Gerard pov.



I step off of the dirty steps of the bus and immediately run up my steep driveway, opening the heavy, dark oak door and quickly shutting it behind me as soon as I stepped into my house. I walk fast down the stairs, almost falling over in the process. I grab the railing on the wall to steady my balance so I don't completely topple on my face. When I finally reach the carpeted bottom of the stairs I sprint into my room, dropping my backpack on the ground and face planting on the soft blankets on my bed. Wow, that took a lot out of me. I bury my face further into the soft, warm blankets and think of the unusual events that happened today. I'll admit, even though they were very strange, I definitely liked them.

I turn around to lay on my back and stare at the darkened ceiling, pondering about today. I actually made a friend. On my own. And one that wants to know the crazy side of me, not the made up "normal" version of me. He must be insane or something to actually want to know that me.

"He probably is." A voice says from behind me. I can tell from the husky tone that it's Dominic. I turn around slowly and narrow my eyes at him. Why is he here? Of fucking course the one time I'm in a great mood, he decides to show up at my house.
"How do you know?" I ask, questioning the words coming out of his mouth.
"Because I know these things, I can tell when someone's tricking you, he's got that crazy look in his eyes." He tells me, narrowing his eyes, and lowering his voice. He then snaps his neck back and forth looking around the room wildly as if something is in here and about to attack him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, you twat!" He shouts grabbing a pile of books and throwing them to the ground harshly. I shrink down like I normally do, before getting a wave of anger to rise up in me. This never happens around Dominic.

"NO!" I yell, covering my ears and falling to the ground, my vision spinning.
"No, no, no." I say, my voice gradually becoming quieter as I lower it down to a whisper.
"Please stop." I whisper, still covering my ears. The room is still spinning and it feels like I'm on a carousel, and its going to fast. I start to get a migraine and I curl up in the fetal position.
"Make it stop." I whimper, shaking slightly at the pain of the migraine and the one simple wish to be normal. I better stop wishing now though, because thats obviously not going to happen, even though I'm fine. I don't see hallucinations, everything around me is real!
Dominic kneels down in front of me, pushing my greasy hair out of my eyes and brushing some of the sweat from my forehead. When his fingers make contact with my forehead, I wince from the pain of my migraine.

"Ow." I whimper. He just laughs.
"Hit your breaking point?" He asks and I don't even look at him.
"When are you actually going to listen to me? See, this is what happens when you don't listen." He threatens, a smirk growing on his face, and I just close my eyes again, dwelling in my agony.
"Remember what I told you though, Way, he's not who you think he is." He warns. I gulp and nod my head, not wanting to get him angry again.
"Good." He says, and leaves the room, shutting the door harshly behind him. I don't know who to trust, Frank or Dominic. Dominic's never trustworthy, but you never know when he could be right. I sigh loudly and get on my bed, worn out from the events that just occurred. Sometimes, Dominic makes me just want to die.



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I jump a little, startled when I feel the vibration of my phone from my back pocket. I roll onto my side to reach for my phone and see who texted me. No one ever texts me. This is weird. I turn on my phone and see a random number, that seems to have texted me.

From: Unavailable number
Hey.

Who is this?

To: Unavailable number
Who is this??

From: Unavailable number
It's Frank!

I feel a smile make its way onto my face as I ready my thumbs to text him back. I set him up as a contact on my phone and text him back.

To: Frank
How'd you get my number?

From: Frank
Why so many questions?

He asks and I get a little worried? Is he mad? Is he being sarcastic? If he is, I couldn't tell, sarcasm doesn't travel well through texts. I'm not sure how to answer that text so I go for the sarcastic route.

To: Frank
Because I want to know how my friend, that I've only known for not even a full 24 hours yet got my number XD

From: Frank
Because you happen to have the best, best* friend in the world who knows everything. Oh, and you left your phone on the table while you went to get your lunch, I saw an opportunity and took it

I chuckle to myself at Franks humor, man does it feel good to have a friend.

To: Frank
Since when are you my best friend?

From: Frank
Since rn ;)

To: Frank
Hm, I guess thats ok

From: Frank
Well anyways, now back to the question I was going to ask you in the first place. Do you want to come over tomorrow? I could drive you to my place after school

Damn, thats something I'm really self conscious about, being 17, almost 18 and not knowing how to drive. It's embarrassing being the only senior on the bus. I mean I guess I have an excuse, being locked in a mental hospital for two of my adolescent years.

To: Frank
Yeah, that'd be awesome :)

From: Frank
Cool, see ya tomorrow

I turn off my phone and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling again and just dwelling at the happy feeling I have in my stomach right now. Might as well enjoy it now, since its so rare.

Notes

Hey Guys! New chapter! I hope you like it...all I do at school now is just write on paper so I haven't been learning for the past four days...oops. There should be more action In the next chapter. Thanks for reading!

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