It started with nothing

“… FRANK!“ I heard someone yell through my headphones. Oh, right, Gerard.

“What?!“ Snapped back.

“Jesus, can’t we have a normal conversation without yelling at each other?“ Gerard sighed and turned his eyes back on road. I rolled my eyes.

“We were not having a conversation. You were driving and I was listening to music, that was until you started yelling.“ I stated. Now it was Gerard who rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Just tell me where I should turn now.“ I looked from a car window and recognized a crossroad few blocks away from school.

“Turn left. Then straight and on the end of the road turn left again.“ I breathed, laying my head on window.

“Thank you.“ He murmured.

Wait. Gerard in my house? No fucking way.

“You’re not coming in are you?“ Gerard looked a bit confused, a bit hurt almost, but he shook his head as in ‘no’. Good.

It took a while until we were driving through one of the posh neighborhoods. I hated it there. Everything was so pretentious. Wall Street business men and their peroxide-blond wives, who they are definitely not cheating on with their secretaries. It’s disgusting. Speaking of Wall Street business men and their wives, what are they even doing in here? I mean, it’s close but still.

When I spotted our house on the end of the road I sighed and hit my head back on headrest.

“The one on the end, right there.“ I said blankly. Gerard nodded.

“You stay here. I’ll be back in five.“ I ordered with raised forefinger in his direction and then got out of the car before he could argue if he was about to. Was it just me, or did I see a spark in his eyes? I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about this right now.

*

“Well thank you for coming back! What the hell took you so long?!“ Yelling again. Great. I’m starting to get fed up with his bullshit. And I don’t even know him for long. So I said nothing and just frowned in his direction to let him know I had enough of his bullshit behavior.

Gerard scoffed and started driving again.

“Where are we even going now? And how? And why the hell do I need to be there?“ I asked somewhere between Nowhere, New Jersey and Boredom as I watched rain drops going down the passenger window. Yep, it’s raining. Again. Please don’t let this be some corny sad movie shit. Because, to be honest my life has been more like a one giant comedy last few weeks.

“We’re going to an airport. By car. Because you do.“ Gerard answered sassily.

Ooh, he certainly shouldn’t do that.

“What the fuck?! I just asked you casual questions and you act like a fucking boss of the World? Are you mentally healthy?!“ I yelled. Oh yelling feels good. I love yelling.

“Why are you yelling again?!“ He snapped back.

“Because you’re a fucking asshole, that’s why!“

“I am not!“

“Yes, you are! How can a normal man be socially correctly behaving and then in a fucking nanosecond turn into world’s biggest asshole?! Are fucking bipolar or what?“ I yelled so hard my throat felt sore. And at the end of my ‘quiet’ monologue, Gerard hit the brakes, stopped car with incredibly loud squeaking noise and then get out of the car and slammed the door hard.

I looked at him through a window, he was now leaning against the car. I sighed. Seems like I’ll have to go out then. Since he’s definitely not coming back in. So I unbuckled my belt, opened the door and stepped out to shitty weather.

“What the Hell, Gerard, come back in, you’ll catch something.“ I mumble as soon as I’m on his side of car. I can see a small smile on his face.

“Stop it, you’re not my mother.’ He said, still leaning on car.

“And let me just say, thank God.’ Gerard rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Whatever. And what the Hell was supposed to be that brakes thing? You wanted to kill us or what?“

“Oh, please.“ He said searching for something in his pockets. A while after that he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Like really? He thinks he’ll manage to light up a cigarette in this weather? And lo behold, after a minute of cursing and shuffling around he managed to light it up. Wow. Okay.

“I am not.“ He spoke up after a while of smoking. Huh?

“Huh?“ I asked him quite confused.

“I am not bipolar. I am just acting myself around you.“ Oh.

“So you’re just generally an asshole.“

“Shut up, Frank.“

“Don’t tell me to shut up, Gerard.“

“Why are you starting a fight again?! “

“Because I’m still pissed off and because you’re an asshole!“

“Maybe I am, but at least I’m not a teenage motherfucking idiot!“

“I can live with being ‘teenage motherfucking idiot’, because you know what? I know I will grow up someday!“

“Hahaha so fucking funny, you think you’re clever now?!“

“Fuck no, you should be the clever one in here cause-“ And with that he slammed my back against his car and kissed me hard.

Like seriously? This is happening always when we yell. It’s getting boring.

After a while of passionate kissing Gerard slowed down. Like, a lot. He went from almost fucking me against his car to gently kissing and nibbling my lips. Oh wait. I take it back. This is not so bad.

I don’t even know how long we were standing there. I just know that at some point, it stopped raining. And then, too early for my liking, some clearly very pricey car made it’s way in our direction so we rushed back to our seats and drove of before anyone could recognize us. We got back in time, the car was still far away from us when we heard it so there was very small chance that they, whoever they were, could even see us properly. But I still couldn’t risk someone seeing me like that. And by the look on Gerard’s face, neither could he.

Notes

Guys sorry! I'm working my ass off. Like this is my last holiday when I can literally do nothing before uni and, well let's say I don't have so much free time and when I do I'm not in mood to write.

Also there is a lot of swearing in this chapter. It's turning into a cliché. So what would you like to see in next chapter?

Also no time for corrections. Sorry for mistakes and nonsenses.