Defenceless.

Chapter two.

I wake up to a knock on my bedroom door, spreading a feeling of annoyance through my body. I look at the clock on my dresser, feeling extremely agitated at how early it was. 10! Fricking 10! Who the hell wakes up this early, unless it's for school? Its summer!

“I’m coming, I’m coming, chill with the knocking.” I call out, expecting it to be my mother. I unlock it, opening it without realising I was just in my boxers. A quick feeling of shock runs through my body as I see Izzy and Gerard standing in my hallway. Izzy was dressed in a jean mini skirt and a black tank top, with a pair of doc martins to top it off. Gerard had black jeans and a black wifebeater that was clad to his slim frame.

“We have plans today, remember? Nice boxers. I invited Gerard by the way, hope you don't mind.” Izzy says, eyeing my body. I run a hair through my hair, motioning for them to come inside my room.

“When you asked me if I wanted to hang out on Saturday, I didn't think you meant at fucking ten in the morning.” I say grumpily, grabbing a pair of black jeans.

“Be quiet grumpy pants. Y’know, I think I prefer you with your clothes off. It makes up for your grumpy attitude.” Izzy states boldly, grinning a little. She flops on my unmade bed, her arms and legs sprawled out.

I slip a black t-shirt on, grinning at her.

“You and half the world, Izzy.” I respond, while putting my lip ring in.

“Arrogance much?” Izzy asks, flopping on my bed. I look over to Gerard, catching his eye and smiling. He smiles back, but stays quiet.

“Y’know, when we asked for you, your mom just about had a heart attack. Haven't you ever had a friend over?” Izzy asks, not rudely, but curiously instead. I chew my lip softly, not really sure how to respond.

“A couple of times when I was little. Anyway, what are our plans for today?” I ask, steering away from the subject.
“Dunno. Figured you’d want to do something.” Izzy responds, shrugging her shoulders.

“We could go to my house. Mikey’s supposed to invite some friends over later.” Gerard suggests, making my eyes flicker over to him. I study his features for a second, forgetting to respond.

“Uh, a party? I don't do parties.” I respond, sitting next to Izzy on my bed.

“What? Why not?” Izzy asks, flopping her head in my lap. We’d hung out a couple times after the meeting, and we immediately clicked. She was almost like a sibling.

“Drinking, alcohol. I’m not a happy drunk.” I respond, looking down at her pretty face. It wasn't even an excuse. I had been to a couple parties before, simply just for the booze, and it never ended well.

“Then we’ll monitor you. Promise. Me and Gerard will make sure you don't have more than two drinks, ‘kay? It’ll be fun.” Izzy declares, looking at me with big, innocent eyes.

“Fine. But, if I feel like leaving, you guys can't stop me.” I respond, looking at both her and Gerard. Gerard grins and nods, and Izzy just smiles.

“Cool. I’ll text Mikey and ask if he needs us to pick up anything for the party tonight.” Gerard states, his voice soft. I nod, although he’s not even looking at me.

“Are you going to wear that?” Izzy asks, sitting up and eyeing me.

“Uh, yeah? Why?” I reply, looking down at my clothes. She frowns, before getting up and rummaging through my drawers. I watch as she pulls out multiple outfits. I hear Gerard chuckle as Izzy inspects my clothes, obviously used to the behavior.

“You really need to go shopping. All you have are band t-shirts and v necks.” Izzy sighs, sitting with her legs crossed in front of a pile of clothes.

“V necks suit me, fuck off.” I reply monotonically.

“Love you too. Here, out this on.” She mumbled, handing me a black button up. I sigh, standing up and pulling the shirt I hand over my head. I look out of the corner of my eye, seeing Gerard eye my chest.

I slip the button up over my shoulders, starting to button it at the bottom of the shirt. I finish quickly, looking over at Izzy.

“Better. You look hot. Right, Gerard?” She asks, tilting her head as she stares at me. Gerard nods, staying quiet. I blush lightly, itching the back of my head. Gerards phone does off, pulling his attention away from me.

“Mikey says he needs three cases of beer, four bottles of vodka, three cases of soda, and some snacks.” Gerard states, reading the text aloud.

“Who the hell is paying for it?” Izzy grunts, putting all my clothes back into my drawers.

“Me.” He says simply. I raise my eyebrows, pulling my wallet out of my pocket. I count out everything I have in it, which is only about sixty bucks.

