Gerard Way vs the World
Chapter Five: I Came Here To Drink Milk and Kick Ass. And I've Just Finished My Milk
Gerard's P.O.V
*Gerard's and Twiggy's apartment, Monday 12:00 p.m.*
I grip my phone in my shaking, sweaty hand debating whether or not to call Frank. Will I seem too needy? Will he think I'm a stalker? Will he think I'm crazy? It's only been three hours since he gave me his number and I still clenched the small, now slightly crumbled, piece of paper in my other hand. Periodically sniffing it, hey don't judge.
"Just call him you idiot." Twiggy says as she munches on Fruit Loops, her favorite cereal.
"But-" I begin but she interrupts me as she hits me on the head with her spoon.
"No buts, just do it, what are you so afraid of anyway?"
"Rejection...." I sigh as I sink further into the abyss of our shitty couch.
"Give me your phone." She demands as she holds out her hand and puts down the now empty bowl of cereal.
"Why? What're you gonna do-" Before I could finish Twiggy pounced upon me like she was a fucking cheetah and pinned my arms above my head while moving to sit on my chest. I felt like I was dying as she put all of her weight on me, for such a small person she sure weighed a lot.
"Twigs...What the fuck....I-I can't breathe..." I gasped.
"Thanks Gee." She smiled mischievously as she took Frank's number and my phone from my hands and let go of my arms. She jumped up from my chest and moved like The Flash as she bolted to her room.
"No...wait...don't!" I pleaded between coughs as I heard her bedroom door slam shut. I shot up from the couch and ran towards her door. My hands grip the knob as I try opening it but soon realize it's locked.
"Open the fucking door, Twiggy!" I yell as I bang my fists against the door.
"Nope, I'm texting your boyfriend right now asking when he's free, you can thank me later."
"You damn dirty whore!"
"That was a bit harsh, Geebear, I'm doing this for you remember. I'm not the one who worships him."
"I don't worship him...." I say as I think it over, okay maybe I do worship him, just a little. But you know it's not like I'm obsessed with him or anything...
"Hate to break it to you, but yeah you kinda do....oh look Frankie says he's free tonight."
"Really?"
"Yep, and he would love to meet up with you."
"Really?"
"I'm not bullshitin' you...now if I open my door, you promise not to murder me right?"
"Yes, Twiggy, I promise I won't murder you." I say as she opens the door and returns my phone and piece of paper to me.
"Now what do you say, Gee?"
"Thanks Twiggy..." I mumble as I look down at the dirty carpet.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Thanks Twiggy." I say once again as I roll my eyes and look up at her.
"That's what I thought." She says as she flips her bright, messy hair and struts back into the living room, like the sassy bitch that she is, and flops down on the couch.
"So what time does he want to meet up?" I ask as I sit down besides her.
"Seven, and he's coming here to pick you up." She says as she flips through the channels before finally landing on one showing some bland action movie. A muscular blonde man with blue eyes wearing a black leather jacket pops up on the screen.
"Who's that tool?" I ask referring to the douche on TV.
"Only the hottest star in Hollywood , Ace Striker, who also happens to be a complete dick but I love him for it." She giggles.
Ace, trying way to hard to be cool and failing just as hard, struts up to a bar and orders a glass of milk...wait-milk? What the hell? He then chugs down the milk and dramatically slams the glass down as a group of dudes cloaked in leather, who look equally as douchey, walk up behind him. The leader of the douches rips off his sunglasses while crossing his arms across his chest.
"Oi! Imagine the future Ace 'cause you're not gonna be in it!" The king douche yells getting the attention of our little hero.
"I came here to drink milk and kick ass. And I've just finished my milk." Ace says in a gruff tone as he pulls out his gun and turns around to face the group of villains. But suddenly the screen fades to black and some cheesy 80's metal song starts playing while the end credits roll.
"Well that was lame." I sigh as Twiggy starts flipping channels again.
"No shit but the asshole gets payed millions of dollars for being lame."
For the next few hours, we continue sitting on our asses mindlessly staring at the device the government is probably using right now to brainwash us. Until I look down at my watch and see that it's already 5:30.
"Shit, I'm gonna go get ready." I tell Twiggy as I rush to my room.
"Make sure to wear something sexy, Geebear!" I hear her yell as I close my bedroom door.
