Love Should Always Be Blind

That night, Frank slept over. He even planned on it and packed some clothes in his backpack. He insisted it was better than sleeping at home, since 'the whole fucking place was in boxes'. I was just glad to fall asleep in Franks arms.

Saturday was slow however, since I was practically shaking with excitement to go to Frank's gig that night. I'd never been to an event like that let alone a bar where it was being held. Frank, I think was trying to keep me busy, because all we did was listen to music in the lounge with Matt and even Sarah. Then Matt and Frank played video games, while Sarah and I just talked. I even braided her long silky hair to try and calm me down. Around lunch time, Matt went and got leftover pizza for all of us. Then around three Frank got us all coffee.

It was nice. The day was cold and I could hear the wind and thunder storming outside the upstairs window. Despite my nerves, the day was like a perfect little dream. I was hanging out with both my brother and sister and my crush all together. There was no fighting, only teasing and I felt complete. By around five, however, Frank said he needed to start getting ready. Matt and Sarah stayed with me. Once Frank was gone, I begged them to help me find a perfect outfit to wear out. Being the lovely sibling's they are, they agreed. Mom and David weren't leaving until six, but we didn't have to leave for the gig until seven.

When all three of us were in my room, discussing whether or not I should wear a Smiths shirt or a Queen shirt (Sarah wanted the Smiths, Matt wanted Queen), there was a knock on the door. Quickly I heard shuffling and frantic movement, then two dips of weight on the bed on either side of me.

“Hey, guys.” Mom greeted us, “What are you kids up to?”

“Oh nothing, just hanging out.” Sarah brushed off. Uhm, what? We were getting ready for tonight... I mean I know Frank said to keep it on the DL, but why would Sarah blatantly lie?

“Yeah, we were deciding if we wanted to get Chinese takeout for dinner or get a burger and fires instead.” Matt added on. I didn't know what the Hell was going on, so I just nodded awkwardly.

“Okay, well David and I are leaving early sine the storm, we don't want to be late for our reservations...Be safe, lock the doors. You know the drill.” Mom said, an ignorant smile in her voice. Yeah, she obviously had no idea we were going out.

“Of course, ma.” Matt waved off.

“Alright then. Love you all.” Mom sighed, walking in the room to kiss all of the tops of our heads, then left with the creak of the door. The second I heard the sound, though, I whipped to my right to face Sarah.

“What the Hell?” I asked, needing no other further explanation. They knew damn well what I was talking about.

“Don't get mad, Gee!” Sarah pleaded, standing to her feet. “We all know if any of us asked, no matter what we said, Mom would say no and David would just agree. So we set up for them to leave and be gone in enough time for us three to sneak you out. And we knew you'd flip so we had to wait until the last minute to tell you.” She continued to explain.

“I'm not dumb. I knew you wouldn't have told me if I hadn't of figured it out. Like I said. I'm not stupid.” I scuffed bitterly, crossing my arms across my chest.

“We never said you were. Please. Aren't you excited to leave the house and hear Frank play.” Matt chirped in.

“Of course I am.” I gritted my teeth together in frustration, “I just wish I was let in on the plan.”

“Gerard,” Sarah whined, “We just didn't want you to back out. We're doing this all for you, honey.”

“Am I supposed to say thank you?” I barked and they were both silent. “Y'know I can keep a secret. I'm blind not stupid.” And with that I stood up and stormed out of my bed room, marching my way through the end of the hallway to Frank's new room, in which had a bed and a few pieces of clothes. Once I walked in I could heard The Misfits blasting from his Iphone and the strong scent of hairspray in the air.

“Gerard! What the Hell? Knock! I'm changing.” Frank shrieked, probably trying to cover himself with his hands. The imagine was almost enough to lighten me up. Almost.

“Oh, please. I can't see shit.” I said, smacking my lips in annoyance.

“Well...I still feel exposed.” He replied meekly, then I could heard the rough sound of him pulling on his jeans. “Why did you come barging in?”

