Tears

After school we all walked together to the hospital. My fingers were intertwined with Brendon's, but I was focused on my phone. I don't know why, but whenever something, like what had happened with Frank last night, happened (it happened a lot, I get around), I got really uneasy around Brendon for a day or two.
He never caught on actually. He was pretty oblivious. He just walked next to me with a bounce in his step. I loved Brendon, but the kid wouldn't ever give me the time of day! Our kisses never lasted more then fifteen seconds! I honestly just got bored of the quick kisses that we shared. He didn't seem the innocent type, but he kind of was.
"Ryan, are you listening to me?" Brendon said jerking my wrist rather harshly. "Ow!" I shrieked, yanking my arm away. "Son of a bitch, why the hell did you do that!?" I shouted.
He shied away from me as my famous temper got the best of me, "Don't fucking do that, are you stupid?" I found the words spilling out of my mouth, and I saw a frown flash across Brendon's face. "I... I'm sorry! I didn't know it would hurt like that!" He said.
I ignored his apology and continued to shout. "Well maybe you shouldn't be so harsh with your touch!" I yelled, "Or maybe you should take that rough touch somewhere else!" That got him mad. "Shut up, Ryan!" He shrieked.
Our whole group was looking at us. "You know I get lost in thought sometimes!" I shouted, and Brendon was crying now. I honestly felt bad, but I couldn't help but shouting. "Why the hell are you crying? Are you honestly that pathetic?" I couldn't believe what I was saying. Oh wow. "Well, its hard when you get like this! So distant!" Brendon shouted in response.
What I said next, I felt like I had just ripped my own heart out, "Well, guess what! I get like this because you refuse to do anything more then a quick kiss, and you know me well enough to know that I get BORED!" I shrieked. He got the memo, and his face fell. My heart quickened and he slapped me, and walked away.
I held the side of my face, and everyone stared at me in shock. I growled and spun on my heels, marching away from everybody, and once I turned the corner I ran. I ran until I got to my house, and then up my stairs, and collapsing on my bed. I buried my face in my pillow, and soon there was a hand on my back.
"Ryan, are you okay?" My aunt Lilia asked. She rubbed in between my shoulder blades, and I shook my head no, grumbling into the pillow, "I'm not okay." Then I turned over, "He wears me out..."
My aunt Lilia smiled gently down at me, and stroked my forehead. "It'll be okay sweetheart." I offered her a rather weak smile, and then I started to cry. I felt so bad for everything that had just transpired with Brendon.
I lived with my aunt Lilia because my parents didn't approve of the whole me being gay, and dating Brendon thing. I didn't mind living with my aunt. She was a nice woman with a decent job, and there was always something to do around the house.
She also cared about me, and she was a lesbian herself. In fact she was dating a woman named Terrie. I liked Terrie as well, she was a bit more uptight then Lilia, but she was still nice. Everyone in this house was nice, and they had a baby and he was adorable.His name was Axel.
Axel Ross.
Haha. Ironic.
Now I was thinking about Axel Rose, from Guns-n-Roses.
I was still crying though.
Lilia lay down next to me, and hugged me close to her in a spooning position.
I lay there with my aunt, in comfortable silence until there was a knock on the door. Terrie came upstairs about a minute or so later. "Uhm, Lilia, there's a group of scary teenagers at the front door. Please help."
The noises from downstairs sounded like Ray and Gerard talking, and the sound of Patrick's gameboy, and Pete (I think, I can't recognize his voice off hand) yelling at... Mikey? And then there was the smell of Frank's cherry cigarettes drifting up to my window, and the sound of quiet crying, which I assumed was Brendon.
I slowly crawled out of bed and walked down to the door. I was right. Ray, Gerard, Patrick, Pete, Mikey, Frank, Brendon, some brown haired chick with big eyes, Lyn-z, and a boy with really curly hair kind of like a skinnier, paler, dark haired version of Ray, were all crowed on my porch.
The big eyed chick was hugging Brendon who was crying. Mikey and Pete were arguing about who was better, Rolling Stones or Kiss, Patrick was playing on his gameboy, Ray and Gerard were talking, while Lyn-z was hugging on Gerard's waist. The other frizzy haired boy was hovering over Patrick's shoulder, watching him play.
"We've got a new member." Gerard was as I opened the door, "His name is Joe." He introduced. "Do you wanna come to the football game with us? We're heading down to Kings afterwards." He asked. I shrugged, and Brendon was glaring at me, and the big eyed girl with kissing his cheek. I almost gagged, but kept silent. I nodded slowly, "Yeah... okay."
We all walked together in awkward silence. I fell back to walk beside the new guy. "Hi Joe." I said, holding my hand out to him, "I'm Ryan." He took my hand and we shook before I dropped my now sweat covered palm (his sweat... ew) to my side to wipe my hand on my jeans. I smiled, but I was grimacing inside.

