Gerard's P.O.V


I slam the front door of my crappy little apartment behind me as I groan and flip on the light switch. Considering there are exactly zero windows in my hobbit hole. I look around the room while throwing my coat on the coat rack. I shuffle towards the only chair in the apartment and sit down with a loud thump. I sit there for a while staring at the wall while reliving the events that occurred earlier tonight particularly meeting Frank, the god among men, and me embarrassing myself.

I am pulled from my thoughts when the front door suddenly flies open revealing Twiggy, my somewhat odd, somewhat childish, completely sarcastic roommate standing flamboyantly in the small doorway.

"Guess who's drunk!" She bellows as she slams the door shut while strutting into the room and flopping down on the faded olive couch covered in duct tape. Her famous bright hot pink hair with black highlights flops over her face as she threw her car keys at me, catching me off guard, when they hit me directly in the face. I let out a slight grunt at the impact.

"I guess Twiggy." I say as I throw the keys back at her, but of course that bitch caught them.

"You guess correctly, so Geebear I heard that you went to The Terminator's party tonight." She says as she sits up on the shitty couch that is literately falling apart at the seams.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"I have my ways."

"Okay then..."

"Come on, I want details, anything interesting happen?"

"Well besides me making a fool out of myself in front of the hottest guy in existence, no nothing happened." I say bluntly.

"Awwww, Gee, not again, isn't this the fifth time this month that you've embarrassed yourself? Tell me you didn't say the shit about the koalas."

"Oh, yes, Twiggy I did...and you know what sucks? Everything." I groan as I stuff my face in a pillow, attempting to suffocate myself.

"You're such a Geetard." Twiggy says as she takes the pillow from my grasp and throws it on the couch.

"Who was it anyway?" She asks as she makes her way into the crappy kitchen, which really only involves her walking a few feet.

"His name is Frank, that's all I know."

"Did he have black hair, tattoos, and give off a sort of mysterious bad boy vibe?" She asks as she pours herself a cup of day old coffee which probably tastes like complete and utter shit.

"Yeah, how did you know?" I ask as I move to sit at one of the plastic chairs in front of the counter across from Twiggy.

"Like I said, I have my ways." She says as she winks and takes a sip of coffee, but quickly gags and spits the awful substance back into the cup.

"What do you know about him!?" I demand talking rather fast while my voice is high-pitched once again due to me not being able to contain my excitement.

"Woah, Gee, calm down, all I know is that his full name is Frank Iero, he just moved here, and seems to have a lot of baggage. Oh and he delivers packages for Amazon." She says as she pours the coffee into the sink.

"Frank Iero..." I mumble while thinking over everything Twiggy had just told me.

"Well, I'm going to bed, goodnight Geebear." Twiggy says as she heads for her room.


*The next morning*

I sit in front of the ancient computer which looks like it belongs in a shitty 90's sitcom about computer geeks as I wait for Amazon.com to load. Twiggy steps into the room with her wild hair sticking out at odd angles. She shuffles along like a zombie towards the coffee machine. Good thing I made a new cup this morning because she can never seem to remember to do so and usually ends up drinking week old coffee.

"Did you have fun last night, dreaming about your boyfriend?" Twiggy groans in a tired voice as she pours the coffee into the mug that says 'Best Dad Ever' on the front of it. We usually just end up stealing mugs from various friends' houses' on the rare occasions we're invited to parties, since we're too lazy and cheap to buy new ones. We're such badasses.

"Very funny , Twigs." I say as the website finally loads.

"Don't tell me your buying shit of off Amazon, just so you can see Frank." She says as she sits on the couch and turns on the little piece of shit TV which also looks like it belongs in the 90's.

"No...I really want this thingy." I mumble.

"Thingy? Really Gee...are you that desperate?"

"For your information, yes I am, are you happy now?"

"Yes I am." She says as she watches reruns of Batman.

I place my order for the 'thingy' frankly I don't even know what the fuck it is but I'm getting so I can see the god of hotness. Suddenly, the ancient machine speaks in a monotone voice saying that I have mail.

"Dude, this thing claims I have mail." I say as I open the message.

"It's amazing what we can do with computers these days." Twiggy says sarcastically.

"Dude, now I'm totally reading it."

"I'm so happy for you." Twiggy says sarcastically once again.

I start to scan over the message.It has come to my attention....blah, blah, blah...league of evil exes...blah,blah,blah...duel to the death....blah,blah,blah. "This is so......boring." I mumble as I move the mouse over to the delete button. "Delete!" I muse as I click the button and turn off the computer.

Now I only have to wait for the package to arrive. "Hey what day is it?" I ask Twiggy as I sit down cross-legged in front of the door.

"Saturday, the package will ship at the earliest monday Gee, are you seriously waiting for it?" Twiggy asks as she turns around to face me.

"Maybe...." I mumble as I turn around and face the door once again.

Notes

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