A Very Very Complicated Handbook on Socializing. Vol (1)

I swing open the door and slam it behind me swiftly going down the stairs to the basement (my room) I fling my messenger back in a random direction and sit down of my black swivel chair. I turn on my laptop and pop my knuckles quickly typing and working.
After I finish with all my school work I close my laptop and throw myself on my bed just staring up at my wall and ceiling taking in the relaxing view. Ebony black walls with blood red pain splattered on them. I groan as I hear the front door open and Mikey whooing. I love my bro and all but COME ON!! he parties way too much he has girls all over him and he has so many friends he doesn't even know 80°/• of their names.
The worst part is, tonight's Friday and Friday's are when mikey throws the party.
HERE.
AT HOME.
There's horny teenagers all over the place and they're all drunk. The last party I had to help a poor innocent kid who got blarfed on. I think his name was Ray he said he just wanted some more friends. we hang out at bit at school. But after the party people said he was awesome and all that though I think they mistook him for someone else but I'm not gonna mess with this kids happiness. At least he has friends.
I hear the door open again and then more whooing and hell yeahs. I creak open my door and see the most beautiful man in the world. Hes covered in tattoos and is carrying a guitar and an amplifier. Damn he must have chicks all over him. Hes prolly' straight too.
I sigh & completely forget about him and worry about other things like how to block out the noise. Some people may be thinking just put pillows over your head.
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU REMEMBER BUT I'M GONNA BE SLEEPING RIGHT UNDERNEATH THIS PARTY.
Does the BASEMENT ring a bell?
after an hour the screaming gets louder and theres more people. I hear a guitar playing in the background and it actually sounds decent I listen closely.
i wanna try. i wanna live all night and burn out bright. i want you to know what i can’t show the outside, it’s why i hide. but your friends say i’m no good for you. what do they know? please don’t listen to a goddamn thing they say. if tonight’s our night baby, just don’t hurt me. i’ll give you my heart. if tonight’s our night baby, just don’t hate me for taking your light. i need a love. i want enough to keep my thirst satisfied. i wanna take your hand, make you understand my side and our kind. but i know it’s hard for you to let go of the world that you knew. please just close your eyes, we’re better off this way. tonight’s our night baby, so don’t hate me, trust in me. i wanna show you my world. tonight’s our night baby, so don’t hurt me. i’m so scared of what’s to come. in the dark no one hides but me. in the dark no one hides. in the dark no one gets away. we own the night. every night’s our night baby so stay with me, be with me, until the end of this world. We owned the night.

I hear the guitar breaking off and slowly echoing to nothing.
I slowly carefully walk out my door and upstairs and hear the guitar again... I look over next to the T.V the man playing along with others.
I slowly, still entranced back up and take a seat next to a passed out, pink haired girl on the couch. My eyes are wide and astonished leaving my final expression looking insane.
I watch as the man plays with his heart poured into his music. Moving around thrashing his guitar in the air singing.
I sigh again patting the pink haired girl on the head "that guy is unfortunately not gay." I say to her. I know shes passed out but I guess that's good for me now she wont go telling everyone. In disappointment I walk back to my room and forget about the man again. I ignore my brother surfing on the crowd and screaming...
Finally after an hour it quiets down just a teeny tiny bit suddenly it gets twice as loud and I hear cracking. I look up and I see cracks in the ceiling. My eyes go from relaxed and fling right open I hear them jumping and the ceiling cracks again and again. I scream and run out to my door turning around one last time and seeing the ceiling fall down along with all the teens.they don't seem to care and they just wreck my room.
The anger builds up inside me I rush over to the mic were the man was singing pushing people out of my way when I get to the mic the man salutes me and backs up seeing the anger on my face.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOOWW!" I scream louder than I have ever. it goes quiet and everyone stares then rushes out in an instant as soon as I say "or I'm calling the cops." The man smirks at me and I Hand him a 100 dollar bill saluting him as I walk away.
I check the time and its already 12 in the night. Mike's passed out on the floor and there's crap everywhere. I sigh going through my door seeing what wasn't destroyed. A lamp and my sketchbook.

I'll live.

Notes

ok so gerard lost his temper here but wouldn't you if you hated people, parties, loud noises, and people breaking all your belongings and your ceiling?
And gerard has a job I just didnt mention it yet.
Happy 2016 tho