“Did you know that my Mom didn't know about tonight.” I demanded. His silence was a loud enough answer.

“That's what I thought.” I bit, spinning on my heel to march back out of his room. Before I could reach the door, though, Frank ran up to me and grabbed my wrist, spinning me back around to face him.

“Gerard. Please calm down.” He tried.

“Calm down! How can I calm down when you all lied to me? Do you guys think I'm so stupid that I'd tell my Mom. I'd do anything to go tonight. Why didn't you guys include me.” I yelled, letting all my thoughts out in a rush of anger and adrenaline. I the felt Franks grip loosen on my bony wrist.

“Gee. Baby. I didn't think any of that. I-I don't know.” Frank stuttered. Ugh. Him and his stupid cute stammering that made him seem sad and innocent! I hated how he could melt me, but I refused to crumble for even less of an explanation.

“Look.” He stated firmly, tugging my hands and leading me to the edge of his bed where we sat down. “I didn't know it would upset you, that we didn't tell you about the plan. I just really wanted for you to go tonight. And I saw how freaked out you were last Friday night. I barely convinced you to get coffee with me. So I just figured if me and Sarah and Matt figured it all out for you, you'd have to cave in the end. I didn't do it to hurt you. Honest. I would have told you.” Frank rushed out in a nervous huff of breath. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, not knowing what to think.

“I just hate how everyone leaves me out. I know I'm...I don't know.” I sighed in frustration. “I know that I can get in the way-”

“No! You don't get in the way. That's not what I'm trying to say. I guess I'm saying I wanted to surprise you, make it so you couldn't say no to going out. I don't know either. I guess looking back now, it was a dumb idea.” He exhaled loudly. I shook my head.

“It wasn't dumb. It was a good idea. I just wish you all filled me in, instead of making me look like an idiot.” I muttered.

“But you don't look like an idiot. We're the ones who didn't tell you. We look like jerks.” Frank insisted. I don't know why, but that made me laugh.

“I guess we're all jerks and idiots in this situation.” I tried to lighten up the mood. Frank chuckled, running his thumb over my knuckles, as he still held my hands in his.

“I am sorry, Gerard. I know now to not do something like this again...unless I tell you about it.” He compromised. I smiled softly.

“Okay. Deal.” I smirked. Frank leaned over giving me a kiss that I wished could have been longer. “I'm sorry too, though.” I admitted once we broke the kiss.

“Why? You have nothing to be sorry over.” Frank insisted, his tone full of confusion.

“I mean about getting so upset over the situation...I don't know. I guess I get upset easy. And I know it's not fun to deal with.” I mumbled, feeling ashamed.

“Hey.” Frank murmured gently, placing two fingers under my chin to lift my bowed head. Being so close to him I could smell his shampoo. He must have just gotten out of the shower before I came in. “That's okay. We all have rough patches. But that's what being in a relationship is about. You deal with the rough patches and smooth them out. Like me. I get angry a lot. You're not going to kick me away because of that are you?” He asked. I smiled shyly and shook my head.

“No.” I blushed.

“Good, I'm glad.” He said, pecking my cheek, then letting my face go. But something else Frank had said caught my attention...

“Uhm, Frank? You said relationship...are we in a relationship?” I asked timidly, hoping I wasn't saying the wrong thing. Frank stilled and I tensed up.

“Well...I want to be if you do...do you?” He started, but that's all he had to say for me to break out into a beaming grin that spread from cheek to cheek.

“Yes.” I nodded frantically. Frank chuckled.

“Good. So you're my boyfriend?” He restated, although I just kept nodding. Frank laughed again, but I felt fucking giddy. I never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before in my whole almost eighteen years. Frank was perfect. He's the only one I would want anyways.

“Okay, well we need to get a move on if we're going to make it to the bar in time.” Frank pointed out.

“Yeah...okay I'll leave you to get ready.” I giggled, then left feeling my heart fluttering like a zombie hummingbird on steroids.

