Maybe This Could Work...

The first week of school went by pretty normally. No one beat me up or stuffed me inside my locker, because sooner or later everyone found out what had happened to me. So now, I was not only known as the emo kid or the suicidal emo, I was now also the freak with the psycho dad. Great, real great. But at least they left me alone. I wouldn’t even notice the rest of them if it weren’t for the whispering and the sneaky looks.
My favourite part of the day was Gerard’s art class, to which I always got at least five minutes earlier, so we had a little ‘us’ time. And it was really nice, just the thought that we might get caught rushed so much adrenalin through my body. I could barely sit still through his classes.
And since I spent so much more time with Gerard, I spent so much less time with Gina and it bugged both of us, so one day, when Gerard had a meeting or something like that, we decided to hangout on our most traditional way, which consisted of buying booze after school, then hiding under the bleachers, mocking the sports team, while they ran around the field. Today, our choice of liquor was vodka. True I drank most of it, because of the hamartia. And every time I lit a cigarette, Gina gave me a disapproving look. Yes, maybe I was a little inconsiderate and maybe it was completely morally wrong to smoke next to a person with lung cancer, to be even called said persons best friend and smoke at the same time, was wrong, but I just couldn’t help it. I smoked because it calmed me down. I smoked because every time I blew out the smoke, I felt like I was blowing out my troubles and my worries. It made me feel free for those short couple of moments the nicotine lasted in my system.
So, Gina and I were sitting behind the bleachers, drinking that beautiful bottle of vodka, laughing at the jocks, who were now running circles around the field.
“How do they do it?” fake dramatically sighed Gina as we peeking through the bleachers.
“These are the heroes of our nation” I laughed, taking another full swing of vodka.
“True that my friend, true that” agreed Gina, taking the bottle from my hand. She held up the bottle, her head high.
“To the steroid heroes that our nation leans upon” she said. I raised my hand up to hers, pretending to hold a bottle of my own.
“To the motherfuckers that make our day miserable every single freaking day” I solemnly said. Then we drank. And drank.
By the time the bottle was ¾ gone, I could barely even make a logical sentence, completely unable to speak properly. Every word seemed like it wasn’t coming from my mouth, then echoing in my ears, the whole place spinning around like a carousel. And unlike the last time, for Halloween, were everything was funny, this time, it just wasn’t like that... Especially later when Gerard came over.
The vodka was long gone, the empty bottle laying in the grass, between me and Gina. We were looking up at the bleachers and all the sharpie drawn dicks and ‘You Suck’s and hearts with initials in them and names of long forgotten people that went to this shit ass school.
“Do you think our names will be up there someday?” I asked, my eyes rushing from letter to letter, trying my best to actually read what was written, but failing very miserably.
“Probably not... We’re nobodies, remember?” Gina sighed.
“No, I don’t remember...” I mumble, turning my head, only to see Gerard’s red silky hair jump up and down as he walked towards us and he didn’t seem to be in such a good mood.
“Oh, great...” I sighed, but I think I sighed it in my head and not out loud. For the past week he was in that not so good mood at least twice, after he came home from a faculty meeting. He was grumpy and when I tried to kiss him hello, he would just move away from me and go in his study next to the living room and I would leave him alone at those times, let him cool off by the time he came to bed. Now, even though I was drunk, I knew this was going to be something similar to those two days, just the ending wouldn’t be the same...
“May I asked, what are you two doing?” he asked, when he was only a couple of steps away from us.
“We’re handing out, Gee. What’s it look like we’re doing?” I asked, unintentionally rolling my eyes at him, lighting up another cigarette.
“It looks like you’re getting drunk and smoking on school grounds” Gerard said, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Yeah, so?” I mumbled, blowing out a big cloud of smoked in to Gerard’s way. I was surprised that Gina stayed quiet through all of this and by the end, she just silently walked away, giving me an apologetic look.
“So, that is not allowed” he said, raising his eyebrow.
