
Typing...
"Who's you're favorite band?"
"Fuck, I like too many. Uhm....I'd have to go with either Smashing Pumpkins or Iron Maiden. You?"
Typing...
"I have too many favorites."
"Just list them."
Typing...
"Okay: Panic! at the Disco, Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the Veil, All Time Low, Nirvana, Black Veil Brides, A Day to Remember, Bring me the Horizon, Of Mice and Men, Blink-182, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Never Shout Never and a few others."
"Holy shit, you do like too many bands."
Typing...
"Hey, you wanted to know. Your turn."
"Uhm, okay.....What do you want to do when you're out of school?"
Typing...
"I want to go to college obviously. But I don't know what I want to major in."
"Well do you have any ideas?"
Typing...
"Yeah, it's tied between technical music, media, art, or creative writing."
"Well which one or ones do you like the best."
Typing...
"Probably music and art."
"Well then major in those two and just take a media class and a creative writing class."
Typing...
"Yeah, probably. What do you want to do?"
"I don't want to go to school. I just want go into the music industry and never look back."
Typing...
"Then do it. You said you liked writing and creating music right?"
"Yeah."
Typing...
"Well then do that. Which by the way, I would love to hear some of the things you've done."
"Maybe. ;)"
Typing...
"Yay."
"Your turn."
Typing...
"Where's one place that you want to go?"
"Uhm...oh I don't know. Some place in Europe. You?"
Typing...
"I want to go everywhere. Like, I'd love to just get on a plane and just go anywhere."
"That actually sounds pretty fun. Where all do you want to go?"
Typing...
"Well, I want to go to all 50 states. I want to go to every continent. But I want to tour Europe. Y'know, go to France and Italy and Spain and England and Greece and Scotland and Ireland and just about everywhere else."
"That sounds really fun actually."
Typing...
"Right" Anyway, your turn."
"Do yo have any fears?"
Typing...
"The unknown."
"Like what?"
Typing...
"Like death."
"Care explaining?"
Typing...
"Well lemme start with the fact that I was raise Catholic but about the time that I was going through Confirmation, I started to form my own beliefs and lose my faith and belief of everything I had been taught about the Catholic faith. Like, I don't believe in God or Jesus or Heaven or Hell. But I say I fear death because it's unknown where we truly go when we die."
"That actually makes a lot of sense."
Typing...
"Indeed. What about yourself. You have to fear something."
"I'm afraid of needles."
Typing...
"That's it? Nothing philosophical or anything?"
"Well, there's this one other thing but its really stupid."
Typing...
"I don't care. Spill."
"Well, It's related to you're fear of death but it's not the unknown. I guess I would say I'm afraid to live. Like it's hard to explain. It's like the same fear that a lot of people have which isn't fearing death but instead fearing to fact of living. Like people are more afraid to make the choices that they want because they're very hard decisions to make in order to be happy. Like sometimes you have to make decisions that may hurt others in order for you to live yourself. So I'm not afraid of death anymore but I'm afraid of living in that way."
Typing...
"That's actually a very valid point. Fair enough."
"You're turn."
Typing...
"I'm about to pass out. So i'm gonna call it a night...er..early morning. I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Alright. G'night."
Typing...
"Night! :)"
And with that, I turned my phone off, pulled the covers up around my neck, and rolled over. I feel asleep just thinking about how I was really starting to like Scarrlett as more than just a friend.
I flopped myself down onto the unmade bed in the corner of my room, pulling my phone from my back pocket. I turned it on and opened my text messages. I smiled slightly to myself to see a new message from Scarrlett.
"Boo."
"Hey you. :)"
Typing...
"How's it going?"
"Oh it's just going and going and going. I honestly don't even know where it is any more."
Typing...
"Luls that's lovely. So, what's that Frank guy's problem?"
"He's just one of those people that needs to make everyone else feel like shit. Or at least me because I don't drink or smoke."
Typing...
"Wow, what an asshole. But why don't you drink or smoke?"
"Because I used to be addicted. I was the one that started everyone on it actually. But yeah, I was addicted and that caused a cluster fuck of depression and self harm and suicide attempts. That's when I got cleaned up and the only thing I smoke is legitimate cigarettes."
Typing...
"Oh, Gee. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked."
"Nah, it's totally fine. It's all over now."
Typing...
"Well I'm glad you're better now."
"Me too. So what's your pretty little self up to?"
Typing...
"I'm just scrolling through Tumblr, looking at the same exact Starbucks cup twenty seven thousand times in a row."
"Haha, sounds fun."
Typing...
"Oh it's just delightful."