Once I got back to my room, Sarah and Matt hadn't even left, sitting on my bed talking. I apologized about getting so upset and they apologized about not telling me the whole truth. In the end we just called a truce that we were both wrong. After that gooey crap, they finished up helping me getting ready (I ended up wearing a Ziggy Stardust tee-shirt and skinny jeans. Sarah played around with my long hair, while Matt picked out a pair of black combat boots.) then they went to get themselves ready. While I waited for everyone, I listened to the CD Frank made me, of his band, that way I could pump myself up for the night. After what I guessed of approximately, 45 minutes, Matt came back into my room, telling me they were all ready to go.
Slipping on my coat and leather jacket and sunglasses, I left my room and out the house. The raining had been reduced to a drizzle, but the rain only made the October, New Jersey, night colder. Hugging my jacket close to me, I felt Franks hand on my elbow, before I could try and make my way to the car.

“Easy tiger.” He laughed, his breathe warm in my ear, “Slow down. Don't go running off into the night without us.” I blushed but complied. The sound of two other footsteps made their way to my ear, and then the locking of the front door.

“Alright. Let's get this show on the road!” Sarah exclaimed, taking Frank's place of hand on my elbow. I guess Frank's hands were full due to his guitar case and handling his keys. Altogether we made our way down the pathway and into the driveway. Frank unlocked the car with a beeping noise, and Sarah helped me into the passenger seat, while Frank loaded his guitar in the trunk. Sarah and Matt sat in back.

“Hurry up, Frank!” Matt whined, from behind me “I'm freezing my nuts off here.” I could hear Frank chuckling from outside the car, and the sound of his feet shuffling to the drivers side.

“Don't be such a baby.” He continued to laugh, yet opened the door and climbed in. The first thing he did was put keys in ignition and set the heat on high. “Better?”

“Much.” Sarah shivered, her teeth chattering. Before Frank started driving, I heard him pull out his pack of cigarettes.

“Want one, Gee?” Frank offered. I hesitated a second, but left my palm open for him to set it in. First I heard the lighter, then smelt smoke as Frank first lit his. Putting the stick in between my lips, I heard the flick again, then inhaled tasting the now familiar smokiness.

“Since when did you start smoking?” Sarah accused, her tone surprised and motherly. I shifted uncomfortably.

“Since I started corrupting him.” Frank said before I could open my mouth. Apparently that wasn't the best answer, because the car went uncomfortably silent. Sarah must have given Frank a wicked glare or something. I guess Matt didn't pick up on the silence; he just had to open his stupid mouth.

“Can I have one?” Matt blurted out after a moment of sitting in silence thick enough to be cut with a steak knife.

“No!” All three of us shouted.

“Geez. Gerard's smoking. Why can't I?” He whined.

“Because, Gerard is almost eighteen. If he wants to kill his lungs, I suppose he can. But you, mister, are only fifteen. No.” Sarah bit off, before the last words of Matt's sentence even left his mouth.

“Okay then.” Frank sighed, “Why don't I play some music?...Everyone likes the Smiths, right?...Okay, the Smiths it is.” He concluded when no one answered. I almost smiled at Franks attempt to lighten the mood, but sucked on my nicotine instead to calm my nerves. After a few songs had played off the Smiths CD, Strangeways Here We Come, I reached across the console to grab Franks hand. He must have picked up on what I was trying to do, cause the next thing I knew, his fingers easily slid between mine. I threw a smile in his direction and Franks thumb began to stroke over my knuckles.

Before too long, then tension began to dissipate; I felt like I could breathe somewhat normal. Heat wrapped itself around my forefinger and middle finger as my cigarette must have been growing down to the filter. With my free hand I rolled the window down a crack and threw my butt out as a cold gust of wind made its way into the car. Rolling the window back up quickly, I settled in my seat, squeezing Franks hand.

