Developing Wings on the Way Down
Part Fifteen; Running Ruts in the Ground With all your Pacing
Gerard was up first in the morning, watching Frank silently for a while before getting up and heading out to the kitchen, grinning and admiring his improvised fake-sleep-then-cuddle move had worked. He quickly pulled on some clothes that smelled okay and woke Mikey up.
Meanwhile, Frank was slowly rolling onto the floor and to a position where he could easily get up. Instead of making his way up the stairs, he ambled over to his stool, turning on the TV. He hadn't watched Lakeside Dreams in a while, but he had last stopped in the middle of an episode. He took to the tedious task of rewinding to just the perfect spot.. giving him about a minute or two of already-seen footage to refresh his memory, but not enough to annoy him like a rerun. The actor swooped over to his soul mate and hugged her from behind, putting a had over her heart and reciting an overdone line. Frank tilted his head to the side and angled his elbow in an odd way to clasp his hand on his chest just as the fictional Romeo had done.. He closed his green eyes and imagined it was someone else's hand. A feeling of satisfaction crept through his heart and he opened his eyes again. Hearing a thump upstairs, Frank perked his ears and stood, walking up the stairs to see the brothers scrambling around. His heart almost sunk when he remembered that they couldn't stay home.
"So Frank, do you want to go to Ray's or stay here?" Gerard asked, pulling his jacket up over his shoulders. Frank weighed his options. He could stay there and have a day to himself.. but then he might get bored. OR he could go to Ray's and play guitar... but then he would have to endure the car ride.. face down on the backseat. He shrugged, turning downstairs.
"I'll go to Ray's." he decided, reaching for a jacket of his own. Mikey came in and followed suit before they all walked into the garage. Frank was arranged in the seat and the car ride commenced.
Ray invited Frank in happily, talking to Gerard briefly before he had to leave for work leaving the two to their acoustic guitars on the stools situated in the main room. Neither of them talked much, they just started playing.
"That was cool, man. Play it again." Ray admired, watching the other's hands.
"It was just.." Frank rambled off, playing the little solo he had just played. Ray nodded approvingly and played it back. This went on or about twenty minutes between the two of them.
"Do you want to learn another song?" Ray asked, laying his hand over the strings to mute their beautiful vibration. Frank nodded and Ray went to his stereo, picking up a CD and popping it into the player. A bluesy guitar started before drums kicked in. Frank nodded to the beat and smiled, eager to start learning. As the song played on, Ray excused himself to go get drinks for the two of them.
Blues is the devil's music.. I am proud, Abdel
Frank's nostril's flared and his shoulder's slumped.
"Please."
Oh please what the voice laughed.
"Leave me alone?" Frank voiced "I was having fun."
Were you having fun cuddling last night? It was almost a laugh that came back
"Yes. Yes I fucking did. Now what do you want this time.. tell me and leave me alone."
Demanding are we?
"Please?"
Well I had no real intention.... I just wanted to talk. You know. Have a little chat with my little escape artist...
Frank felt frustration crawled up his neck and realized how much everything about that voice made him mad.
"Fucking leave me ALONE!" he burst out, casting his eyes to the sky and clawing at his fists.
Anger me twice, shame on you.
Ray walked back in at that time, a little bit of a concerned look on his face, but he said nothing at all.
"Let's start on that song.."
Gerard sat at his desk for a while.. shuffling the same papers over and over again. He tried closing his eyes, taking deep breaths, and everything else but this migraine wouldn't go away. After a long deliberation, which just made the hurt worse, he finally requested to go home. Once again, the old man was irritated at the request, but after seeing the look on his employee's face, gave in to letting him go. Gerard sped home, leaving Frank at Ray's for a while so he could have some quiet. He shut the door to the house quietly and turned, only to catch a shadow fall out of sight. With his headache, he disregarded and walked into the kitchen to swallow down some Advil and a good sleeping pill. He then turned to get some tea going to lull himself until the pill worked it's magic. Meanwhile, he decided to wander the house, wasting time. His brain pounded against the walls of his head hard, making him sweat.. the pain was enough to make him lean against the wall. He could swear he saw the shadow from before again as a pierce hit him. Just as this occurred, another factor was added to the pain. A voice. It repeated a name he didn't know over and over again. The pounding and the sound was all too much and he couldn't take it.