“Can I contribute? I only have about sixty bucks.” I ask Gerard, holding the money out. It would hardly even cover the vodka.

“No, its cool Frank. Really, I have a new job, so I have it covered. Thanks though.” He says, waving my money away.

“You sure?” I respond, lowering my hand. He nods, smiling lightly. I murmur an acknowledgment, putting the money back into my wallet. Izzy climbs back up on my bed, practically rolling on top of me.

“You're really fucking cuddly, you know that?” I ask, allowing her to lie side ways, right on my stomach.

“Its cuz your like a little cute puppy. Gerard, come cuddle with us. No shame.” Izzy bellowed, motioning for Gerard to come over to the bed.

“I’m not a cuddler.” He replies, grinning at the sight of us.

“You cuddle with Mikes all the time.” Izzy replies, poking my cheek.

“Shut up, that's different.” Gerard groans, his cheeks turning red. Izz y jumps up, grabbing Gerard by the belt loops and pushing him toward the bed in the manner of a small child.

“Alright, alright Izzy!” He says, falling back on my bed. Izzy laughs and climbs back on the bed, situating her feet on Gerard and her head on my stomach.

“You act like a nine year old.” Gerard groans, poking at her ankle.

“Yeah, but don't get me wrong, I can be a huge bitch.” She states, losing her childish demeanor. I stiffen, hoping I’ll never see that side of her.

She notices, turning her head to look at me carefully. She shakes her head, as if sensing my thoughts. She lies her hand softly on my chest, right next to her head, suddenly looking very small and fragile.
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“You went overboard with the chips.” Izzy states, directing it at Gerard.

“Oh shut up. I only got, like, five bags.” Gerard retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Exactly! No one’s eating chips at a party, they’re getting laid or drinking.” Izzy explains, throwing her hands up in the air. Gerard ignores her, turning his attention back to driving. We left my house at around three, after eating and fucking around. It took us an hour in the store, mostly because Izzy and me wouldn't stop messing around.

“I eat chips at parties.” I say quietly, shrugging.

“Well, that's because your Frank.” Izzy states, crossing her arms.

“Hey, what's that supposed to mean?” I demand, furrowing my eyebrows. She shrugs, her face going blank.

“Your just- I don't know, Frank.” Izzy says, making me roll my eyes. Gerard stifles a laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Good one Izzy.” Gerard mumbles, shaking his head.

“Shut up.” She demands, her face breaking out into a smile. He turns into his driveway, turning off the ignition. He looks over at her, studying her face carefully, before-

Kissing her. Oh fuck. Are they together? Was I cuddling with his girlfriend? Oh shit, that's fucking awkward.

He pulls away, getting out of the car, acting as if nothing happened.

“Izzy..are you...like, a thing?” I ask, the shock fading from my body. She laughs, shaking her head.

“Why, do you like him?” She grins, turning around in her seat to look at me.

“N-no!” I blurt out, blushing. “Just answer the question.”

“Nope. Just a fling. Well, like, not even that really, we just do what we feel like whenever we want, but we're friends.” She explains, shrugging. I nod, still slightly confused. I get out of the car, going around to the trunk to help Gerard get the party shit.

I follow after Gerard into the house, Izzy behind us, and set the groceries on the kitchen table. His house was big, two stories, but kinda trashy. It wasn't necessarily ghetto, but definitely not modern.

“You want a tour Frank? We have a little bit of time before we need to set up.” Gerard asks, looking me directly in the eyes.

“Yeah sure, that'd be cool.” I respond, nodding a little. He smiles, before leading me up the stairs. Izzy follows behind us, keeping quiet.

There was a large hallway at the top of the stairs, with several doors.

“This is my older sister's room, Jaylee. We call her Jay for short. She keeps the house in order and shit.” He explains, opening the door. The room was clean, but somehow it still looked messy. He moves on down the hall, telling me whose room belonged to who. He had five siblings. Jay, Mikey, Lexi, Hunter, and Tristan. I guess his parents weren't around.

When he was finished, he lead us back down stairs. Mikey sat in the living room, fucking with, what looked to be, an old stereo.

“Gee, will you help me with this shit?” Mikey asks, ignoring me and Izzy. Gerard sighs, walking the short distance over to Mikey.