I don't know how long the drive was but I could only assume we were getting close. I figured once we hit downtown, Frank suggested we eat dinner at this Chinese place that was really good. Sarah, Matt and I all mumbled in agreement. We couldn't stay at the restaurant though, but got takeout instead. So Frank ran inside to order what we all had said we wanted, leaving the heater on for us three, and ran back out and back in, in a reasonable amount of time.
Once we made it to the bar, we ate the food in the parking lot. I was so excited. I had never done anything so thrilling before. Like eating Chinese takeout in a bar parking lot before going in to hear my boyfriend play in his band. It all sounded cheesy and fake. Something from a movie, and it was actually happening to me. I guess Sarah got over herself during the car ride, because as we ate our dinner, she joined in on conversation and genuinely seemed cheerful. After declaring we were all full, we all piled out of the car. Instantly, the cold rainy air hit my face with a force like no other and I began to shake. Frank came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, his cologne strong in my nose.

“Cold?” He whispered in my ear, his breath warm, sending a shiver up my spine. I nodded.

“Here, take my jacket- I don't mind the cold.” he insisted when I tried to protest. Feeling warm fabric smelling like Frank sling over me and I couldn't help but smile. Frank had to leave my side for a moment to pop his trunk and get his guitar out, but then he was right back at my side, slinking his hand into mine.

“Alright. Let's fucking do this!” Frank cheered, and with that all our footsteps began rhythmic pattering on the gravel. When we got to the line for inside, we even got to jump to the front since Frank was playing. The bouncer marked all of the back of our hands with X's to indicate we were underage for alcoholic drinking. Even Sarah wasn't twenty-one yet.

Immediately as I was entering the building I was overwhelmed with senses. I was warm to start with, the bar was kind of humid in fact with all of the body heat. It was loud with music, chatter, and the clinking of silverware. I could smell beer and cigarettes and sweat. I wasn't sure what to focus on. I felt claustrophobic, I could sense the high capacity of people around me, like I was trapped inside a box. Frank squeezed my hand.

“Do you want to meet my band, Gee? Their in the back. It's quieter there.” He murmured in my ear, probably noticing my discomfort. I nodded quickly.

“I'm going to introduce Gerard to my band, if that's cool?” Frank shouted so Sarah and Matt could hear him.

“Just keep him close.” Sarah warned.

“Of course.” Frank scuffed.

“Whatever. C'mon, Matt lets get something to drink.” She muttered, then I felt Frank tugging me through a crowd. He kept a death grip on me, that once we went down a flight of stairs, took a few turns and then he finally released my hand, I think I lost all feeling in it. Slinging an arm over my shoulder, Frank opened a door that we together walked threw.

“Hey, Frank! Finally!” Someone greeted from a corner to my left. “If you'd have bailed I would have had to beat your ass.”

“No way, Hagevik. Not a chance in Hell I'd miss this. We actually got a decent fucking gig for once.” Frank replied, setting his guitar case down somewhere. “I wanted you guys to meet my boyfriend though.”

“Ohh. So this is Gerard.” A different voice said, a little closer than the last. “Frank hasn't shut up about you.” making me blush like a fucking tomato.

“Can you blame me now that you see what he looks like?” Frank laughed, squeezing my shoulder. I smiled weakly, trying to be polite.

“Okay, so this is John, but we call him Hambone.” Frank explained, knocking off all the teasing.

“He plays bass and backing vocals.”

“Hey, nice to meet you.” The second voice greeted.

“Hello.” I murmured, extending a hand, in which Hambone took with a firm shake. Frank then steered me into a corner.

“This is Tim, I call him Hagevik, just to fuck with him. He's on drums” He laughed.

“Hey Gerard. Glad to finally meet you.” The first voice said, in which I could now affiliate with Tim. I extended a hand again.

“Nice to meet you too.” I smiled. Frank then proceeded to introduce me to Neil who was on guitars and backing vocals as well Hambone. Then finally Shaun on keyboard.

“Wait.” I asked, once I'd met everyone. “Then who's lead vocals?”

“Frank of course.” Hambone scoffed. Feeling my eyebrow knit, I faced Frank's direction.

