Zombie Movie

Gerard sighed as he hit the alarm in his dark bedroom. 22 and living in his parents basement. This is not where he thought he would once out of highschool, but Art School didn’t work out. It was disappointing to say the least, it’s not that he didn’t love art, or didn’t feel any inspiration with what he was drawing, but what the school wanted from him...it was just all so corporated. He didn’t want to be drawing shitty cartoons for some second rate network. So until he got himself sorted out, he was back home working at Zaps Comics in New Jersey.
He threw on some ripped black jeans and took a quick whiff of the shirt he wore to bed last night. Not the best smell but it wasn’t like he was trying to impress anyone. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair and deemed it unmanageable for the day. Grabbing his cigarettes, sketchbook, keys and wallet he walked upstairs to the kitchen.
“Morning Gee.” His 19 year old brother, Mikey, mumbled while eating a bowl of fruit loops.
“Hey Mikey, whatcha up to today?”
“I’m working on my zombie film for my video editing class, are you still up for helping me with it? I may be a bit over my head at this point. It’s due in two weeks!What time will you be back home at?”
“I said I would, don’t worry about it. I already have a kick ass soundtrack playlist that we can use. And I’ll be home around 5, want to order some pizza when I get back?”
Donna and Don, parents of the two boys were on their anniversary of 20 years. For 2 weeks they were vacationing along the caribbean, leaving Mikey and Gee for themselves. With that being said, there was quite a lot of take out containers spewed around the house.
“Yeah that sounds great, although I might have some people from my movie come over too. Actually I meant to bring that up! There’s this kid Frankie whos doing all the zombie make up for us and he says that he knows you! Or at least sees you working at the shop a lot.”
“Frankie? Never heard of him.” Gerard said, shoving a pop tart in his mouth while simultaneously putting his converse on.
“Short guy, tattoos all over the place? Well you’ll see him tonight anyways. Not to mention...he’s gay!”
Gerard rolled his eyes. Ever since he came out to his family two years ago, they have shoved every single gay guy in his path.
“Mikey for the last time, that’s not how it works. Just because someone is gay doesn’t mean that I automatically want to fuck them.”
Mikey backed into a cabinet while covering his eyes almost comically “Ah! Language please! I definitely don’t want to imagine you fucking anyone!”
“Well you better believe it little brother” Gerard said with a smirk. “Alright I’m going now, see you later.” Gerard waved goodbye and left his basic suburban house.
Once into his beat up car he put on another mix CD, he broke his ipod 3 months ago and had been kicking it “old school” since then. While driving along he couldn't’ help but think about what Mikey said about Frank. Although he stood by his previous statement, he couldn’t help but get a little turned on by a guy covered in tattoos. He never was into the whole cookie cutter image. Plus, Frank said that he recognized Gerard. But why couldn’t he remember who this Frank was? Maybe he would be at Zaps today.
He pulled into the comic store parking lot and sighed. He was overthinking this. With a deep breath, he walked inside the tiny store and got to work.

Notes

Hey everyone!
So my name is Kay, and this is my first fic. I'm not sure if I'm actually good at this stuff...just thought it would be fun to do. Anyways feel free to comment (it would be much appreciated!) I plan on updating once a week.