Be My Emergency

I dropped Mikey off at our house and told him I would be back in a while. He only rolled his eyes and shut the door to the car.I felt myself speeding down the street, the address she had texted me told that she only lived five minutes away. When I pulled up to her house, all the lights were off except for the top room, which I guessed was hers.

I walked up tot the door, but before I could knock she swung it open.
“Hey” she whispered. Her eyes were shining, she had changed out what she had been wearing before, and I felt my eyes scanning her as I drawled out a similar hey.

“I was waiting up for you, my mom gets weird when people ring the door bell” she seemed to be rushing me in as she closed the door behind us. I followed her up the stairs. When we reached the second floor we passed a cracked door where I saw a little boy reading a comic book by flash light. She had hurried past his room, but made a complete 180 and hung on the door frame as she whispered at him.

“Davey, why are you still awake?”

“I’m sorry sissy, I couldn’t go to sleep. Who’s your friend?” he questioned. The little boy couldn’t have been more than nine years old.

“This is Gerard, we’re going to write some music together. Go on to sleep sweetie, I love you” she gently closed his door as he turned of his flashlight indigently. She turned around with her back against the door, just staring up at me with her huge blue eyes. “That’s my baby brother, Davey” she whispered. I shook my head as we moved up another flight of stairs.

“No one can hear us up here, trust me” the look she gave me was a sultry one that made me thinks she meant something a little more on the sinister side. My face must have revealed this, because she slapped my shoulder and said “Oh my god not like that” she laughed, but didn’t explain what she meant, so I let my mind stay there.

“Are your parents home?” I wondered

“My moms asleep down stairs, my dad is…” she paused, not sure how to explain, “My dad is out” she left it at that, clearly not wanting to elaborate.

We messed around for a bit, but we ended up mostly talking about what music we liked, so she turned on a couple records until I made myself leave.I found my self falling asleep, forgetting that anything existed before today.


Stella’s POV

Gerard was cute, like really cute, like hang out with him everyday until he got sick of you cute. I was completely taken with him already, and he was completely oblivious. We had seen each other everyday since we had met, whether it be hanging out on my roof so we didn’t wake up my mom and brother, or in the studio, helping the other band records, we became inseparable. He came to my show the next day, and every show we had had after that, but I kept bugging him to get up on stage.

“Come on Gee” I pushed his arm “You have to get up on stage sometime. I promise it’s not as bad as you think”. We were sitting at the park halfway between our two neighborhoods. The sun was shining through his dark hair. It was almost December now, Thanksgiving was tomorrow. We both were bundled up, but I wanted his hand to be keeping mine warm. I pictured him scooting close to me, putting his arm around me and kissing my beanie clad head, taking off our gloves and intertwining our fingers, staring into his bright golden eyes. I blushed imaging the scenario, hoping he didn’t notice.

“That’s easy for you to say! You’ve been in theater forever and you went straight into preforming onstage, two months ago I was hidden away in cubicle where no one could see me. Just how I, and everyone else, like it” he turned his face down.

“Don’t say that, everyone else likes to see you. How are you going to keep your adoring public at ease with an attitude like that?” He looked up at me, one eye closed as the sun hit his face. He did that half smile he did which made me melt.

I had never been in love, ever. I had never looked at by a boy and knew he wanted me forever, no matter what. I know that that’s kind of improbable for kids my age, but at least that feeling of being limitless, I’ve never had it. Until I met Gerard a month ago, I felt like an old women who had given up on love, cynical and independent. But now I felt like maybe this man who lived in his mom’s basement and didn’t have a lot of contact with the outside world might be warming up to me, and maybe I was warming up to him too.

“Thanks Stella. Who was around to boost my ego before you?” I smiled and placed my hands underneath my chin.

“I don’t know, Natalie” I poked fun at him. He groaned, pulling his hands over his face and leaning back on the grass. I had known Natalie because she had graduated with my older sister, so I knew how gross she was. “At least you have standards now, and keep better company” I gleamed.

“Ok enough of that” he pulled me down next to him on the grass. “Do you want to go back to your house and eat pizza and marathon star wars?” He asked, turning to look at me. I smiled, but felt my mind rush immediately though my checklist. Shit, my dad was home…

“Lets go over to your house, my parents are weird about people being over late so close to the holidays. Plus Mikey could watch with us, and we could invite the other guys. Oh we could invite the girls! WE COULD THROW A PARTY IN YOUR BASEMENT” I jumped up, trying to pull him with me, but I only slid back onto the grass butt first which earned a laugh from him. Good, he hadn’t noticed I had totally saved him from coming over to my house.

