Blow a Kiss at the Methane Skies

Fuck.

Gerard's car swerves back into his lane as he jolts back awake. This was the third time in an hour he had dosed off while driving, but it was four o'clock in the fucking morning, so who could blame him? Of course that wouldn't be a valid excuse for a cop if he was pulled over for reckless driving, and what not, so he looked over the signs and decided to stop for the night. He chewed his lip, almost drawing blood to keep himself awake as he pulled over a lane and took the exit.

Usually, his thoughts could have kept him awake and rambling to some poor person but he had used that vantage point for the last two days and coffee was no longer something that could out way the levels of meletonin in his brain. God, he had to stop thinking and just find the fucking hotel. He looked around and slowly pulled in to the most decent looking of the few and parked as close as he could to the entrance. He sighed and turned off the car, just sitting there for a moment. If he took this exit, which is approximately a billion fucking exits from his, he still had a couple hours of driving to go. He sighed and pocketed his keys as he stood out of the car and chewed his lip hard again, something that was a habit now, and walked through the automatic doors. Great, they were already serving breakfast. His lips pulled into a tight frown and he shook his head, turning back to the front desk.

"Good morning! What can I help you with?" A perky worker asked from behind the desk. She only looked to be 20 or so, her hair in a loose pony tail at the back of her head, her outfit surprisingly neat and kept, which contrasted horribly with the place itself. He still had to stop himself from cringing back at her enthusiasm and pulled a tight, most unnatural looking smile.

"Could I get a room for one until morning? What's your checkout time?" He asked, looking around as she quickly looked through the computer for a room.

"Uhm, check out time is 2:30 pm, that way people can get their sleep if they're coming off the highway," She said quickly as she typed on the computer for a second. Gerard's eyes drooped as he nodded, leaning more into the counter. "We only have a room with two beds, would that be alright?"

He yawned and looked at the computer. Hey, Maybe he'll jump between them like he did as a kid. Ha, if he made it to the room before he passed out. "Yeah, the room will feel less empty that way."

She smiled smaller, almost a sympathetic smile as she checked him in. Usually, he'd be all for the sympathy, but today he was definitely not in the mood for anything. He quickly exchanged his money for a room key before he lethargically made his way to the elevator.

When he saw the 'out of order' sign, he groaned to himself and looked to the stairs. God, he hoped he could make it up there. He slowly opened the door and began to climb the stairs slowly, making it up two flights before he grabbed the wall to steady himself, almost passing out. Maybe he should've scored on that breakfast, considering he hadnt eaten in a couple days. He tried to shake himself off and made it to the third floor. He practically fell through the door and began to make his way down the hallway. He looked at his room key and then at the door a couple times before he opened the door and sighed thankfully when it opened. He walked in and looked around as he shut his door. God, he hoped he didn't get bedbug or something. Maybe a deadly fucking disease.

You see, it wasn't that he was an asshole that was used to 'upper class' living or anything, this room was a shithole.

The paint on the walls was peeling and the sheets looked like they hadn't been changed in 10 years. The TV was an old box set, which he was pretty sure was older than him. He sighed and shook his head, not even daring to look into the bathroom before he collapsed on the bed. It was better than the floor and, frankly, he couldn't care less if he contracted some kind of sickness anymore, he just wanted to sleep.

Before he even knew it, he was awake again, someone knocking at the door. He groans loudly as he recognizes the surroundings and rubs his eyes hard. The knocking comes again and he sighs. "Room keeping!"

"Someone's, uhm, in here?" Gerard calls back, very unsure of himself. He hears the old lady wheel her cart to the next room over and he sighs in relief, burying his face back in the bed.

Wow, if he had never knew what dirty ass smelled like clearer in his life.

He pulls away quickly, gagging and covering his mouth. He sat up as quickly as he could (which was extremely fucking slow if he did say so himself) and groaned again. God probably had it out for him, if there even was a God. He really had to piss, but he was really scared he would find a dead body in the bathtub or something because he knew he was in one of those places.

He decides to chance it and gets up to go. He was pretty good with the police anyways, and he obviously didn't do it since he hadn't even been able to stand properly last night and could use that perky fucking desk attendant as a witness.

He held back from screaming as he opened the bathroom door. It wasn't due to a dead body, though. It was because the biggest fucking rat he had ever seen was sitting in the middle of the ground. It was dead, for sure, the stench and showing ribs made sure he knew that, but he was still fucking mortified. He stumbled back and shook his head. He looked at the time and grabbed the room key before bolting out of the room and down the stairs faster than he thought he'd ever moved in his life. People didn't even stare at him because they most likely knew he had just saw something that he wet himself (just a little) over.

He (luckily) made it to his car and leaned on it, panting and holding his chest. God, that was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen in his life, and he had seen some nasty things in his time. He scrunched his nose up and stretched out his back. Slowly, his senses came back and suddenly he really had to pee again. He looked around and laughed to himself at his idea before going serious again and actually considering it. He looked over at the bushes and slowly begins to walk over. God, he hadn't been this primal since he was little, but these were probably the worst times in his life so he might as well piss in the bushes again.

He looked around before quickly peeing into the bushes. He rushed back to his car and jumped in, grabbing his hand sanitizer. He rubbed it over his hands and arms quickly, shuddering. He sighed and pulled his keys and phone out, starting his car quickly. He drove off as he checked his texts.

FROM:Mikey
'Dude, hurry the fuck up! She's fucking asking for you.'
'Please, hurry.'
'I need help.'

Gerard sighs and rubs his face and sets his phone down, not wanting to deal with that until he gets there. God, he loved his mom, he really did, but he wasn't prepared for this. At all.

But life doesn't really give a fuck if you're ready or not.

He speeds down the highway now, only a few exits left until he gets to where his mother lives and his heart begins racing. I mean, what if he's too late and her condition has worsened and now she's in a medicated coma or -

His phone goes off again and he quickly picks it up, hoping it's Mikey.

FROM: Frank Iero
'Heard about your mom - I'm so sorry.'

Gerard frowns deeply and throws his phone hard at the seat. Honestly, fuck him."Fuck Frank. He's a piece of shit - first time he's talked to me personally in almost a year and that's what he fucking tries? Talking with me again by apologizing about my mother. God just - just fuck him."

Gerard stops talking and blinks, feeling slightly guilty about what he had said. Okay, maybe Frank was actually sorry and isn't trying to spark up a conversation by starting with Gerard's dying mother. He chews his lip and nods to himself. But he's still an asshole. He never even apologized to Gerard for what he did to him.

Notes

Short chapter, I know, probably shitty chapter, I know.

But I've never written Frerard and have always wanted to so whatever