Forget About The Dirty Looks.

Gerard's P.O.V

My mom drags me into the house.
"I can't believe you've done that! Poor Frank, he seems so nice, he would have been a really good friend, by the looks of it, but no you have have to hurt the kid! Your behaviour, Gerard, is terrible at the minute, what is happening to you?"
"Mom, can we not do this now? I'm tired, and not in the mood."
"Well, Gerard, I am in the mood, so suck it up. What the hell has happened to you lately? You have changed and more that a few times you've come home drunk, high, or both. Talk to me, Gee"
Wow, the guilt trip tactic. Guess what?... it's also working. My eyes burn, and I can't tell whether it's from unshed tears, or the drugs I was taking earlier.
"Mom, I've not changed! I'm just, um... um, trying new things?" The supposed statement comes out as a question.
"Gerard, stop denying it. You and Mikey were so close up until, what, two months ago? You are out nearly every night, and if you aren't with your 'friends' then your upstairs, doing god knows what! All the boys you bring home, never once have you told me any of their names, but, you probably don't even know yourself, do you?"
"What the hell, mom! Are you calling me a-a fucking slut or something? I thought you wanted me to have friends, or do you just want me to yourself all the time, like I compensate for dad or something? You made him leave! You're just too needy! You need to get over hi-" A sharp stinging pain is suddenly all over my cheek. Tears really are burning my eyes this time.
"Go to your room, Gerard. I, I just don't want to see your face for a while.
"W-what? Di-did you just slap me? No wonder Dad left." I storm upstairs, and start packing my stuff. There is no way I'm staying here tonight. Where will I go? If I was nicer to Frank I probably could have gone there, but no, me and my pathetic ways messed that up.
Ray. I'll call him, he'll let me stay the night. I dial his number.
"Uh, hello?"
"Shit, sorry Ray. Did I wake you up? I didn't realize the time.."
"Well, yeah you did, it's fucking three o'clock. Anyway, what's up man?" Ray speaks into the phone sleepily
"Um, I was wondering if I could maybe stay the night? Me and mom had a massive argument, and I don't want to be here at the minute."
"Yeah, sure man. I'll come get you if you want? Say, twenty minutes?"
"Ray I owe you one! Thanks, man, I appreciate it. Really I do."
He hangs up without saying goodbye, typical Ray.



Downstairs, my mom is at the kitchen table, crying I think. She notices me and my bag, shock and worry flash over her face.
"Where are you going? Why have you packed a bag?"
Instead of answering her questions, I just walk out slamming the door in the process.
Frank, of all people is out in his front garden, smoking. He hears the slam and looks up, a scowl taking over his features, until he notices the bag, and then confusion takes it's place.
Anger suddenly makes it's way into my brain. This is all his fault; my mom slapping me, having a go at me; me walking out. It's all his fault, and I'm going to make him pay.

I drop my bag and run up to him, fist clenched.
"G-gerard, wha-what are you d-doing?" I don't answer, instead let the punch to his nose do the talking.
He stumbles backward, clutching his bloodied nose. Instead of backing down, like I thought he would, he takes me by surprise and tackles me, making me fall to the ground, hitting my head. Frank starts to punch me, and believe me, for a midget he is fucking strong. He lands good ones to my nose, jaw, and stomach. I manage to flip us over and I start hitting him. I get him again in his nose. I get up off him, and start kicking him in the ribs. He curls up, trying to protect his body. I think one of them knocks him unconscious, so I turn around and go to my house, waiting for Ray. Something jumps on my back, it's Frank. Devious little bastard, I curse him out and try to get him off me. My attempts are futile, and I end up on the ground, again. Frank grabs my hair and slam my head into the sidewalk. He goes to do it again, but someone lifts him off of me.
"Frank! Frank, calm the fuck down!" The voice belongs to Ray who is now holding Frank off the ground and Frank is struggling to get down. I, meanwhile, am getting increasingly dizzy, I'm about to either pass out, or throw up. My body decided on the latter. The contents of my stomach, now splattered on the floor look up at me. I wipe my mouth and turn to Ray and a still struggling Frank. His face looks really bad, but mine is probably worse. I can feel liquid dripping from where Frank slammed my face into the floor.
"Put me the fuck down, Ray! I'm calm, I'm fucking calm!" I have to laugh at that because, he still looks really, really un-calm. He looks up at me and his features change from frusration, to pure hatred. "What the fuck was that, Gerard? I mean, what the actual fuck was that?" I'm going to be honest, he actually looks pretty scary right now, and I'm glad Ray has hold of him.
"You made me have an argument with my mom! She, like, hates me now or something, and it's all your fault!" Anger bubble back up in me. It's all his fault.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot that I asked you to have your friends pin me up and for you to ram vodka down my throat! As for how Mikey found out, you did all that on your own, I wasn't going to tell anybody!"
"Whatever Frank. Fuck you." Flipping him off, I climb into Ray's car. Ray and Frank seem to have a conversation, Ray puts him down, and Frank heads inside, picking up his deserted fag packet and lighter.
As soon as Ray gets into the car, I can tell I'm in for a lecture. A lecture, that for some reason, I'm not in the mood for.
"C'mon, Ray, lets just go to yours, please? I'm really fucking tired and I feel like I've just had my face slammed into the sidewalk. Oh, wait, I have, my bad." I know I'm being a dick right now, but frankly, I couldn't fucking care less.

Notes

Soo, Gerard's POV. Maybe comment what you think; if your're are enjoying this? It's my first fic ever so I'm sorry if it's terrible... Anyway, hope you are enjoying it xo