"Like I have anything sexy." I mumble to myself as I rummage through my disorganized closet that looks like a black hole, ready to suck me into eternal darkness. I finally settle upon a pair of black skinny jeans, a black Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt, and my infamous converse.
"Damn I'm so emo..." I mumble to myself once again as I set the items of clothing on my unmade bed and decide I should take a shower since I look and smell like a piece of human garbage. I rush to the bathroom and peel off my current clothing which stick to me, pleading to stay. I turn on the shower and hop in, relishing the feeling of the hot water hitting my skin.
*30 minutes later*
I look in the bathroom mirror examining my appearance one final time. I sigh as I look at my deathly pale skin and non-attractive features. My long black hair is for once semi-clean but still makes me look even shittier. I start to feel nervous and anxious, knowing that Frank would never want to date an ugly piece of shit like me.
"Come on, Gee! I wanna see what you look like!" Twiggy calls for me as I sigh once again and step into the living room and see her standing next to the couch while her piercing green eyes scan me from head to toe.
"Awww, my little boy is all grown up." Twiggy jokes as her small frame pulls me into a bone crushing hug.
"Twigs..let go...can't breath." I gasp as she finally let's me go and motions for me to sit on the couch with her.
"I don't think I can do this Twiggy..." I confess as she looks at me, slightly confused.
"Why?" She asks as she places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Because I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm fucking disgusting! I mean how could Frank, a fucking god compared to me, ever in a million fucking years want to date a piece of-" But before I could finish degrading myself, Twiggy suddenly slapped me across the face, snapping me back to reality, and stares straight into my eyes.
"Don't ever spew that bullshit again Geebear, everything you just said is a fucking lie, you're amazing, beautiful, smart and a thousand other things....I mean if you weren't gay I would totally fuck you in a heartbeat." She says while flashing me a big, toothy smile as I stare at her in shock.
"I was joking about the last part asshole....now smile!" Twiggy jokes as she flings her stick-like arms into the air while flashing me another smile.
"Thanks Twiggy..." I say while grinning slightly but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door.
*Gerard's and Twiggy's apartment, Monday 12:00 p.m.*
I grip my phone in my shaking, sweaty hand debating whether or not to call Frank. Will I seem too needy? Will he think I'm a stalker? Will he think I'm crazy? It's only been three hours since he gave me his number and I still clenched the small, now slightly crumbled, piece of paper in my other hand. Periodically sniffing it, hey don't judge.
"Just call him you idiot." Twiggy says as she munches on Fruit Loops, her favorite cereal.
"But-" I begin but she interrupts me as she hits me on the head with her spoon.
"No buts, just do it, what are you so afraid of anyway?"
"Rejection...." I sigh as I sink further into the abyss of our shitty couch.
"Give me your phone." She demands as she holds out her hand and puts down the now empty bowl of cereal.
"Why? What're you gonna do-" Before I could finish Twiggy pounced upon me like she was a fucking cheetah and pinned my arms above my head while moving to sit on my chest. I felt like I was dying as she put all of her weight on me, for such a small person she sure weighed a lot.
"Twigs...What the fuck....I-I can't breathe..." I gasped.
"Thanks Gee." She smiled mischievously as she took Frank's number and my phone from my hands and let go of my arms. She jumped up from my chest and moved like The Flash as she bolted to her room.
"No...wait...don't!" I pleaded between coughs as I heard her bedroom door slam shut. I shot up from the couch and ran towards her door. My hands grip the knob as I try opening it but soon realize it's locked.
"Open the fucking door, Twiggy!" I yell as I bang my fists against the door.
"Nope, I'm texting your boyfriend right now asking when he's free, you can thank me later."
"You damn dirty whore!"
"That was a bit harsh, Geebear, I'm doing this for you remember. I'm not the one who worships him."
"I don't worship him...." I say as I think it over, okay maybe I do worship him, just a little. But you know it's not like I'm obsessed with him or anything...
"Hate to break it to you, but yeah you kinda do....oh look Frankie says he's free tonight."
"Really?"
"Yep, and he would love to meet up with you."
"Really?"
"I'm not bullshitin' you...now if I open my door, you promise not to murder me right?"