The football game turned out pretty good, and we didn't get picked on the entire game. Our school won, but I was neutral on that part.
Joe was pretty loudly cheering on the quarterback, James Conrad. None of us called him out on it, but we were all pretty confused. We didn't know him well enough to actually ask about it though.
After the football game we all piled into Ray's pickup truck, which he had, for some reason, left in the school parking lot. Ray, Brendon, and the big eyed girl Sarah sat in the car, while Gerard, Frank, Patrick, Pete, Joe, Lyn-z, Mikey, and I all sat in the bed of the truck, passing cigarettes and beers through the window as we drove to Kings.
Gerard had miraculously gotten like seven packs of Coors beer, and we were all drinking it. "Ryan, pass me a beer." Ray said through the window which I was seated close to. I opened a beer and handed it to him.
"Oh my god, turn it up!" Frank suddenly exclaimed, "What is this song?" He squealed as Ray turned the music up. None of us knew, but it was amazing. We all listened to the song, and some of us hummed along.
We were all having a really nice time already, and we weren't even at Kings yet.
Ray stopped the car, and all of us hopped out of the back. Even Brendon was loosening up. Patrick, yes Patrick, threw an empty beer can away before going inside. We had gotten him to drink a beer, he didn't particularly like it, but he finished it.
We were seated in a booth near the back, where we could hear all the football players talk about the game. James, the quarterback, got up to go the bathroom just after Joe had left for the same reason.
We all suspected something, I could tell, but no one said anything. They were in there for about five minutes, so I don't think they did anything serious, but James' hair was a little messed up. I giggled quietly as Joe sat down next to me.
"So you and the quarterback?" Mikey leaned across the table, wiggling his eyebrows like a dork. Joe smirked and leaned forward as well, "So you and the emo?" He responded. Pete looked mortified, and Mikey blushed harshly.
Everyone began to laugh., and Mikey nodded slowly. "How'd you figure that out?" He asked Joe. The frizzy haired boy (not Ray) smirked, "I'm psychic!" He declared, making us all laugh even more.
It was weird having girls with us if I'm being one hundred percent honest, because most of us are really gay.
You can feel the gay coming off of us if you're even in the same room. You can be across the room, and you can still feel it.
Nah, I'm teasing, but seriously it's just weird, especially seeing Brendon with that big eyed chick hanging on him like a monkey.
How'd he get someone in like ten minutes?
"Frank." I said, turning to the boy to my left. He looked up from whatever he was watching Gerard draw, "Yeah?" He asked, "How'd you like to go out on an actual date?" I spoke quietly so only he, Gerard, and Joe heard.
His eyes twinkled with glee, and he responded rather giddily, "Yes. That'd be great." He spoke quietly as well. I smiled at him, and Gerard just shook his head at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, and the waitress came to take our orders.
Frank got a chicken ceaser salad with no chicken.
Gerard got a tunamelt with noodle soup.
Mikey got a chicken fried steak.
Patrick got a milkshake, saying how milkshake was a funny word, and that it was funny to say your name in front of a mirror. I think he was a lightweight drinker.
Ray got a hamburger with everything on it, including barbecue sauce.
Brendon got meatloaf, which is kind of gross. I hate meatloaf.
I got a grilled cheese because I'm childish and I like childish food, plus grilled cheese and tomato soup is my "I'm upset" food.
Lyn-z got chicken strips with ranch on the side.
Pete got salsueberry steak, and a diet coke.
And the big eyed girl (I refuse to call her Sarah) got popcorn shrimp.
Joe ordered clam strips.
We all waited for our food, and Ray lead a conversation about music, which soon turned into a debate about whether Morrissay was better solo, or with the Smiths. Everyone was shouting over everyone, trying to get their point in. I think Frank won the debate for Morrissay with the Smiths.
We all fell silent when the food was brought out.
Once the waitress was gone again we started talking again, eating, and laughing.
Joe mentioned that his friend Andy was having a party, and that we could all go after Kings. We were skeptical until the concept of drugs and alcohol was dragged into the picture. We finished up, and Gerard insisted on paying, then it was back to Ray's truck.
Joe drove us to the party, and a ginger kid, Andy I assume greeted Joe with a big hug, and welcomed us all. There were a lot of our kind of people there. We all actually had a really fun night.
We left Andy's house at three, and Ray took us all to the park where we lay in a circle staring at the sky, and passing around a joint.
Patrick had fallen asleep in the truck though.