“Sounds like a plan, a pre thanksgiving party. I’ll get the booze, you invite the people. Maybe I can even get my parents to evacuate the house and go to my grandparents for the night” He seemed to be perking up, thinking about the plan we had just hatched. We both immediately jumped up, both of us running to his car and grabbing our cell phones.

“Hey grandma, do you think you could invite mom and dad over tonight until tomorrow?” Gerard and his grandmother were close, so close he was able to call her up and ask her to invite his parents to spend the night with no explanation. The smile on his face told me that she was down to help us with our plan as he hung up.

“She’s gonna call them over, say she needs help getting the house ready for thanksgiving. Ok, now to get to the liquor store before they close at 6” we both looked at the clock which sais 5:35, he immediately started the car and sped off to the nearest place to buy alcohol. I started calling everyone I knew from the eyeball crew, until I ran out of people and grabbed Gerard’s phone and started calling.

“Hey Frank, just wanted you to know there’s going to be a rager at the Ways, hangovers guaranteed which can only be cured by stuffing your face at lunch tomorrow. Be there at 8 and bring a snack and beer to share with the guests” Gerard laughed as I hung up with my cousin, the car finally speeding into the parking lot of the liqueur store.

The clocks now read 5:55, so we jumped out of the car, probably looking like a couple of bats out of hell. “Ok, we only have five minutes to grab the essentials” he shouted as he slung open the door to the Specs.

We both looked at each other and shouted “Vodka!” and split, grabbing two bottles each, then onto the whisky. I saw him grabbing to six packs of beer, amazed he could carry so much liquor in his arms. We set down everything on the counter at 5:59, the old man looking amused as he carded Gerard.

“You don’t need to see her ID?” Gerard asked insulted.

“I thought she was the older one, and she’ll stay the older one if anyone asks” we grabbed the enormous amount of alcohol and loaded the car up, now running to the grocery store to grab some party food. While we did this I called in about ten pizzas to the ways to be delivered round 7:30.

Gerard’s grandma called him on the way home and told him his parents were already at her house helping her cook, and she hoped he wouldn’t be too partied out to come and eat lunch tomorrow, he promised her he wouldn’t be.

We were setting up when the door opened, reveling Frank Iero carrying every chip know to man and two six packs. “What’s up!” he shouted as he sat everything down on the kitchen counter. The noise evoked Mikey to finally emerge from his room upstairs.

“What… what is going on?” he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he lugged down the stairs. Gerard and I both glanced at each other in our moment of realization that we had forgotten to tell Mikey.

“Hey Mikey, I forgot to mention were going to have a party tonight, so maybe you should change before everyone gets here in ten minutes” Gerard said gently.

Mikey looked down at his batman pajamas and quickly turned, rushing up the stairs, screaming and cursing Gerard’s name.

Just then the doorbell rang revealing my band mates, who seemed stoked to be at a house party since we don’t get out much. Rachel was eyeing Mikey as he exited his room, which meant she intended to make out with him, if not more tonight. I could tell tonight was going to be eventful.


* Fast forward to 11 PM *

I remember Gerard’s band showing up, guys from the eyeball house, about three other bands, and then what must have been fifty people I didn’t know. I remember boys offering me shots, which I took. Gerard got me a vodka sprite, and then he went off to make sure Mikey was doing ok. He told me to stay near the kitchen. I wandered out onto the back porch, where frank asked if I wanted a refill, which I said yes too. Yes was the word of the night. The girl who had always said no wasn’t turning down anything tonight. I could hear someone plug in an amp get the band playing. It sounded like Thursday, but they were definitely covering Halloween by the misfits.

So party was in full swing, I’ve managed to have two drinks and not give away the fact that I’ve never been drunk before. I feel my head spinning as I start to drink my third vodka sprite, which has got to be a good sign in the drinking world.

With my father being drunk constantly growing up, it never interested me, until now. I was an adult right? I could make decisions like this without it effecting me long term right? I feel myself start to get anxious, what if I end up like my dad? What if this is a long road of abuse I continue. Just as I feel I’m about to have to run out of the yard due to sheer panic, someone grabs my arm.

“Stella, where have you been? Frankie said you were out here-” Gerard asks. He has a beer in his hand and obviously isn’t as drunk as I am.

“Gerard, I’ve never been drunk,” I blurt out. He smiles and pulls my head to his shoulder, patting my head.

“Come on kid, lets go hang out in my room for a bit” he grabs a slice of pizza and puts his arm around me, guiding me down stairs. I was thankful I had his arm to hold onto because I was swaying way to much to walk anywhere by myself.

We got down stairs, and he closed the door behind us. I managed to slide down onto the floor without spilling too much of my drink, which he seemed to think was funny.

“Please don’t laugh at me I’m trying my best” I managed to get out clearly.

“I can see that” he said as he slid down next to me.

