Gerard's P.O.V


The smell of crappy coffee and college dropouts smacked me in the face as I step through the doorway of the local coffee shop, which should be titled: Enter Here For Cheaper Coffee than Starbucks. I make my way up to the front of this little shop of shit, as I spot whose working behind the counter. Her big brown, doll-like eyes pierce into my core as if she’s trying to damn me to hell, but that wouldn’t exactly surprise me. She chews rather loudly on a piece of gum as she continues to glare at me, her eyes unblinking. She tucks a strand of her stringy chestnut hair behind her ear as I sigh and try to avoid her gaze while placing my hand on the slightly grimy counter. “Hey Jenny.” I groan as I finally make eye contact with her.

“Hello Way, are coming to my party tonight?” Jenny otherwise known as the resident bitch of this little corner of the world said. I sigh as I run a hand through my slightly greasy hair, carefully thinking over my answer to her question. I had all but forgotten about her little ‘party’ frankly the only reason I know Jenny is because my bandmate and best friend, Ray, used to date her. Biggest fucking mistake of his life. I can sense her growing impatient as her frantic chewing becomes louder and more annoying and her demonic glare continues to stab my soul.

“I guess...what time does it start?” I ask while sighing once again.

“Eight...be there, and don’t forget to bring your band along with you, especially Ray.” She warns, I sense a sort of desperation in her usual monotone voice when she mentioned Ray. Which doesn’t surprise me, she’s been trying to get him back for weeks now.

“Yeah whatever, anyway can I get-” I begin to order my usual but before I can even utter the words she set the cup of coffee on the counter.

“That will be $3.88.”Jenny states, I guess she’s memorized my order by now which I find a bit odd. She must store all of the information in the hardrive of her robotic heart. She holds out her hand, impatiently. I dig around in the pocket of my skinny jeans as I pull out four crumpled dollar bills, I should invest in a wallet but whatevers. Not like I have money anyway. I place the money in Jenny’s eager hand, as she briefly inspects the bills while mumbling something and opening the rusty cash register which pops open with a loud ping noise. She hands me the change with a grumble as I stuff it in my pocket. I grab the styrofoam cup and mumble a thanks in Jenny’s general direction as I turn around and begin to venture towards an empty table in the corner of the small building.

I sit down in the plastic chair and pull my phone out of my pocket, I decide I should text Ray and inform him about the party. I laugh slightly remembering what I used as his contact name, Princess Fro-Fro, but then of course that bitch had to get back at me by putting down Geetard as my contact name on his phone.

Geetard: Dude, The Terminator is having a party 2nite and wants us 2 come.

Princess Fro-Fro: Shit, I've been trying to avoid her 4 weeks.

Geetard: I know but if we don't go I think she might kill us.

Princess Fro-Fro: Yeah ur right...btw hope u didn't forget but we've got band practice in 30 min.

Geetard: K be there in a few.

I stuff my phone back in my pocket as I gulp down the last of my coffee. The shittiness leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I quickly stand up as I throw the empty cup in the trash can and prepare to enter into the outside other wise known as my worst nightmare.

*Time Lapse*

I knock on the faded and chipping wooden door of Ray's apartment. I glance at my watch and notice it's 3:00, right on time. "Coming!" I hear Ray say and then the door flings open revealing him with his poofy brown hair and goofy smile.

"Gerard! We've just finished setting up, come in." He says as he motions for me to enter his small but nicely decorated apartment. I grin as I step through the doorway. The couch and table have been moved out of the center of the room, so the band could practice. The drum kit is already set up completed with the Sex Bob-omb logo. I move towards the microphone carefully trying to avoid stepping on the wires connected to the amps.

"Geebear!" I hear Mikey, my somewhat annoying, completely awkward, unicorn believer brother yell as he stepped into the room picking up his bass littered with stickers of superheros, band logos, and of course unicorns.

"Hey Mikey." I mumble as he adjusts his white-rimmed glasses and pats down his messy light brown hair.

"I've been hearing something about a party tonight." Mikey says.

"Yeah, Jenny the teenage robot is throwing one and we have to go."

"Awww, but why? I hate parties."

"I know so just stand in a corner and pretend like you're social."

At this moment Hayley walks in interrupting our little 'conversation'. "What were you two jerk-off's talking about?" She grumbles as she sits down in front of her drum set and pushes her bright orange hair out of her face.

"Ray's ex-girlfriend is throwing a party tonight, and you're coming with us, we're not going to suffer this hell alone." I say as she looks at me with a blank expression on her pallid face, she's not the most 'expressive' or 'emotional' person in the world or perhaps in the whole fucking universe.

"Maybe you'll find some cute guys there, you haven't dated anyone since 'he-who-shall-not-be-named." Hayley says as the memories of the painful breakup come flooding back. Well really he just dumped me and soon went on to become super famous. It. Was. Brutal.

"Maybe your 'charming' personality will finally win someone over." I snap back in a sarcastic tone. Hayley shoots a glare my way, making me almost piss my pants out of fear.

"Gerard, if your life had a face, I would punch it." She says without any telltale sings of emotion.

"Wait-what?" I question but just then Ray walks into the room from the kitchen.

"Okay are we ready?" He asks as he picks up his jet black guitar. We all nod our heads in response. I turn towards the microphone as Hayley raises her drum sticks into the air.

"We are Sex Bob-omb!" She yells."1-2-3-4!" She yells once again as she bangs her drum sticks together, and we all start playing. Enveloping the air with our amazing shittiness.

*Time Lapse*

After practice, we sat around for a while watching reruns of Scooby Doo before it was finally time to leave for Jenny's shitty party. I groan as Ray stands up and grabs his car keys, "Do we have to?" I ask.

"Yes Geetard, now get up we're leaving." He says as he opens the front door.

"This is lame." I mumble while getting up from the carpet, little did I know that awaiting at the party is the love of my pathetic little insignificant life.

Notes

Hello internet peoples. Please let me know if it's shit or not and if I should continue, any comment good or bad would be greatly appreciated. Thank you to whomever is reading this it really means a lot to me. Love you :)