“You didn't tell me you sang.” I exclaimed, grinning wide. “I can't believe I didn't figure that out from listening to your CD's!”

“Okay, okay. Yeah, I sing.” Frank laughed, trying to calm me down.

“Okay enough with all this excitement. It's show time.” Tim announced, breaking up the party.

“Fine. Let me just get Gee, back to his brother and sister.” Frank announced, grabbing my hand once again, leaving the room and leading me back to a quiet hallway. Slowing his walking, however, Frank stopped. Before I could ask what he was doing, I felt his lips on mine. Right away I kissed back but was worried. The kiss felt desperate, all teeth and tongue. Franks fingers made their way into my hair, and I couldn't help but let out a moan, my own grip tightening on his hips.

“Frankie.” I gasped, as his mouth lowered to sucking on my neck. “Frankie, you gotta play soon.” I tried to reason, although my will was crumbling with each touch. Frank slowed him movement though, stopping at a peck on my lips.

“I know.” He sighed, resting his forehead against mine.

“What was that all about?” I panted.

“Nervous.” He shrugged, “Plus it doesn't help that you're so damn attractive.”

“Oh, whatever.” I blushed, pushing his shoulder “We better go before your dumb ass is late.”

“Alright, alright.” Frank sighed dramatically, giving me a short kiss before taking my hand and leading me back into the crowd. I stayed as close to Frank as I could, practically hugging him the whole way through. Just about everyone smelled like alcohol and weed.

“Finally!” I heard Sarah shout, not too far from us.

“Oh, whatever. We weren't gone but ten minutes.” Frank waved off, slinging his arm back over my shoulder.

“Enough fighting.” I pleaded, “We're here to have fun.”

“We are having fun.” Matt chirped in. God I loved that kid and how naive he was. I really did. He brought the mood up without even trying.

“Yeah we are.” I smiled widely towards the direction of his voice.

“Here, Gee. We got you a diet coke.” Sarah muttered, thrusting a drink into my hand. I wrapped my fingers around the cold can, already excreting condensation, and took a tiny sip.

“Okay, well I better go set up.” Frank concluded, turning to face me, in which I did the same.

“You'll do great.” I encouraged, “Promise to play Heroine Slow first, though?” I whined, throwing in a cheeky smile. Frank just laughed.

“I promise.” He reassured. I placed one hand on his cheek, since my other hand was busy holding my drink, and planted a nice firm kiss to his lips. Frank tried to deepen the kiss by licking my bottom lip, but I didn't let him in, pulling away instead.

“Frank!” I giggled, “You have to go!”

“Okay, alright!” He said a big grin in his voice. “I'm gone.” and although I told him to go I was still sad when I felt his embrace slip from mine.

“Good luck!” Me and Matt called, while he walked away. Once he was gone, however, immediately I felt Sarah and Matt both take a hold of my hand and wrist.

“Wow, what's with the third degree?” I asked, eyebrows knit.

“Mom'll kill us if we lost you.” Matt explained.

“It's not like I'm going to run off.” I pouted with an annoyed sigh.

“We don't think that, but honey it's easy for me and Matt to lose each other in here. It's packed.” Sarah calmly pointed out.

“Fine.” I mumbled sourly. Although I wasn't particularly happy about me being held onto like a dog on a leash, I just tried to appreciate being in a bar for the first time. Being at a gig for the first time. To hear my first boyfriend play and sing. After a few moment of getting comfortable, while Sarah and Matt and I making small talk of how excited we were, everyone in the crowd grew quiet and began to cheer. Assuming that Frank and his band were approaching the stage, I cheered along with them and so did Sarah and Matt.

“Hey everyone.” Franks voice came over on a microphone, “Thanks for coming out tonight to hear us play. I'm Frank and this is my band Penecy Prep.” Again everyone shouted and cheered, I even found myself whistling.