“Do they have parents?” I whisper to Izzy, feeling kind’ve bad for them. I didn't want to pity them, because they seemed content, but they didn't really have any nice shit, and they didn't seem to have nice lives either.

“Yeah, they just aren't around. Their dad isn't here all that often, and when he is, he's fucking up everything, and their mom took off. Jay had to take care of everyone. She was only eleven when their mom left. She’s like twenty four now, and she’s got a job and shit, but her parents kinda fucked her life over. She dropped out of school to take care of everyone.” Izzy explains, her eyes drenched with sadness. I take a minute to comprehend what she just said, looking over to Gerard and Mikey. A sick feeling enters my stomach, making me want to puke.

“Thats…”

“Fucking horrible? I know. Gerard never talks about it. Mikey only told me because he was freaking the fuck out one night, stressed about getting his shit together and help keeping the house. They can barely pay rent.” Izzy continues, staring at Gerard and Mikey too.

We stood there, staring at them glumly, an understanding silence between us. Gerard finishes with the stereo, standing back up and walking over to me and Izzy.

“He can never remember how to hook that fuckin thing up. Anyway, will you guys help me set up shit?” Gerard asks, making me and Izzy nod. Gerard tells Izzy to pour all the chips into bowls, and tells me to pull everything breakable into a safe place.

A few times I pause, just to stare at him. He didn't look sad. He looked like he had his shit together, but that didn't mean he did.
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Time lapse: Five hours.

People starting rolling in at about nine, but it got really crowded at ten. Izzy disappeared with a guy at the beginning of the party, so I stuck with Gerard. He seemed to like having me around, introducing me to people and including me in conversations.

I wasn't sure how much I had drank by the time eleven rolled around, but I was in a good mood, and a little dizzy. Gerard kept talking, but I couldn't keep up with his lips. Izzy had returned by then, making me dance with her a couple times.

She seemed to know everyone there, bouncing around and talking to people.

“Frank, come meet my friend. His names Brendon, he’s really nice. I think you’ll like him.” Izzy shouts over the music, dragging me over to the kitchen.

“Brendon!” She shouts, grabbing some guys attention. He was fairly attractive, surrounded by several people, including Mikey.

“Hey! Where have you been? I was looking for you. Who’s this?” Brendon asks, eyeing me up and down.

“This is Frank! He’s kinda wasted, but I swear he’s a lot cooler when he’s sober.” Izzy says, grinning at Brendon.

“I don't know what the fuck she’s talking about, he’s still pretty cool.” Gerard says from behind me, coming up and sliding his arm around my shoulders. I giggle, looking up at his face.

“It's nice to meet you dude. Want a drink?” Brendon asks, offering a cup.

“Sure, thanks man.” I slur, taking the cup. Izzy frowns, opening her mouth, but Gerard beats her to it.

“Frank, don't drink that.” Gerard hisses, but it's too late. The cup is already at my lips, the liquid invading my mouth. It tasted horrible, but it warmed my inside quickly.

“Dammit Brendon, how am I gonna get him home?” Gerard asks, looking down at me. I finish the drink, tossing it into the trash can.

“You should dance with me.” I slur out, leaning onto Gerard.

“Your drunk Frank.” He says, shaking his head. I laugh, as if somehow the statement is funny.

“I’ll dance with you.” Brendon offers, grinning. I smile, grabbing his hand and leading him into the living room. Gerard follows, keeping an eye on us.

Brendon moves behind me, his hands on my hips. His breath tickles my neck, making me lean my head back into his shoulder.

I look over to Gerard, seeing his face blank, but his eyes...angry? My gaze tears away from Gerard as Brendon starts to kiss my neck, making me intake a sharp breathe.

“Okay, that's enough, he’s drunk.” Gerard says, suddenly appearing in front of us. I lean away in surprise, nearly making Brendon fall over.

I giggle and stand back up, feeling like a small child when Gerard grabs my hand and leads me upstairs.

“Ger-Gerard?” I ask, the numbness in my mouth slurring my words.

“Yes Frank?” He responds as we reach the top of the stairs.

“Your house makes me sad. Wait- no, that didn't come out right. I like your house! I like your tv. Its big. Where are your brother and sisters? I don't have any siblings. I mean, I had one, but not any more.” I drone on, not filtering myself. He turns around to stare at me, his eyebrows furrowed, making me giggle.

