Party Poison POV

I find myself in a classroom. Okay why did I even decide to come out? I have to sit and pretend like I’m listening to the teacher tell us some bullshit about performing our pieces next week. I wanted to play guitar with the cute kid! Talking of the cute kid, I look round next to me and analyse him for the first time face to face. He is so fucking gorgeous. He notices me staring and smiles up at me, making my heart flutter.
“You okay?” he whispers. I almost talk but bite my lip and nod before running my fingers through my hair, forgetting it isn’t mine.
“So is this- are you still Gerard or p-party?” he breathes as the class buzzes with everyone packing away.
“Party” I hiss. It’s not like anyone’s gonna notice. Frank looks taken aback. I grab a bit of paper not wanting to risk having a proper conversation, I mean one word is okay but multiple sentences would be pushing it.
‘Hey, you look really scared, please don’t be <3 I’m just here to look out for Gerard okay, ur prolly rlly creeped out which is understandable but there rlly is no reason. Just gimme a minute and we can chat outside’ I write.
A flicker of a smile dances across his lips as he reads it before he frowns slightly. “Y- your handwriting’s completely different?” he states shakily. Well yeah I’m completely different. I nod in response, I mean there’s not much else I can do. He puts the note in his bag with his books and we walk out of the classroom. I wait until we are out of the school and across the road before I speak. I also become aware of Gerard again. Good.
“Hey” I smile eventually. Frank looks surprised for a moment before smiling back.
“Hey”
“I don’t live far just a 10minute walk” I inform him trying to break the ice.
“Awesome” he pauses for a moment “So you are party poison?”
“Yup”
“Where’s Gerard?”
“Right here, he disappeared for a couple of minutes while class finished but he’s talking to me right now”
“o- okay” he nods looking slightly confused.
“Dude you look so freaked out!” I remark.
“Oh no I’m not I’m just uh” he trails off.
“It’s okay. Do you wanna play some music I mean fuck the passersby right?”
“Right” he smiles and I get out my phone. It’s full of music for all of us from David Bowie to black veil brides. I mean I hate bvb but Gerard’s gotta express that emo phase somehow. Despite Gerard’s protesting, I settle on some nicki minaj because ya know we all need a bit of her sass if we’re gonna make someone fall in love with us. Frank seems to recoil in disgust though.
“You don’t like Queen Nicki?” I question.
“Uh no. I think she’s everything wrong with the world”
“I think your face is everything wrong with the world” I retort. I swear I’m older than 5 “Actually no, that’s a blatant lie I think your face is quite the opposite”
'Party!’ Gerard cries 'Could you be any less subtle!?’
'I thought I was quite smooth actually’ I reply.
“Thanks I guess” Frank murmurs. I swear I notice a blush.
“S'alright”
We walk along the road listening to Nicki for a few minutes in silence. I really wanna chat but he seems far too creeped out.
“Say something quickly” he requests after a while.
“Something quickly” I reply sarcastically, intrigued as to why he was asking.
“I thought I could hear a west coast accent”
“Yeah I’m Californian”
“You- Gerard said you were from round here”
“Gerard is, I’m from just outside LA” I lie a little. I mean I’m from where LA would have been.
“But you’re-” He cuts himself off “Nevermind”
‘Oh god look how freaked out he is’ Gerard cries.
‘He’s not, its fine’ I reassure.
‘Okay well fuck this, I’m gonna go, I can’t be dealing with this awkwardness’ He sighs.
We keep walking, me rapping along to superbass under my breath.
“I’m still shocked you like Nicki Minaj” Frank comments.
“I don’t see why, she’s a goddess” I reply.
“Each to their own”
I can see this becoming a slight flaw in our relationship.
After a few minutes we arrive at my house.
“Hey!” I call out “I brought Frank with me”. My mum appears in the hallway and smiles at Frank.
“So you’re Gerard’s new friend?” she says softly and they shake hands.
“Can I have a word” she asks frank “G- Party, can you run upstairs”
“Why?” I frown.
“Because I say so, trust me” she states. I obey reluctantly, not wanting to cause a fuss.