“Okay, so I promised that I'd play Heroin Slow first, to someone special, so here it is.” Frank said to the crowd, making my face grow hot, knowing he was talking about me. People then died down with their cheering and chatter and the beginning chords to the song began to play. I let myself sway to the lyrics and melody. Frank sounded just as good live as he did on the CD he'd made me. Secretly I was afraid he wouldn't cause I've heard a lot about how sometimes bands don't sound as good live, although I was pretty sure Frankie would be just as good.
After Heroin Slow, Penecy Prep played, Nineteen, Fat and Alone, P.S Don't Write, and 8th Grade. By then I had finished about half of my drink and Sarah said she needed to use the bathroom. Matt had to say a million times he'd look after me, before she finally left, making me feel like a five year old. Somewhere during the song Yesterday, however, I felt someone trying to get through the crowd, knocking my shoulder into someone else and causing my drink to spill on their shirt, my hands hitting the fabric followed by the wet sugary drink.

“Hey, faggot! Watch where you're walking.” A deep angry voice yelled at me from behind.

“Hey, dude, cool it.” Matt interjected, “He's blind.”

“Then maybe you should keep a better eye on him! Since he apparently can't use his own!” The man roared, shoving my shoulder in the opposite direction of him. Not expecting the push, I stumbled backwards, falling into other people, resulting in me sitting on my ass. Tears began to sting my eyes, feeling beyond embarrassed. I wasn't even sure how to get up without looking like a fool.

“Hey, do we have a problem?” Frank called from the stage, then I realized that the music had stopped. Matt then, I could tell by his cologne, helped me to my feet, my drink somewhere forgotten on the floor.

“Yeah, tell this blind fag, to watch where he steps or to stay at home.” That same angry voice called out.

“Maybe you shouldn't be such a dick to people who don't have the same advantages as you. At least he compensates in having a bigger dick than you probably do.” Frank retorted. Oh. My. God. FRANK! Why would you say that! I screamed in my head. I could have just died right then and there from humiliation.

“What the hell is going on?” Sarah hissed in my ear, making me jump, as I was too engrossed in the building fight, to notice her presence.

“Some guy shoved Gee around on accident which caused him to bump into this assholes and spill his drink . Frank notice and called him out and now...this.” Matt summarized quickly.

“At least I'm not the one sucking his dick.” The guy taunted.

“Ohh, stop.” I wailed, feeling tears leak out of my eyes. I hated fights, let alone ones talking about my dick!

“Well at least I have someone's dick to suck. I bet you're just going to go home later and jerk off to an old picture of your mom.” Frank shot back.

Right after those words left Franks mouth, there was a commotion of sound. Fist being throw and angry shouts. It sounded like people who weren't even in the fight were joining in or creating a fight of their own. I felt like I was in the middle of a battle field full of drunk people. Beginning to shake, I covered my hands over my ears and just let my tears fall. Sinking to my knees I chanted over and over to God to let me die. I hated this. I hated this. I hated this. I had no idea what was going on around me. Everything was just dark and loud. Someone could have a gun! Someone could run up behind me and stab me! Someone could-

“Gee! Get up!” Sarah yelled, tugging at my shirt, but I just cried and shook my head.

“I-I c-can't.” I blubbered.

“Yes. Yes you can baby. Please just stand up. I've got you.” Sarah coaxed, trying to center me in all the chaos. With Sarah's grip on my hand and shoulder I managed to stand up on shaky knees.

“I ca-can't see anything.” I cried.

“I know. I know, baby. It's okay. We're going to go outside and wait for Frank and Matt.” She explained calmly. I'll never know how she did it, but Sarah did manage to get her and myself both out of that mess and outside in the cold weather. I was hyperventilating buy the time we sat down on a wall outside.

“Just breathe, Gee.” Sarah said over and over, rubbing my back. “In through your nose, out through your mouth...there, just like that.”

“Wh-where's Matte?” I quivered out, both from stress and from the cold.

“He's inside helping find Frank. Don't worry about them right now. Just focus on you.” She ordered gently. I nodded.

