New Kid

"Gerard get the fuck up or we're going to be late again." Mikey my brother yelled at me. I threw my pillow at the door expecting that he was standing there and then I turned around groaning.

"Gerard mom is still here." Mikey said, trying to scare me.
"I don't care, I'll come later."
"No you won't and we both know it."

This is my everyday life with Mikey. I'm 17 almost 18 and I still can't get a hold of my life.

"Dad's coming home this weekend and he's gonna be mad if he hears that you haven't been at school." I groaned trying to sit up with my headache, drinking on Sunday and getting home about an hour before I need to wake up wasn't a good idea, and I still do it every weekend.

"We have a new transfer student." I shot my eyes open, Mikey know that I like transfer students, this isn't fair.

"Fine I'll get up." I grunted, while trying to get up with my wobbly legs. I walked to the bathroom to get a shower so my mom wouldn't know I was out drinking again.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I hadn't been sleeping so I had really dark circles around my eyes and they were bloodshot, I was really pale because I threw up before I got home and smelled like puke, sweat and alcohol. My bright red hair was greasy and all over the place, but thank god the shower was invented so I didn't have to look and smell like this at school again.

I took my clothes off and got into the shower while brushing my teeth. The water felt good on my skin and I never wanted to leave the shower, but then of course Mikey started to scream at me from behind the door,
"Gerard we gotta go soon!" Mikey didn't sound too happy.

"Yeeah..." I was in my own world right now, so Mikey could just fuck off to the stupid fucking school.
"Get out NOW!" Mikey yelled.
"Okay!" I screamed back and turned off the shower.

"I hope you fucking like it when I have a headache because that screaming gave me one!" I yelled at Mikey when i got out of the shower.

"I made you coffee and there's a pain killer on the kitchen table." Mikey smiled with a smug on his face.

"Thanks?" I walked to my room to get some clothes on.
I glanced around the room for my pants.

"Mikey where are my black skinny jeans?" I yelled.
"On your bed, I chose your clothes so you wouldn't take so long." I could almost hear Mikey's self-satisfied smile, when he said that.

But there they were, my black skinny jeans... with some puke and beer on them.

"Fuck..." I whispered to myself. "Mikey can you borrow your dark gray skinny jeans?"
"Why?" Mikey knew what was up but he wanted me to say it.
"There's puke and beer on my jeans." I said, calmly.

"Okay, and my jeans are gonna look good with the sweater I chose to you." I dropped my jeans and looked to my bed again seein a dark grayish brown sweater on it and l liked it right away when I saw it.

"Where did you find this? It's so cool!" I yelled at Mikey to his room.
"From your drawer, you never take clothes from there." Mikey answered walking to my room with the pants.

"Thanks Mikey."
"No problem bro." Mikey answered trying to handshake me like "bros" do.

"Just fuck off now so I can get my clothes on." I laughed at him.

"Yeah yeah..."

In few minutes I looked like I didn't have a hangover but I sure as hell didn't feel tha way yet. I walked to the kitchen and took a cup of now cold coffee and the painkiller Mikey left for me.

Notes

Okay guys I love it when someone comments my shit.
Yeah this is my new story and I hope that you like it, at least I like it and I update whenever I can, but I'm really busy so...