When I woke up in the morning, I was laying in the bed of Ray's truck with a lot of other people. My head hurt, but I didn't really mind. I was warm, and actually really comfortable. All of us had snuggled up in the bed of the truck, because Ray had a bunch of blankets under the seats of the truck, we used each other as pillows.
I grabbed my phone which was about to fall off the edge of the truck because it was buzzing, and answered it.
My aunt Lilia spoke, "Where the HELL are you, Ryan?" She shouted into the phone.
"Shhhhh." I groaned, "My head hurts like a bitch."
I heard her sigh, "Look, I know that I'm pretty easy going, but honestly I don't need you dying in a drunk driving accident." She said. I sighed, "Can you call into the high school and tell them I'm sick?" I responded.
She grunted, "Fine. Bye Ryan. Please come home before too long." Then she hung up. Yeah, my aunt was pretty cool.
Everyone else was starting to wake up, and Patrick was whining about how he was missing school.
"Holy smokes, Patrick!" I said imitating him, "It's just one day! Relax!!" He pouted at me, and I offered him a smile.
"I suppose I should take everyone home." Ray said, stretching out his legs.
Everyone stared at him vacantly for a moment, before people started nodding. "Alright, dopes. Everyone get situated." He said crawling over me, and through the window, into the drivers seat.
The big eyed girl and Lyn-z had fallen asleep inside the truck, because they were prisses. Ray woke them up when he fell through window.
They groaned and sat up as he started the truck.
We dropped of Lyn-z, and then Brendon, and then Frank, Mikey, and Gerard, and then Sarah, then Joe, then Patrick and Pete, and finally I was dropped off. Ray said goodbye to me as I was walking inside, "I'll see you tomorrow at school, Ray!" I shouted over my shoulder and then closed my front door behind me.
Oh, I forgot to mention that Gerard had been wrong about Frank's injuries, he had a few cuts and bruised bones, but nothing got broken accept his nose, but they rebroke it so it's not broken anymore if that makes any sense.
My aunt Lilia glared at me as I walked through the door. "You look stoned." She commented, "I am." I replied, rubbing my bloodshot eyes. She sighed, "Did you bring me any?" She asked, I scoffed, "You wish. It wasn't that high quality anyways." I assured her. She laughed, "Fine, fine." She shook her head, "I can give you the number of someone you can get good weed, and he doesn't charge too much."
Yeah, this was my aunt for you.
Terrie grunted from the kitchen, "You should be punishing him Lilia, not helping him get even more stoned." She called, "Oh get the stick out of your ass, Terrie!" I replied for my aunt. Lilia laughed, and then we heard crying.
"I gotta go check on Axel." She pouted before walking to the babies room.
I walked upstairs to my room, "I'm really hungry!" I shouted down, "What do you want, kiddo?" I heard Terrie call back, I frowned and thought for a moment, "I don't know! Just make food!" I shouted back.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was dark again, and there was food on my nightstand. It was warm, so it was fresh. My aunt (one of them) had made me some hot chocolate, and a hot dog with mustard and ketchup.
I ate quickly and then dragged myself down the stairs, and slipped out the front door quietly. The house was dark, so I think everyone had drifted off to sleep. I grabbed my keys before I left, and started my car in the driveway.

*Lilia's Point of View*
Someone knocked on my door at like three in the morning, and I dragged myself downstairs. I opened it and a police officer was standing on my porch, "Can I help you?" She asked, "Are you Lilia Ross?" He asked.
"Yes... I am." I answered, "What do you want?"
My heart leapt into my throat as Terrie stood at the top of the stairs, "Can you wake Ryan up?" I asked her.
"He isn't in his room." She replied.
Then the officer spoke, "I'm afraid that I have bad news..."

Notes

Guys, I'm in love with my own fic.
It took me an hour to decide a point of view.
And then another hour to actually start writing, because I didn't know what to write
And then I was writing it all night for y'all.
I have a thing for drama, so I can be kind of cruel in my writing.
Also, I was ranting about Frank to my friend, and I mentioned that he was 1/4 Polish, and my friend was just like "Oh, then he has a big dick." And when I asked him what he was talking about, he went to the freezer and grabbed a pack of polish dogs, and said "They don't call these 'Polish Dogs' because they come from Poland. They call these Polish Dogs because they're larger then hot dogs, and Polish guys have bigger dicks then normal people." And then we just sat there in silence, thinking about Frank Iero's dick.
And this is what I do with my friends.
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