Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

“So you’ll definitely come tonight?” She asked, biting her lip nervously as she looked up into the eyes of her best friend. “Yeah, any excuse to see you in a little black dress” Jimmy replied, winking at her. Iris felt her cheeks burn a bright red; he was such a flirt! She swallowed hard. “Shut up Jim” she replied jokingly punching him on the arm before picking up her guitar. “I’ve got to take my sister home so I’ll see you tonight”. Jimmy nodded, folding his arms against his chest as he wished her goodbye.

Iris wandered down the corridor of St Mary’s High Schools music department, grinning wildly as she carried her guitar through the school. A lock of blonde hair fell before her eyes and the urge to drop everything to push it out of her face was creeping up on her. “urgh” she muttered to herself as she passed a group of year 7’s who sniggered at her as she passed.

She rolled her eyes, ignoring them as she pressed on. I am never having kids she thought sourly as she arrived at her locker. As she placed her guitar in her locker, her mind began to wander back to band practice. It had been ages since they wrote a song together, especially since exam period had started and she was glad everything seemed to be getting back to normal.

*****

“Iris will you please look at me when I’m talking to you?” Patrick asked, tapping his foot impatiently. Iris sighed, turning around in her seat. “What?” She moaned. “Well, tell me then?” He said, his gaze hardening as he leaned against the doorframe. “About what?’ she asked innocently, playing dumb. She knew exactly what he was on about; he didn’t want her going clubbing tonight. “Why you failed to tell me where you were going tonight” He replied angrily, narrowing his eyes at her. Iris groaned, she could never understand why he was so protective over her and Ramona. She wasn’t stupid. She’d never smoked, never did anything illegal; heck she hadn’t even had sex yet!

What the hell was his problem?

“Father said it was fine” She said matter-of-factly, smirking as she turned back to the opening episode of The Walking dead. Patrick opened his mouth to yell before a hand clamped down on his shoulder, yanking him back towards the kitchen. He quickly turned to find Frank standing before him. “What the hell are you…” Patrick started before swiftly being shushed by him. “Keep your voice down.” he hissed, closing the door shut behind his husband. “I don’t want her hearing” he added, beckoning at the wall.

Patrick sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “You know why I’m acting like this” he said sternly. Frank nodded; neither of them had forgotten the events that happened all those years ago, especially him. Ever since, Patrick had become overly protective of him and their family. Of course he could understand why he didn’t want to let Iris out of his sight, he didn’t want her to go through what he had been through. But he didn’t want to suffocate her, she was almost 18 for christsake.
Frank took hold of his hands, looking into Patrick’s deep blue eyes as he offered him a weak smile. “We cant keep her locked up forever. She’s a grown woman babe, let her live her life” He said softly, gently cupping his face as he tried to avoid his gaze. Patrick sighed internally, he didn’t want to admit he was right; he just wanted her safe that was all. “Sorry Frank it’s just….” Frank quickly pressed his lips against his, running his hand through his blonde hair as he pulled him in. Patrick wrapped his arms around his husbands waist, running his hands up his back as he pulled him closer.

“Ew seriously!” A voice cried out from behind them.

Patrick pulled away, grinning as Ramona sat down at the kitchen table, placing her headphones in her ears as she shot her parents a disgusted look. The pair looked at each out and burst into laughter. “Aww what’s wrong honey? You know how much I love this guy?” Frank exclaimed, grabbing hold of Patrick and nuzzling his neck. Ramona groaned, rolling her eyes as she trudged out of the room. “You guys are gross!” She called back as she ran up the stairs.

******

“This place is great!” Beth yelled drunkenly, taking another sip of her drink before dragging Iris to the dance floor. Iris smiled weakly, she was really out of her comfort zone. Liquid was dank little nightclub off the beaten path. Inside, the stench of smoke, sweat and booze violently hit her as she struggled to move in the crowd. How can anyone move in a place like this? She wondered as she began to dance with her friend.

The pair continued to dance the night away, occasionally stopping for drinks and giggling with one another as they found themselves enjoying the club. “I’m so glad you convinced me to do this!” She yelled, almost deafened by the loud music. Beth nodded, giving her a thumbs up as she began to move over to the dance floor. Iris shook her head, tapping Beth on the shoulder as she gestured towards the bar. “I’ll meet you at the front” Beth replied, smiling at her as she staggered away. Iris laughed, she was hilarious drunk.

She pushed her way through the crowds and stood at the bar, trying to call over the bartender but found herself being ignored. “For fuck’s sake” she moaned, leaning against the bar as she found herself losing her balance, she had obviously had too much to drink.

In that moment man suddenly walked up beside her, smiling at her before calling out to the barman. “Two vodka lemonades” he yelled, holding up a £10 note. The bartender nodded, quickly making the drinks and swapping them for the cash. He turned back to Iris, offering her a drink as he leaned against the bar. “Thank’s” she said sweetly, sipping it while she studied his appearance.

The stranger was an attractive man, standing around 6 foot with long, dark hair to match his pale complexion. While his dark eyes were beautiful, glimmering in in the dim lights, she could see that his eyes seemed old, as though he had been through a great deal in life.

But it was those eyes that she couldn’t take her eyes off, eyes that seemed to draw her in.

The stranger shook his head. “Don’t mention it, You come here often?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. She shook her head. “Naa, this is new to me. Not really my sort of music” She replied, placing his drink on the bar. The stranger smiled, placing his drink on the bar. “What music are you into then?” He asked, looking into her eyes, admiring just how beautiful they were. “Oh you know, rock, metal stuff like that really- I’m actually in a band” she replied taking another sip of her drink. The stranger laughed, an innocent laugh. He offered her a warm smile as he continued to stare at her; as though he was genuingly interested in what she had to say. “That’s pretty impressive, what do you play?” He asked, making her cheeks burn red.

Her eyes shot down shyly at the bar, was he really interested in her? She had gone her whole life without anyone ever second glancing her and now he she was, being chatted up by someone who was possibly the hottest guy in the club. “I play lead guitar, sometime I do back up vocals too” she explained, looking back up into his warm gaze. The stranger nodded, taking a sip of his drink. With every passing moment, a spark began to develop between the pair. Every touch, every smile, made their hearts skip a beat as time seemed to stand still for them. The noise of the bar faded out and all was left was those two who stood laughing at the bar; with Iris silently hoping this night would never end.

“So what’s your name?” she asked finally, raising an eyebrow at him. The stranger laughed, folding his arms against his chest. “That’s very forward of you” he joked. Iris shrugged, a grin forming on her face. “Just like to know whose buying my drinks” she replied flirtily. The man stood there for a moment, as though contemplating her answer before giving her a satisfied nod. “It’s Gerard, Gerard Way” he said quietly.

“Nice to meet you Gerard, I’m Iris Iero”

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