"Lol. So hey, I was wondering if maybe..."
Typing...
"If maybe what?"
"If maybe you wanted to go to a movie with me Friday night?"
Typing...
"Sure. I'd love to!"
"Great. Do you like horror films?"
Typing...
"I do indeed."
"Sweet because I really want to go see that new movie As Above So Below."
Typing...
"I've wanted to see that one as well."
"Well awesome. I'll be at you're house around 7-ish."
Typing...
"Alrighty cool. :)"
***
We kept messaging back and forth for what felt like hours. She was so easy to talk to and we got along so well it was nearly scary.
"So, what's you're favorite color?"
Typing...
"You're seriously asking me that? Out of every question in the world?"
"Yep :P"
Typing...
"Well, Mr. Stereotypical, my favorite colors happen to be black and purple. What about you?"
"I like red and black."
Typing...
"Ooh, so emo!"
"Oh whatever. You're turn to ask a question."
Typing...
"Who's you're favorite band?"
"Fuck, I like too many. Uhm....I'd have to go with either Smashing Pumpkins or Iron Maiden. You?"
Typing...
"I have too many favorites."
"Just list them."
Typing...
"Okay: Panic! at the Disco, Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the Veil, All Time Low, Nirvana, Black Veil Brides, A Day to Remember, Bring me the Horizon, Of Mice and Men, Blink-182, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Never Shout Never and a few others."
"Holy shit, you do like too many bands."
Typing...
"Hey, you wanted to know. Your turn."
"Uhm, okay.....What do you want to do when you're out of school?"
Typing...
"I want to go to college obviously. But I don't know what I want to major in."
"Well do you have any ideas?"
Typing...
"Yeah, it's tied between technical music, media, art, or creative writing."
"Well which one or ones do you like the best."
Typing...
"Probably music and art."
"Well then major in those two and just take a media class and a creative writing class."
Typing...
"Yeah, probably. What do you want to do?"
"I don't want to go to school. I just want go into the music industry and never look back."
Typing...
"Then do it. You said you liked writing and creating music right?"
"Yeah."
Typing...
"Well then do that. Which by the way, I would love to hear some of the things you've done."
"Maybe. ;)"
Typing...
"Yay."
"Your turn."
Typing...
"Where's one place that you want to go?"
"Uhm...oh I don't know. Some place in Europe. You?"
Typing...
"I want to go everywhere. Like, I'd love to just get on a plane and just go anywhere."
"That actually sounds pretty fun. Where all do you want to go?"
Typing...
"Well, I want to go to all 50 states. I want to go to every continent. But I want to tour Europe. Y'know, go to France and Italy and Spain and England and Greece and Scotland and Ireland and just about everywhere else."
"That sounds really fun actually."
Typing...
"Right" Anyway, your turn."
"Do yo have any fears?"
Typing...
"The unknown."
"Like what?"
Typing...
"Like death."
"Care explaining?"
Typing...
"Well lemme start with the fact that I was raise Catholic but about the time that I was going through Confirmation, I started to form my own beliefs and lose my faith and belief of everything I had been taught about the Catholic faith. Like, I don't believe in God or Jesus or Heaven or Hell. But I say I fear death because it's unknown where we truly go when we die."
"That actually makes a lot of sense."
Typing...
"Indeed. What about yourself. You have to fear something."
"I'm afraid of needles."
Typing...
"That's it? Nothing philosophical or anything?"
"Well, there's this one other thing but its really stupid."
Typing...
"I don't care. Spill."
"Well, It's related to you're fear of death but it's not the unknown. I guess I would say I'm afraid to live. Like it's hard to explain. It's like the same fear that a lot of people have which isn't fearing death but instead fearing to fact of living. Like people are more afraid to make the choices that they want because they're very hard decisions to make in order to be happy. Like sometimes you have to make decisions that may hurt others in order for you to live yourself. So I'm not afraid of death anymore but I'm afraid of living in that way."
Typing...
"That's actually a very valid point. Fair enough."
"You're turn."
Typing...
"I'm about to pass out. So i'm gonna call it a night...er..early morning. I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Alright. G'night."
Typing...
"Night! :)"
And with that, I turned my phone off, pulled the covers up around my neck, and rolled over. I feel asleep just thinking about how I was really starting to like Scarrlett as more than just a friend.
Notes
Sorry that this chapter is virtually all dialogue. But like I didn't have any other ideas and I felt you needed to know just a bit more about both characters.
And like when I was explaining Gerard's fear I was paraphasing practically everything he said from an interview back from like 2006 or 2007. So sorry if it doesn't make that much sense.
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