Gerard's POV

"Well mornin' sunshine." says a soft voice.

I sit up and instantly start rubbing my forehead. I feel like someone played frying pan baseball with my dome. I notice I'm wearing someone else's clothes and mine are balled up in the corner. I...what the hell is that smell..I look around and see a pile of vomit in front of the bathroom. What the fuck happened last night?

"Mornin'." I say to the small figure at the foot of the bed. "So if you don't mind me asking, what the hell happened?" She looked at me calmly, which is a first for me because most girls normally get offended when I ask.

"Well we were talking and hit it off, and when you went in to kiss me you jumped up and puked all over the floor. So I cleaned you up and put you to bed." She said with a smirk.

Hmm, she actually helped me. Most girls would get disgusted and leave me to choke in my sleep, which has happened before, but Mikey and Frank found me before anything could happen.

"Fuck, well thanks.." I say rubbing the back of my neck and at the same time trying to put a name to her face. I don't remember and I'm definitely not gonna guess it. "...but I don't think I got your name. I'm Gerard." I stuck my free hand out towards her.

"Actually you did. About ten times now, but it's cool. I'm Taylor." She said laughing and she shook my hand.

I knew I was gonna fuck this name situation up.

"But now that everything is in the air now, we should get this shit up before Brendon goes crazy." she says as she starts straightening up the room. She gets over to the bathroom and points at the vomit puddle, "This is your job. Get to it." She steps over it and throws me a towel and gloves.

"If I throw up again, will you help me?" I say grinning. She gives me the death glare and keeps cleaning. "Well fuck you too then." I turn my nose up and jump outta bed. There's a knock on the door and Mikey walks in.

"Again, Gee?", he stands over me as I try to hold what's left in my stomach down.

"Shut the fuck up, Mikey." I snarl at him. He rolls his eyes and kneels down next to me.

"Lord, you're such a baby. Move." He scoops the puke up in the towel and throws it into an extra trash bag Taylor had laying around. "There, happy?"

"I could've done it myself. Now what do you want?" I hiss, shifting my hip to the side.

"Just came to see if you were still breathing, geez. Sorry for caring.", he starts to walk out the room. "Oh and there's donuts downstairs whenever you guys are done." The door shuts and Mikey's footsteps fade away down the stairs.

After an hour of slaving and Taylor infecting the room with a whole can of Febreeze, she throws her hands in the air. "Fucking finally. It's never taken me that long to clean up. Lets go chow down, shall we?", she walks out the door and I follow close behind her.

"Hey it's the Puking Fairy!", Bob says slapping me on the back. "That's what? Five parties in a row now? You're on a roll kid.", he spits out and starts laughing.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Maybe if you guys weren't so cheap and bought good liquor, I wouldn't have this problem." I snapped at him and shoved a donut in my mouth.

Frank comes around the corner with Jamia at his side. "Or maybe you just need to learn how to hold your fucking booze, lightweight." I shot him a side glare and he smirked at me.

"I hope you know I hate all of you." I hiss and leaned back against the counter. My head was still pounding like fuck. "Aye Bob, do y'all have any pain meds?"

"I think I have some Vicodin and shit. Want one?", he calls out from the hallway bathroom. That's stronger than what I need, but I'll take whatever I can get at this point.

"Yeah, pass it here." He tosses me the bottle and I pop one without a chaser. "Thanks man. Where's everyone at?"

Taylor opens the fridge and pulls out a coke. "Seeing that its two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone's been gone. " I look at the clock. For some reason, I feel like I'm forgetting something.

Everyone started heading home after another half hour. I pulled up to my house and saw a red truck in my spot. "Just fucking great.", I mumbled.

Mikey hitched a ride with Pete, so he was already inside. I unlocked and shut the back door as quietly as I could so my mom wouldn't hear me.

"Gerard? Is that you babe?"

Fuck.

"Yeah ma! What's up?" I called up to her.

She walked into the kitchen with the towering demon that was my father. "Your dad was just stopping by to say hey." I could see the annoyance in her face.

"Okay, and?" I said, not looking at him once. Just his presence is making my blood boil.

She gave me the "be nice" look and walked out. I rolled my eyes and start making myself a cup of coffee.

"I can see you haven't changed one bit. Still so much like your mother.", he said walking towards me.

"Yeah, but I prefer it that way because I know when I finally have a family, I'll stick with them no matter what." I snarled at him, pulling out a bottle of creamer.

"I don't see why I waste my time with you. You're never gonna change.", he put his hand on his forehead.

"Damn right. Now if you excuse me, I have to go talk people that are worth my time." I walk out the kitchen with my fresh coffee and pass my mom. "Get this dick out the house please." She shook her head as I headed up the stairs and slammed my door.

I hate that man with a passion. I hate every ounce of his being. How dare he just walk in here and expect us to have a normal fucking conversation. I hope he burns in hell.

Mikey slides in and sits on my bed next to me. "Did you see him?", he asks quietly. I nodded and continued to look through my comic book. He could tell I didn't want to talk about it so he changed the subject. "It sucks that summer is over, huh?"

I didn't even think about it. We have school tomorrow. Fuck me. "What a fucking drag." I fell back on my bed and let out a loud groan.

"I know, right? At least it's your senior year though." That didn't mean shit. Yeah, it's my last year in the hell hole, but I'm still in that hell hole with the same dicks and whores I've been dealing with my whole life.

I shrug my shoulders and my eyes start getting heavy. They snap open when I hear creaking and my door shut, then I quickly drift back to sleep.

***3 hour time lapse***

I rub my eyes open and realize its dark outside. Fuck, what time is it? I head downstairs and look at the clock. 7:00pm. Why is the house so quiet? "Aye ma?!" I wait for a response and make another cup of joe.

I hear running footsteps coming towards me. "What's wrong Gee?", she asks out of breath.

"Uh nothing. It's quiet. What's wrong with you..?", I raise my eyebrow and take a sip of my coffee. She laughs and runs her hand through her hair.

"I don't know. I thought something was wrong for some reason. You scared me.", sounding more relaxed now. "Make me a cup?" I grab her favorite mug out of the cabinet and pour it for her.

I jump onto the counter and look at my mom with the saddest look. "What do you want Gerard Way?", giving me her best death glare yet.

"Do I have to go to sch...", she cuts me off before I could even finish

"Yes. And if you don't, you'll have he'll to pay." I roll my eyes and jump off the counter. That totally backfired.

I head back up to my room and sit at my art table. Trying to think of what else I can add to this picture. The zombie with the decapitated jock head gives it a nice a touch, but it's missing something. I finally got an idea and grab my kit.

I spend the next 4 hours drawing and start to get sleepy again. Fuck I don't want tomorrow to come. I yawn and crash into my bed. It's gonna be the same as every year, fucking torture. I keep thinking about how terrible the next day is gonna be and start to pass out.

Notes

NOTES:

Hey guys! This is my first fanfic and I'm kinda scatterbrained so bear with me. I've been trying to occupy my time since I'm healing from surgery and came across this! Three of my favorite things in one. MCR, writing and fanfiction!

Let me know what you guys think!

Britt :)