“Yeah, like you care” I shrugged. To be honest, I’ve had enough of his grumpy mood and I wasn’t really thinking a whole lot and I most definitely didn’t process the words I was saying before I had said them. But I knew in my gut, that I would regret them by the time I sober up...
Gerard removed his stare from me and pointed it at Gina.
“You drunk to Ms. Lawrence?” Gee asked her in his teacher voice, to which I never grew fond off. She slightly shook her head, a quiet no escaping her lips.
“Then I suggest you leave for home, before I send you to detention as well”
Like I said, she stood up, took her things, giving me an apologetic look and walking away in silence. I watched her leave, dragging the oxygen tank behind her, head held down low. When Gee decided she was far enough to no longer hear us, he continues speaking.
“Now, get your butt in to detention, before I decided to send you to the principle” he said with such a strict voice I almost couldn’t believe it was his.
Just after that sentence, I had truly had enough of his gloomy bullshit, and I didn’t really care anymore that I didn’t filter the words I was saying, I just wanted him to leave me alone.
“I’m not going to detention” I calmly said back, raising my eyebrow at him.
“What?” he asked through his teeth.
“You heard me, I ain’t fucking going to detention Gee” said, blowing another cloud of smoke towards him.
“You know it’s Mr. Way here, you idiot” he hissed.
“Wait, wait wait... What? Now I’m an idiot? Well great, MR.WAY, this is just great” I hissed back at him, standing up. I honestly wanted to be on his eye level, but I was still shorter than him, so I still had to lift up my head to look him directly in the eyes. Even in my drunken state, I could still see the tiredness that his eyes radiated and the dark bags under his eyes.
“Frank, I’m warning you. I’m being serious! Go to detention and we’ll talk later about this” the last part he whispered, fearing that anyone would hear him.
“I said no” I mumbled again. We just stared at each other in anger, waiting for one of us to crack under the pressure of the other’s stare. But out glare off got interrupted by Mr. Hernandez, my gym teacher.
“What’s going on here?” he asked, running up from the field, the entire football team looking our way.
“Ah, yes, Mr. Hernandez. I was just sending Mr. Iero here to detention, but he refused to do so” explained Gerard, lifting his head up high. I knew this was his way of saying that if I won’t go the easy way, then I’ll just have to go the hard way. Mr. Hernandez took a look around, noticing the empty bottle of vodka and the cigarette between my fingers.
“Mr. Iero hand over the cigarette” said Mr. Hernandez, extending his hand towards me. I looked at him, then at Gee, down to my cigarette and back at Mr. Hernandez. I rolled my eyes and with a loud sigh, handed over the cigarette, which Mr. Hernandez put out by licking his thumb and pressing it to the burning end.
“Now, get your ass straight to detention or I’ll just reject that permission slip you got for you injuries. Do I make myself clear, Iero?” said Mr. Hernandez with his coach voice everyone, even the members of the football team, feared right to their bones. Wait... He would reject the permission slip?! Was he mental?! I can’t do anything physical while I still have stitches and a healing wrist! I looked at Gerard, hoping that he would knock some sense back in to the man, but he did absolutely nothing, just stared back at me.
“Fine!” I half yelled at both of them, grabbed my bag, then stomped away to detention.
God, was I pissed off at Gerard! I understood that he was tired and everything, but how could he do that!? I mean, I wasn’t pissed at him for letting Gina go and he probably did it because otherwise Mikey would have been mad at him. But... Letting the fucking gym teacher manipulate me like that, by threatening me?! What was wrong with him?
After I got let out of detention at four o’clock, I half expected for Gerard to be waiting for me at the corner of the street he always dropped me off before school and picked me up after. But, of course, he wasn’t there. Super...
I had to walk about 30 minutes back to his house, thinking about what awaited me there, the whole way. Was he even going to talk to me? Was he going to even let me in?! I know I was a prick to him, I have realised that somewhere through detention when the booze started to wore off and I was really sorry for what I said to him, but it wasn’t all my fault... Right? I mean, if he hadn’t been so bitchy and moody, all of that wouldn’t happen, right?