Frank POV

Wow. I’m speechless about it all. It shocked me how different Party truly is to Gerard, I’m not sure if I like them or not. To be fair, my view is pretty tainted by their music choice. I’m really intruiged, I mean when I woke up today this was the last thing I expected. And when I woke up yesterday, I had no idea of his- their- I don’t fucking know- existence.
I follow Gerard/Party’s mum into the kitchen. It’s small but white and squeaky clean.
“So you’re Frank?” she asks.
“Yep”
“Okay, Frank, I’m assuming Gerard told you about some of his er problems” she starts.
“Yeah” I mumble.
“What did he say exactly?”
“That he has dissociative identity disorder and these other people who live in the same body as him”
“Okay that’s good. Even if he doesn’t make it clear you do need to remember they are all him, the same person, just parts of him separated off, but all him”
I nod.
“You’re a good kid Frank, most, especially at your age, would have run a mile by now.”
“Thanks” I smile unsure of what to say.
“I trust you will be respectful to him. He is very vulnerable.”
“Of course of course I mean I uh I- I” I trail off.
“You?”
“I uh nothing, I just had- I’m recovering from pretty bad anxiety and depression so I’m uh quite open minded about mental health and I’m not the kind to like fu- mess him around” I explain nervously.
“Okay that’s good. Well not what you went through but hopefully it’ll mean you can relate to each other a bit” she smiles “anyway you should go see hi- them before they wonder where you’ve gone. His rooms the first room on the left at the top of the stairs I gotta go hang the washing out” she explains before walking out into the garden.
I cautiously open the kitchen door and let out a slight giggle as a party poison falls at my feet. Clearly they’d just been eavesdropping.
“Depression and anxiety?” they comment, looking up at me with wide eyes and a cheeky smile.
“Yeah I told you well uh Gerard”
“Oh yeah shit I forgot sorry”
We walk upstairs and sit on the bed.
“So I hardly know you, I mean I kinda know Gerard but you’re a stranger” I say eventually.
“Okay, I’m Party Poison, I’m 19, I’m californian, I’m non binary, androgyne, so use they and them pronouns when talking about me specifically. Use he and his when talking about us as a whole though. I like a variety of music, mainly pop or hip hop or at least upbeat shit. Beyonce is my Queen. I have a lot of queens actually. I’m queer as hell. I exist to protect Gerard, guide him and support him through shit. I try to be quite positive like if anyone’s a douche to us I just laugh it the fuck off. I get kinda overprotective and defensive and it can come across a bit dickish but it’s only because deep down I’m very caring and Gerard’s like a little brother to me”
Wow they seem pretty cool actually, we could get on well. There is definitely something captivating about them. I keep noticing how they run their fingers through their hair and keep going for a few inches even though there’s no hair there.
“How come you’re 19?” I ask.
“What do you mean? I just am. How come you’re 15?” they laugh.
“Because I was born 15 years and a few months ago. When’s your date of birth?” I question, curious. They frown slightly and look worried.
“I- I don’t remember” They tell me, wavering.
“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked, I was just curious” I mumble feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
“It’s okay, I have the worst memory ever and there’s some things that we shouldn’t remember anyway like honestly none of us have any memories from before the past 5 years that are anything more than fuzzy fragments” they explain.
“It’s okay” I smile. I ache to ask what happened to Gerard that was so bad but the date of birth question seemed unsettling enough.
“Can you play me something?” They ask suddenly, glancing over to the guitar in the corner “I only came out because you were playing in music like I would of let Gerard enjoy tonight with you but I couldn’t resist, I’m really musical, the only thing is once I was actually out the lesson was over”.
Wow. I think I’ve broken the record for the most ‘wow’s in one day. But honestly, I’m so touched.
“Thank you so much, I’m so honoured” I breathe as I walk across the room and pick up the guitar “Did you hear what I played earlier?”
“A bit but I didn’t feel it like this sounds really weird but because I was co-conscious I was detached so like I was hearing it but not actually listening or feeling if you know what I mean” they explain. I think I get it.
“Yeah it doesn’t sound weird, but what does co-conscious mean?” I question.
“It’s where I’m conscious as well as Gerard which is most of the time but it’s like I’m sat behind his eyes watching and talking but I’m not carrying out the actions if you feel and I can’t control what he does” They explain.
“What if Gerard or like someone else you’re co-conscious with starts doing something harmful and you have to just sit there watching yourself I don’t know cut yourself or something fuck sorry that came out so personal” I worry.
“It’s okay. Probably shouldn’t be telling you this but that’s actually happened in the past or Gerard’s got really panicky and out of control and I’ve had to force myself to take control and like shut him away until he calms down. But it’s been the other way round too, I mean I’m ashamed to admit but I’ve done selfish reckless things while Gerard’s been co-conscious and asking me not to and just blocked him out and done them anyway” they confess. I feel a bit of anger in the moment, how dare they!? But it goes quickly as I realise I have no idea what it must be like for them and they clearly feel terrible.
“What kind of stuff did you do?” I ask carefully, hoping I sound empathetic.
“Smoking, drinking, going out late, dying my hair. It’s not an excuse but I’m 19 remember and 2 years ago I was 17 but 2 years ago Gerard was 12. So I wanted to spend my nights getting smashed like a lot of 17 year olds but he wanted to spend his nights watching telly and drawing” They mumble “It’s alright now though mostly”
“Glad to hear, this is so interesting sorry for the questions I’m just intruiged” I comment.
“It’s alright” they smile.
“So what’s it like for you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just like all the alters like I don’t know I’ve heard Gerard’s side but not yours” I clarify.
“I don’t know how to explain really, we used to have more alters but now we’ve got a nice little unit” they comment. I nod encouraging them to continue “There was a little girl alter who was five, Emily, a really angry alter and another teenager, younger than me but older than Gerard called bullet”
“What happened to them?”
“Some alters, like saviour and I were made to protect Gerard and others were made out of repressed or bottled up emotions, so through therapy Gerard learnt to embrace his childlike and angry emotions and over time the other two just disappeared. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Then Bullet died, he was pretty messed up to be honest and about a year ago he got into a fight and got knocked unconscious and once we woke up there were only 5 of us. We held a funeral for him on the inside and everything”
“Oh god, I’m sorry” I mumble unsure what to reply.
“It’s okay, I mean this is bad of me to say but it might have been for the best” they tell me.
“Maybe” I hum “What is it like? Like you said on the inside, what is it like inside?”
“When we aren’t out or co-conscious we either just sleep or go into this other world, the zones, I’m from zone one, right near the city in california but we all live in zone 985, it used to be full of lots of bad things, but we fought them off and now it’s pretty safe” they explain.
For a moment I’m confused, they’re talking bullshit.
“And is this all in your head?” I ask.
“Yeah I guess, the brain is pretty powerful. Anyway weren’t you playing me a song?” they smirk and I feel my stomach flip. I really do have a crush on this kid don’t I? All of this kid.

Notes

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thoughts?
I have been so invested in this story its unreal. Like I literally took that personality test in the characters (Party got ENFP which is rad bc I got either INFP or ENFP, it was inconclusive as to whether i'm introverted or extroverted). I have so many scenarios in my head for this, I can't wait to write them out.
Also my life is incredibly hectic idk what impact thats gonna have on my stories. But guess whoses getting evicted in 2 weeks. Yup. Me. sighsighsigh.

In other new i did go and see paloma faith the other night which was fucking incredible.

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