Gerard’s POV

“Gerard, can I tell you something?”

“Sure Stella” She was so wasted, I felt guilty for letting her get this far gone, but at least there were people here to look out for her.

“I have so much to think about, and I just want to stop sometimes. Like sometimes I think about not wanting to eat all day and that just isn’t ok. That’s why I had to go to the hospital a few years ago, because my parents found out I wasn’t eating” she was slurring, and getting emotional.

“Stella maybe this isn’t the time-“

“Let me finish” she held her hand to the bottom of my face, which made me smile under her hand. “I was getting worse again, I thought I was going to stop eating again. Things are… messy at my house, and I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. And then I started hanging out with you and the guys, and it made me forget how much was going through my brain all the time. It was like a mute button. But your words were like clarity through all the fuzz up here, like a fuzz pedal. You’re my fuzz pedal” she smiled, her droopy eyes staring into mine. God I wanted to kiss her, no one said things like that to me. I was going to respond, but she pushed off of me, and ran into my bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into my toilet.

I followed her and rubbed her back as she continued the barf, but I couldn’t help but smile the whole time. She leaned back on me when she was done, her head on my shoulder. I helped her up, when I heard Frankie enter.

“We have a fallen solider” I said as I pushed her onto the bed. She wasn’t passed out, but she was down for the count. She groaned in response as frank started to giggle at her. Ray peeped his head around, followed by Mikey. Rachel was holding Mikeys hand, and it looked like they were looking for a place to make out.

“I’ve been looking for you!” Rachel stumbled down the stairs, finally reaching Stella on the bed. She looked as if her friends were on her deathbed and they were saying adieu. The sight was a dramatic, yet hilarious sight.

“Rach, I think I had too much to drink,” whined Stella.

“I know babe” She rubbed her head. Jamia peaked her head around the door finally, trying to see why all of her friends were down in my weird ass basement.

Frank noticed almost immediately that she had become present, as if he had fucking radar or some shit.

He whipped his head around almost shouting, “Guys lets play truth or dare”

I was not drunk, not by any standards, but even in my buzzed state, I somehow thought this was a good idea.

“Sure” Even Stella was sitting up, eating the pizza I had laid on the bed in my haste to get to her.

We all gathered in a circle, a bottle in the middle. The room got quiet, it was dimly lit, and the music upstairs was muffled. If you walked in you would think we were having a séance.

I could see Ray shift uncomfortably, while Mikey seemed to scoot closer to Rachel. I smiled at my baby brother. Stella was next to me, and Frank had shoved himself right next to Jamia.

So we began, I spun it, and it landed on Rachel. “Rachel, truth or dare?” I asked.

“Dare” she stated, ready to take on her challenge.

“I dare you to wear a pair of my underwear on your head for the two rounds”

She rolled her eyes, as if she was disappointed that’s all I had for her. I pointed to the drawer they were in and she flipped me the bird as she dug around.

“Is it ok if I wear these?” she asked innocently holding up my bright pink Calvin Klein’s. Stella burst into giggles as Rachel donned them. All the guys were clapping as she paraded back to her spot next to Mikey.

The next few round went this was way, with most of them picking dare, and having to take shots, ray had to take off his shirt. At some point the twins joined us, and we were all steadily getting more drunk as whiskey was passed around throughout the rounds.

“Mikey, Truth or dare?” Stella asked, probably the most sober out of all of us at this point.

“Dare” he hiccupped immediately after the word left his mouth.

“I dare you to kiss Rachel, with tongue and everything” Rachel shot Stella a glance that could kill, but before she could react Mikey had planted his lips firmly on hers, asking permission before doing the “tongue and everything part”

Rachel threw her arms around his neck and kissed him until they both split apart. Rachel abruptly grabbed his arm and dragged him to his feet as they both ran up the stairs, hollers and cheers erupting from all of us.

“On that note!” I swung the bottle around, it landing on Stella for the first time. “Stells, truth or dare?” my heart was racing. Why? Because in my inebriated state I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.

She contemplated for a while, before slowly drawing out “truth” She looked me straight in the eyes, as if she was begging me to ask a certain question. I could feel Frank and Rays eyes boring into me as I looked back at her.

“Do you like… Where do you like to be kissed? Which spot turns you on the most?” I managed to save my self, trying to sound a little slurred as I pushed the rest of it out. She gasped and slapped my arm, squeaking in embarrassment as she began to blush. I can’t believe I almost asked if she liked me in front of every one we knew, while we were drunk, during a game of truth or dare. This was not High school, Gerard.


She covered her bringing face with her hands, and mumbled into them.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that?” yelled Frank from the other side of the room.