“I'm sorry!” I wailed, “It's my fault. If I wasn't blind-”

“No! Gerard Way. Do not ever say that. None of this is your fault. Baby you need to stop thinking about things like that. I need you to focus on you right now. Breathe.” Sarah instructed, wrapping her arms around me, keeping me somewhat warm.

“Focus on the smell's you smell. What do you smell right now?”

“Uh...um I smell your shampoo. Vanilla like always. I smell beer and piss. I smell rain...and um I smell the cigarettes on my clothes.” I counted off. This was typical. Whenever I got upset, to focus me Sarah had me count off five things I smelt, felt, heard, and tasted.

“Okay, good. How about what you can feel?” She asked next.

“I feel cold.” I laughed weakly and so did Sarah. “I feel the fabric of my leather jacket...” and so on and so on, we went until we got all the way to taste, which was the hardest of them all, that's why we did it last.

“...and um Frank.” I admitted shyly, listing off the last thing I could taste.

“Okay. Good.” Sarah giggled. “How are you, now?” she asked.

“Better.” I sniffled. Right then, I heard the front doors to the bar slam open.

“There you guys are!” Matt exclaimed.

“Yeah, I said right out front, dummy.” Sarah scoffed.

“Well I couldn't hear very well over all the yelling.” Matt defended.

“Whatever. Where's Frank?” Sarah asked.

“Getting his guitar. He gave me his keys and said to wait for him out front.” Matt explained.

“How are you Gee?” He wondered concern lacing his words.

“Better.” I offered, trying to smile but it probably just came out as a grimace. Sarah helped me to my feet, then and guided me towards Frank car. Sarah set me in the back seat, while Matt and her made their way to the front. Immediately Sarah blasted the heater, as her and I had been sitting outside for God knows how long.

Putting the car in park, it hummed along for a good fifteen minutes, before I heard Sarah pop the trunk. Rattling ensued, from outside the back of the car while Frank was most likely stowing his guitar in the trunk. Footsteps as usual, then the opening of the door opposite of me. Franks
smell flooded the back seat, while his weight dipped in and the door slammed shut again.

“Gerard! Are you okay!” He immediately exclaimed once his butt hit the seat, hands flying to my face, looking me over.

“I'm fine. I'm more worried about you! What the fuck Frank! Why would you do something so stupid like egging that guy on!” I demanded, smacking his arm.

“I couldn't let that asshole push you around when I could see it happening right in front of me on stage! Of course I'm going to call him out!” Frank defended. “He knocked you on your ass! I'm not just going to let that slide.”

“But you don't have to physically fight either! What did he do to you? Are you okay?” I fluttered, moving my hands around his face trying to find any abnormality.

“Ouch.” He hissed, when my fingers brushed over his left eye.

“Yeah, you've got a shiner.” Matt commented, as I heard him twist around in his seat to look back at us.

“Is that all?” I asked of Matt.

“Mm. I dunno. Frank's jaw look bruised. But that's about it.” He answered.

“That's about it!” I repeated in disbelief at their stupidity.

“Hey, you should see that douche bag. Ten times worse than me.” Frank tried to lighten to mood.

“I don't give a damn, about how the other guy looks. I care about how you are!” I shouted, growing angry.

“Okay, okay.” Frank sighed, “I'm sorry. I was only trying to protect you.” he admitted. I huffed still angry but tried to let myself cool down.

“I don't need protecting.” I replied cooly.

“Can we please drop this.” Sarah stretched, sounding annoyed as well. “What I want to worry about right now, is how the fuck are we supposed to explain to Mom and David why Frank is beaten to shit. Considering, oh, I don't know, perhaps that we are only about five minutes from home. And oh, would you look at the time. We were supposed to be home a half hour ago, meaning their getting home right fucking now!” she spit, making all three of us go silent. I could even hear Sarah's heavy breathing from her angry rant.

“Well shit.” Frank muttered.

Notes

I hope you're all having a good weekend. I've been feeling sick since Friday with high blood sugars. Type One Diabetes sucks balls.