The Kids From Yesterday

*Gerard POV*
Ok, so when I said after a cup of coffee, I meant 3 cups of coffee, an hour of watching TV, somehow sleeping, and then eating. So it's already 6 PM. Great.
I pull up the number Brendon gave me and press the call button.
*rings* *click*
"Yo, who dis? Don't have your number" Frank said. Holy shit, his voice dropped a lot. He used to sound like a 10 year old. Late bloomer I guess, I wonder if he's still short.
"What's up Frankenstein" I respond. That used to be my nickname for him back in high school. We were thinking of stage names for each other and I came up with this one. He hated it, so obviously that was what I called him after that.
"Uh...'scuse me?"
"Come on, who the hell else calls you Frankenstein."
"Wai-Oh my God! Jesus!"
Get it? Gesus? Yeah, I hate it too, but he got even.
"I got your number from Brendon, he just stopped by to get Mikey.
"Urie?"
"Yeah."
"At 6 PM? The hell are they doing?"
Shit.
"Ok, this morning. Whatever."
"Well why the hell did you wait this long to call me?
"Why do you wait so long to shut the hell up, asshole."
"You love me."
"Yeah, whatever. So what have you been up to? Still live around here?"
"Dude, I still live in my parents house. It sucks."
"Well I think that means you owe me $20 mister."
"And why is that, Miss?"
"At graduation I made you a $20 bet that you'd still be living in your parents house 2 years later, and here we are, what, almost 3."
"Yeah yeah fuck you. Hey, you want to meet up tomorrow? My mom's driving me crazy anyway."
"You beat me to it, noon?"
"If you're up by then."
"Shithead. Hey, your voice is lower, maybe you decided to grow a bit?"
"Goodbye, dick."
*click*
80% of our conversations used to be insults, it's nice to see that hasn't changed.
So that's cool. We were best friends throughout school, we ended up losing touch because he had this thing with Jamia in high school that he told me had ended, but I wasn't so sure.

I step outside and pull out a cigarette and light it, inhaling and exhaling evenly, letting the cool smoke travel down my throat and into my lungs. I started smoking during high school as a sort of rebellious thing, but it helped me to destress and it soon spiraled into a habit.
I finish off the last hit and toss it on the ground as I head inside. I'm about to hop on the couch to go to sleep when I remember that I'll actually need to set an alarm to get up in the morning. Fuck, why did I say noon? Whatever, I'll be motivated to get up just so I can say he was wrong.
I walk up the stairs into my room and lay down after setting my alarm.

Notes

Heyyyy so Imma pretend it hasn't been 11 months since I've updated this ok cool