Obsessions of an Iero
Lots of cursing.
After school we all sit in the band room trying to come up with stuff and names.
"what are we gonna call it?" Shaun asks
"Prep something.. " Neil replies slowly in thought.
After about an hour of talking we finally agree with Pencey Prep.
"well I gotta get home I'm half an hour late" Tim states
We all agree and walk out of the room heading towards the exit.
They all live left of the school and I live to the right so I watch them go as I unchain my bike.
The sky is still cloudy and the whole world looks grey.
The puddles are dark and mucky and there's mud just about everywhere.
I sigh and pull up my phone and headphone playing some simple music. (Black flag rules!)
I start riding quickly but carefully. I pull my phone up again and open a new song. The second I look up Gerard is four feet away from me and im about to hit him.
"SHIT DUDE MOVE!" I yell and he looks up slow reaction.
I pull on my front wheel Brakes-bad idea- and I go fucking flying off of my seat landing and scraping myself on the concrete.
Ow my bloody face.
Ow my bleeding nose
Ow my bleeding legs.
Ow my scraped hands, wrist and elbow.
I silently lay there not wanting to make any more painful movement.
"oh my gosh kid are you okay??" Gerard ask freaking out.
a little smile creeps onto my face.
I guess he saw the smile.
"oh my god you have brain damage nononononono shit."
I slowly get up "nonono kid stay down im calling 911" he objects but I pay no attention I grab my bag and get back on my bike. I wave and smile lightly then ride as fast as I can without hurting, back home.
I get home toss my bag to the side and drop my bike in the yard before making my way to the bathroom.
I take a cold shower (warm water was burning my skin)
and wash off all the blood. Including sticking a piece of toilet paper up my nose.
Note to self: PEROXIDE BUUURNNS
I take a short nap
When I wake up im not as dizzy and I mentally slap myself.
IF I WOULD HAVE LET HIM CALL AN AMBULANCE HE WOULD PROBABLY HAVE KNOWN MY NAME AND THEN REALIZED WHO I AM
I sigh dramatically and sit on my bed thinking until I fall back asleep.
Dreams of me and Gerard soon fill my head.
Maybe he'll recognize me tomorrow I mean you can't really just forget a teenager who was covered in blood right?
The litle kid scared the shit out of me.
Hes fucking LAYING THERE and then he smiles?!
Jesus he wouldnt even let me call an ambulance.
and ill never see him again because
1) he probably FUCKING died.
2) if he didn't I wont recognize him because his face was bloody!
judging by the height I'm guessing hes like 13-14 so he doesn't go to my school.
I wonder who he is.
eh ill forget about him eventually. :/
Garsh the irony.
"he cant really forget a teenager covered in blood."~frank
"I wont even recognize him because of the blood"~gerard.
Anyways I'm back with updates I don't want to rush anything but I also kiiinndaa wanna get to a smut part.
Tell me what you think and how I could make it better!