"Yes, Twiggy, I promise I won't murder you." I say as she opens the door and returns my phone and piece of paper to me.
"Now what do you say, Gee?"
"Thanks Twiggy..." I mumble as I look down at the dirty carpet.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Thanks Twiggy." I say once again as I roll my eyes and look up at her.
"That's what I thought." She says as she flips her bright, messy hair and struts back into the living room, like the sassy bitch that she is, and flops down on the couch.
"So what time does he want to meet up?" I ask as I sit down besides her.
"Seven, and he's coming here to pick you up." She says as she flips through the channels before finally landing on one showing some bland action movie. A muscular blonde man with blue eyes wearing a black leather jacket pops up on the screen.
"Who's that tool?" I ask referring to the douche on TV.
"Only the hottest star in Hollywood , Ace Striker, who also happens to be a complete dick but I love him for it." She giggles.
Ace, trying way to hard to be cool and failing just as hard, struts up to a bar and orders a glass of milk...wait-milk? What the hell? He then chugs down the milk and dramatically slams the glass down as a group of dudes cloaked in leather, who look equally as douchey, walk up behind him. The leader of the douches rips off his sunglasses while crossing his arms across his chest.
"Oi! Imagine the future Ace 'cause you're not gonna be in it!" The king douche yells getting the attention of our little hero.
"I came here to drink milk and kick ass. And I've just finished my milk." Ace says in a gruff tone as he pulls out his gun and turns around to face the group of villains. But suddenly the screen fades to black and some cheesy 80's metal song starts playing while the end credits roll.
"Well that was lame." I sigh as Twiggy starts flipping channels again.
"No shit but the asshole gets payed millions of dollars for being lame."
For the next few hours, we continue sitting on our asses mindlessly staring at the device the government is probably using right now to brainwash us. Until I look down at my watch and see that it's already 5:30.
"Shit, I'm gonna go get ready." I tell Twiggy as I rush to my room.
"Make sure to wear something sexy, Geebear!" I hear her yell as I close my bedroom door.
"Like I have anything sexy." I mumble to myself as I rummage through my disorganized closet that looks like a black hole, ready to suck me into eternal darkness. I finally settle upon a pair of black skinny jeans, a black Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt, and my infamous converse.
"Damn I'm so emo..." I mumble to myself once again as I set the items of clothing on my unmade bed and decide I should take a shower since I look and smell like a piece of human garbage. I rush to the bathroom and peel off my current clothing which stick to me, pleading to stay. I turn on the shower and hop in, relishing the feeling of the hot water hitting my skin.
*30 minutes later*
I look in the bathroom mirror examining my appearance one final time. I sigh as I look at my deathly pale skin and non-attractive features. My long black hair is for once semi-clean but still makes me look even shittier. I start to feel nervous and anxious, knowing that Frank would never want to date an ugly piece of shit like me.
"Come on, Gee! I wanna see what you look like!" Twiggy calls for me as I sigh once again and step into the living room and see her standing next to the couch while her piercing green eyes scan me from head to toe.
"Awww, my little boy is all grown up." Twiggy jokes as her small frame pulls me into a bone crushing hug.
"Twigs..let go...can't breath." I gasp as she finally let's me go and motions for me to sit on the couch with her.
"I don't think I can do this Twiggy..." I confess as she looks at me, slightly confused.
"Why?" She asks as she places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Because I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm fucking disgusting! I mean how could Frank, a fucking god compared to me, ever in a million fucking years want to date a piece of-" But before I could finish degrading myself, Twiggy suddenly slapped me across the face, snapping me back to reality, and stares straight into my eyes.
"Don't ever spew that bullshit again Geebear, everything you just said is a fucking lie, you're amazing, beautiful, smart and a thousand other things....I mean if you weren't gay I would totally fuck you in a heartbeat." She says while flashing me a big, toothy smile as I stare at her in shock.
"I was joking about the last part asshole....now smile!" Twiggy jokes as she flings her stick-like arms into the air while flashing me another smile.
"Thanks Twiggy..." I say while grinning slightly but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door.
Notes
Hey again! I know it's shitty but I promise it will get better, and sorry for any mistakes I didn't really have time to edit it. Thank you again to the ones who bother reading this crappy little tale. Love you :)
Morgan reminds me of Magnus Bane in the best way.
7/30/15