Love and Guns

Gerard woke to the sound of a loud boom echoing through his house. He sat up, quickly and threw his blankets off, and slowly walked to the door. He opened it just a crack so that he could see immediately out of his door and down the hallway. It was empty, and dark. He slipped out of his room, and tiptoed to Mikey's room. He opened the door and peeked in. Mikey was nowhere to be found. His heart started to race. He shuffled down the stairs, quickly peeking around the corner. There was a strange man standing in the family room. Gerard suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline. He ran full speed at the man, and tackled him down. He grabbed the man's arms and held them down. The man looked terrified. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house!?" Gerard yelled at him. "Gerard get the hell off of him!" He heard a yell from behind him. He turned his head and was met with his father and Mikey. Mikey was laughing at him, and his father was glaring at him. Gerard quickly got off of the man. His father helped him up, and brushed him off. "What is the meaning of this, Gerard?" His father snapped at him. "I heard gunshots. It scared me!" His father shook his head at him, disapprovingly. "This man is Mikey's target trainer. He's teaching him how to shoot and not miss." Mikey began laughing harder, but soon stopped at the sound of a sharp "Michael!" from his father. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Gerard said quietly. "Yeah, well maybe if you got off of your ass and did something useful to the business, I would have cared to inform you." His father spat at him. Gerard slumped back up to his room, and got dressed. He didn't plan on staying in the house for the whole day, while there's hundreds of better things he could be doing.

Notes

Kind of just a filler, sorry Comment, rate, subscribe Stay rad -GC