She moved her hands away from her face before almost shouting “I like when dudes kiss my stomach right above my underwear!” the whole room went quite, the girls all staring at her like they were in shock she would say anything like that, and the boys impressed.

“That’s fucking hot” If I had had any control over my mouth or my brain or my body at all I wouldn’t have said it. I would have quickly moved the subject away from her to save her the embarrassment, but I had to be an asshole and say something stupid. Her head snapped at me, a panicked look on her face. Her face was burning redder than ever.

“Oh my god please don’t ever bring this up again,” she begged, throwing her body dramatically on the ground, she was in tears, the alcohol finally making her fragile spirit break down. We all started laughing, which only made her more upset.

“See what you did Gerard, you made her upset!” yelled a very drunk Jamia.

“How could you?” Frank pretended to be insulted through his laughter.

“You know, you should have to announce what turns you on Gerard” Ray couldn’t breath as he spoke the words. I felt my face heat up. I now understood why this was so horrifyingly uncomfortable, because conversations like this shouldn’t happen drunkenly and in groups with your immature band mates.

“No!” I almost shouted.

“Yeah, it’s the only way I’ll forgive you” Stells sat up, pouting.

I felt myself hesitate. “I love it when a girl draws blood, like with her teeth, on my neck” WHY DID ALCHOHAL HAVE TO MAKE ME MORE OPEN? I was cursing the whiskey I had drunk all night.

Stella was laughing out loud, and the other girls were just looking grossed out.
“You would Vampire boy, oh my god” Stella drunkenly giggled.

“Are we even now?” I groaned finally making eye contact with her.

“Yeah we’re good” she squeezed my leg as she continued to laugh, and I had to close my eyes and concentrate on not actually popping a boner, right there, two inches from her palm, in front of all our close friends.

The game eventually ended after Frank had dared Jamia to go on a date with him the day after thanksgiving, which she rolled her eyes and said fine to.

The twins drove Jamia home around 2:30, most people had relocated to a club in downtown, and at least that’s what I heard.Rachel and Mikey were still nowhere to be scene, Ray was passed out on my couch. Which only left Stella and I. We both climbed back down the steps to my bedroom.

“I told my parents I was staying at Rachel’s,” she blurted out, holding her arms against her body.

“You can stay down here with me if you want” We were both still hammered, but I was trying to make sure I stayed within my bounds. Sharing a bed with her probably over stepped the moral code somewhere, but I just couldn’t care as she sat down, looking up at me with those piercing blue eyes.

“Can I borrow some clothes?” she stood up, staring me straight in the eyes, he body so close to mine. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, and I closed my eyes, getting drunk off just feeling her warmth so close to me. I opened my eyes again and shook my head, encouraging her to take whatever she needed.

She slid her body against mine as she made her way over to my chest of drawers, which elicited some kind of strangled noise from my throat. She looked back at me, but I managed to play it off as a cough. She picked out a shirt and a pair of my boxers, but what I didn’t expect was that she would look me straight in the eye and take off her shirt. Underneath she had on a black bra, nothing fancy. I couldn’t tale my eyes off her chest as she covered it with my iron maiden shirt from high school, from when I weighed more than I did now, the thing swallowed her and showed off how small she really was. She then slid off her jeans, sliding on my boxers. I knew she could hear how heavy I was breathing; she could probably see that I was getting hard through my jeans. She then climbed on my bed saying as innocently as possible “Do you want to change or are you going to sleep in those tight jeans?”

I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest as I took of my shirt, grabbing a random shirt from the drawers. I then took of my jeans, praying to every god in the universe that I wasn’t about to pop out of my boxers. I went around the other side of the bed, her drooping eyes following me around. She turned her back laid down, obviously ready to go to sleep. I laid as far to edge as possible, trying to be gentleman even though everything in me wanted not to be. She was more than Natalie to me.

Just as I thought she was falling asleep, she looked back, reaching for me, pulling my arm. “C’mere” she mumbled. I swallowed as I scooted closer to her back, spooning her with a good two inches between us. “C’merrreee” she whined, pushing her body into me. If she hadn’t already known I had a boner, she certainly did know. If she felt me hard against her, she didn’t say anything as she wrapped my arm around her waist. She then turned her face to me.

“Gerard?” she started

“Yeah Stells?” this was it. We were going to kiss, a months worth of sexual tension was leading up to this.

Both of our attention broke when the toilet flushed next door and Frankie walked out of my bathroom.

“Hey guys, I fell asleep puking in the bathroom,” he mumbled as he hopped into the bed, spooning me. He threw his arm over the both of us and before I knew it, she was snoring in my face. I have never actually felt physically violent toward frank, but if I could kick his ass, I would have in that moment.

How anticlimactic.

Notes

This is a long one, but theres some fun in this chapter, enjoy!

xoxo char