As I turned on his street, I could see the house in the distance. My hands started sweating and my heart racing out of control when I saw that his car was parked outside. Fuck...
Guilt flushed over me and I could feel a panic attack growing in the pit of my stomach, but I did my best to push it away, thinking everything was going to be okay. We’ll just talk about it and we’re going to be okay like before.
I stood in front of the door for a solid five minutes, just staring at it, holding the key in my hand, afraid to even put it in the key hole. I took a deep breath, finally inserting the key with a shaky hand and slowly and without a sound unlocking it.
I was greeted by the sound of a turned on TV, so I figured Gerard was watching one of his lame horror movies. I hung up my jacket, throwing my school bag in the corner, then slowly made my way to the living room, only to find Gina and Mikey cuddle up on the couch. Gina immediately looked at me, he eyes wide as pennies.
“Frankie, I’m so sor-“ she started, but I cut her off my raising my hand.
“It’s fine. Where’s Gerard?” I asked, looking around the dark room.
“I think he’s in his study” said Mikey, entwining his fingers with Gina’s.
“Thanks” I mumbled, immediately walking across the living room, to the closed door of Gerard Way’s study room. It’s where he did all his school work and things like that. I saw a small gleams of light on the floor, coming from beneath the door. Oh, yeah, he was in there.
I gently knocked on the door, waited a second for an answer. When nothing emerged from the room, I slowly opened the door.
And there he was. He was sitting behind the desk, leaning back in to the comfy chair.
“Gee?” I gently called to him, stepping inside the room and quietly closing the door behind me. His head slowly raised, then he turned around. His eyes were red and so was his nose. The bags under his eyes grew bigger and so did the tiredness that was now visibly clear on his face. He was wearing a washed out Iron Maiden shirt and sweatpants and some really crazy pattern socks. His hands were softly resting in his lap, his legs crossed.
“Yes?” he asked, slightly raising his eyebrows.
“Can we talk? A-about before?” I stuttered out, giving him a pleading look.
“Well, Frank, as you can see I have a lot of work. That means, we’ll talk later after I’m finished. Do you have a problem with that?” he said, his voice weak and quiet. I could just imagine him crying after he got home, beating himself up over me being such a dick to him.
“Eeerm... No, I guess...” I mumbled, lowering my look. Silence followed.
“The door is right behind you, if you don’t know” he then said and I could hear him trying to mask the sadness and anger.
“Okay... Yeah... Right” I said more to myself, then to him, exiting the study.
I walked up the stairs to the bedroom like a zombie. I had really hurt him... Shit.
I took off my cloths, slipping on a comfy pair of sweatpants. I then laid down on the bed, curling myself up in the blanket Gee and I share through the night.
Tears started running down my cheeks, quiet sobs escaping my lips. I felt horrible and I knew I couldn’t blame it on teenage hormones.
At some point I dozed off to sleep, only to be awakened several hours later, when Gerard finally came to bed.
“Hey” I quietly said to him. He walked to his side of the bed, turning on the bedside lamp.
“Hey” he mumbled back with a raspy voice. He sat down, his slouched back turned towards me. I crawled up from under the blanket, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Gerard, I’m really sorry” I said to him, in hopes he’d even look at me. He slightly turned his head, so he could see me with the corner of his eye.
“I know... I am too” he said, a weak smirk leaving his mouth.
“Baby, it’s okay. I love you” I said, trying to assure him that it’s fine. True it was our first fight, but it will most definitely not be our last.
“Yeah... I love you too. And I’m sorry” he said, finally looking me directly.
“No, don’t be. You were right I was an...”
Then I felt it. There was something warm spreading through Gerard’s shirt. I looked down, seeing a dark stain spreading from his waist. I pulled away one of my hands, taking a better look. And what I saw on my hand was blood...

Notes

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