"Aw shit." Gerard mumbled... sliding down the aforementioned wall. The sweat dripped onto his chest and his eyes rolled back. The high blow of the teakettle intensified his stress by a million. He got up and stumbled back to the kitchen mumbling 'who the hell is Abdel?'
Meanwhile, Frank was slowly rolling onto the floor and to a position where he could easily get up. Instead of making his way up the stairs, he ambled over to his stool, turning on the TV. He hadn't watched Lakeside Dreams in a while, but he had last stopped in the middle of an episode. He took to the tedious task of rewinding to just the perfect spot.. giving him about a minute or two of already-seen footage to refresh his memory, but not enough to annoy him like a rerun. The actor swooped over to his soul mate and hugged her from behind, putting a had over her heart and reciting an overdone line. Frank tilted his head to the side and angled his elbow in an odd way to clasp his hand on his chest just as the fictional Romeo had done.. He closed his green eyes and imagined it was someone else's hand. A feeling of satisfaction crept through his heart and he opened his eyes again. Hearing a thump upstairs, Frank perked his ears and stood, walking up the stairs to see the brothers scrambling around. His heart almost sunk when he remembered that they couldn't stay home.
"So Frank, do you want to go to Ray's or stay here?" Gerard asked, pulling his jacket up over his shoulders. Frank weighed his options. He could stay there and have a day to himself.. but then he might get bored. OR he could go to Ray's and play guitar... but then he would have to endure the car ride.. face down on the backseat. He shrugged, turning downstairs.
"I'll go to Ray's." he decided, reaching for a jacket of his own. Mikey came in and followed suit before they all walked into the garage. Frank was arranged in the seat and the car ride commenced.
Ray invited Frank in happily, talking to Gerard briefly before he had to leave for work leaving the two to their acoustic guitars on the stools situated in the main room. Neither of them talked much, they just started playing.
"That was cool, man. Play it again." Ray admired, watching the other's hands.
"It was just.." Frank rambled off, playing the little solo he had just played. Ray nodded approvingly and played it back. This went on or about twenty minutes between the two of them.
"Do you want to learn another song?" Ray asked, laying his hand over the strings to mute their beautiful vibration. Frank nodded and Ray went to his stereo, picking up a CD and popping it into the player. A bluesy guitar started before drums kicked in. Frank nodded to the beat and smiled, eager to start learning. As the song played on, Ray excused himself to go get drinks for the two of them.
Blues is the devil's music.. I am proud, Abdel
Frank's nostril's flared and his shoulder's slumped.
"Please."
Oh please what the voice laughed.
"Leave me alone?" Frank voiced "I was having fun."
Were you having fun cuddling last night? It was almost a laugh that came back
"Yes. Yes I fucking did. Now what do you want this time.. tell me and leave me alone."
Demanding are we?
"Please?"
Well I had no real intention.... I just wanted to talk. You know. Have a little chat with my little escape artist...
Frank felt frustration crawled up his neck and realized how much everything about that voice made him mad.
"Fucking leave me ALONE!" he burst out, casting his eyes to the sky and clawing at his fists.
Anger me twice, shame on you.
Ray walked back in at that time, a little bit of a concerned look on his face, but he said nothing at all.
"Let's start on that song.."
Gerard sat at his desk for a while.. shuffling the same papers over and over again. He tried closing his eyes, taking deep breaths, and everything else but this migraine wouldn't go away. After a long deliberation, which just made the hurt worse, he finally requested to go home. Once again, the old man was irritated at the request, but after seeing the look on his employee's face, gave in to letting him go. Gerard sped home, leaving Frank at Ray's for a while so he could have some quiet. He shut the door to the house quietly and turned, only to catch a shadow fall out of sight. With his headache, he disregarded and walked into the kitchen to swallow down some Advil and a good sleeping pill. He then turned to get some tea going to lull himself until the pill worked it's magic. Meanwhile, he decided to wander the house, wasting time. His brain pounded against the walls of his head hard, making him sweat.. the pain was enough to make him lean against the wall. He could swear he saw the shadow from before again as a pierce hit him. Just as this occurred, another factor was added to the pain. A voice. It repeated a name he didn't know over and over again. The pounding and the sound was all too much and he couldn't take it.
"Aw shit." Gerard mumbled... sliding down the aforementioned wall. The sweat dripped onto his chest and his eyes rolled back. The high blow of the teakettle intensified his stress by a million. He got up and stumbled back to the kitchen mumbling 'who the hell is Abdel?'
@Toro Fancy
Wonderful.
2/16/14