“You have pretty eyes.” I slur, making him turn back around. He leads me into his room, sitting me down on the bed. He takes my shoes off, them my jeans.

“Your siblings are still your siblings even if they aren't around.” Gerard says, making me confused. Did I talk about siblings?

“Lay down Frank.” He sighs, pointing to the pillow. I nod, crawling up to the pillow. I shut my eyes, hearing him call a soft good night.

I hear the music echo from down stairs, and then, nothing at all.
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I wake up feeling like my body was on fire. I open my eyes, seeing several blankets on top of me and someones arms around my waist. I freak out for a minute, before I realise it's just Gerard. I sit up, letting his arm fall off of me.

“Aw, fuck.” I groan, feeling my head give several throbs.

“You okay?” Gerard asks groggily, sitting up.

“Yeah, just a hangover.” I reply, looking over at him. He was shirtless, although he had pants on. Why am I in his bed? Where's Izzy? Why don't I have pants..? Did we…?

“Gerard,” I start, my voice slightly panicked. “What happened last night?” I turn toward him, chewing on my nails. He shrugs, as if trying to remember.

“Uh, well, Izzy introduced you to some people, you danced in quite a risque manner. You drank a lot too.”

“No, I mean...did we, y’know, do anything?” I ask, biting my lip. His eyes widen, before he gives a little chuckle.

“Um, no Frank.” He responds, getting out of bed. “Want some aspirin? I think Jay’s probably made breakfast. I’ll be right back.”

I nod, but he’s already gone. I flop back down on the bed, sighing a little.

“Gerard! Jay wants you!” Mikey calls out. A second later he appears in the doorway.

“You're not Gerard.” He states, frowning. Gerard pushes past him, handing me the aspirin.

“Good observation Mikey. Whats Jay need?” He asks as I pour a couple pills into my hand. I swallow them dry, praying they work fast.

“Something about the water bill. Breakfast is ready.” Mikey tells him, taking his leave. Gerard shrugs, pulling a t-shirt on.

“Want some pajama pants? Your pants got booze on them.” Gerard offers, opening one of his drawers.

“Sure, thanks.” I answer, nodding a little. He tosses me a pair of blue sweats, allowing me to quickly put them on.

“Want some breakfast? There’s probably still some left.” Gerard asks, motioning for me to follow him.

“Yeah sure.” I respond, following him.

“My siblings can be dicks, don't let it throw you off. They have big hearts, they just don't like showing it.” Gerard explains, leading me down the stairs into the kitchen. Mikey was nowhere to be seen, but others kids sat around the table, all of them staring at me.

A woman who looked to be in her late twenties stood behind the counter, pouring herself some coffee. She was pretty, with brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. Her skin was pale, although it was very toned.

“Morning Gee. I need you to run the water bill down to the bank after breakfast, it's a week late. Who’s this?” She asks, eyeing me.

“Hi, I’m Frank. I crashed here last night, I hope you don't mind.” I say, smiling awkwardly at her.

“I’m Jay. It's nice meet you.” She says, looking surprised. “You actually have a friend with manners, Gerard?”

“Oh, shut up, Izzy has manners.” Gerard responds, gesturing for me to sit.

“Izzy doesn't count, she practically grew up with us. Anyway, I like him. Grab some food.” Jay says, walking into the living room. Gerard grins at me, grabbing a plate.

“I’ll get you plate.” Gerard says, filling it up with food. He sets it in front of me, then goes to get his own. He sits down after getting his food, looking around at his siblings. There was one girl, who looked about 15, as well as two boys who looked twelve and seven.

“Why the hell are you guys so quiet?” Gerard asked, taking a drink of his coffee.

“Is he your boyfriend?” The thirteen year old boy asks. My eyes widen, and I find my eyes drifting over to Gerard, waiting for an answer.

“No, he is not my boyfriend Tristen.” Gerard responds, his eyes flickering to me.

“Did you guys have gay sex?” The seven year old asks, making me choke on my eggs. Gerard sighs angrily, shaking his head.

“No, Hunter, we did not,” Gerard responds. He looks over at me, his eyes burning into mine. “Welcome to my deluded family. Get used to all the fuckery, Frank.”

Notes

This seems kinda fast paced, but this is going to be a long ass chaotic story, so the drama shit gets even heavier.
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