"Dude! Come on! we're gonna be fuckin' late!" Pete urged Gerard (who was currently holding on to the edge of his mattress for dear life).
"No!" Gerard whined helplessly through clenched teeth.
"Why can't I just stay the hell home?" He pleaded feebly, Clawing at the sheets of his bed.
"No. Shut up. That's not even a fucking option." Pete argued, short sleeved arms laying a crossed on his chest.
"But i don't wanna go! Just leave me and my fortress alone!!!! Please. Go on without me!"
"No."
"PLEASE."
"No!"
"I beg of you Master Baggins!"
"DUDE"
Gerard let out an exhausted sigh.
"Mikey! Harder!" Pete commanded. and as like a soldier, Mikey tightened the death grip he had around Gerard's ankle and pulled as if his entire life depended on it. Gerard just shoved his face into the bedding and shook his head viciously.
"I dontwannago idontwannago idonatwanna!" He resisted childishly.

Mikey rolled his eyebrows, sagged his shoulder and put his hands up in defeat… okay he just raised an eyebrow but that’s basically Mikey Way equivalent of I'M-ABOUT-400-PERCENT-DONE-WITH-YOUR-SHIT-RIGHT-NOW.
Pete glared," Dude, i swear if we're late because of you, so Help me Grant Morrison, I'm gonna burn all your sketchbooks!" He growled threateningly(okay so it was less of a growl then Pete would have prefered, but whatever).
Mikey's eyes widened and he raised both his eyebrow, Gerard paused and gasped at Pete, placing a hurt hand on his chest; with narrowed eyes and a death glare he pointed a menacing finger at Pete," You wouldn't DARE." he spat.
Pete raised an eyebrow defiantly," Try me." Gerard thought he heard Mikey chuckle but he couldn't tell because Pete was sending daggers at him with his eyes.
They spent what seemed like three minutes just like that: Glaring at each other; silently challenging the other to say something. Gerard finally gave up and grasped the bedding tighter when Mikey seemed to grow bored and pull his ankle harshly.
"Mikey! If you twist my ankle I'm throwing your phone off a cliff." Gerard warned. Mikey just raised an eyebrow(again) in response.
"Dude we gotta go!!! If i have to drag you out of that bed myself, you're gonna be fuckin' sorry!"
Gerard stuffed his face farther into the Wonder-Cloud of dreams and all things good and comfortable in the world( his bed)and let of a groan of discomfort and displeasure.
"Gerard. Dude, You never leave the house anyway."
Gerard stopped over reacting for a second to focus a glare in Mikey's general direction," What even--that’s SO not true!" When Mikey merely raised an eyebrow in response, Gerard said," I leave the house like, all the time!"
"Leaving the house for school doesn't fuckin' count, Gerard!" Pete replied in a rushed exhale, running a hand through his mussed up hair.
And whatever Gerard was about to say was completely caught up and buried in a gasp of shock and pain when Mikey twisted his ankle harsh enough to finally get his older brother to let the fuck go of the bed post and the sheets.
Needless to say, Pete chuckled when Gerard hit the floor... flat on his face. Mikey went over to his closet and threw Gerard's hoodie at his face.
"Get up, Gerard!" Pete said
"Yeah, sure, fine. What ever. Fuck my life and all it's worth." The last part was added in somewhat of a hushed mumble.Pete just rolled his eyes and started ushering him out the door.
"Oh God, this is gonna suck," Gerard remarked as he stood up and began working his arms through the worn black sleeves of his hoodie.
"Oh, shut up and stop overreacting, this is gonna be like, the best night of your life." Pete reassured.
"Somehow I find that hard to believe. AND WILL YOU STOP THAT?" Gerard said miserably and only slightly agitated when Pete all but shoved him out the door causing him to stumble onto the porch.
" Shut up and get in the car," was his only reply.
"Am I being kidnapped?" Gerard questioned.
"Yeah."
and
"Pretty much"
Were the only responses.
" Fan-fuckin'-tastic!" He said and slumped in his seat as they drove off.
~~~
By the time they finally pulled up in front of the club/bar thing, the car was full of over 10 people. Not just the usual outcasts they hung out with at school, either. There were at least 5 people Gerard had never laid eyes on in his life:
Billy, James, Mike, Tre, Emilie, Amanda, Mark. Travis, Jimmy, Bert, Dave, Kitty, Mitch, the list seriously went on and on for ages and surprisingly enough Gerard was only slightly anxious. And how they'd all managed to fit into Pete's car(which strangely resembled a hearse) was beyond Gerard.
So yeah... Great.
They all spilled out from the car after Pete had parked and stretched their legs a little before heading inside. ~~~
Gerard had to admit: He was impressed.
it was about The thing Gerard found extremely ironic about the bar/club hybrid that Pete and Mikey had dragged him to ( not really dragged, so much as shoved and kicked out the door) was that it was literally called DOWNTOWN. Gerard actually thought it was pretty clever. He took a moment to himself to praise whoever had come up with it. The club was dark with green and blue lights focused clumsily onto the stage. The actual bar part of the place was all the way to the far right side of the room. There was a balcony and a few few tables lined up neatly towards the back . The set-up kind of reminded Gerard of the ROCK-IT club in Scott Pilgrim. Awesome.
He could only spare a moment though,considering Pete and Mikey –not to mention a crowd of probably about 243,000 people- were pushing against him. Wriggling and shoving frantically, trying to get a decent front row look at the band before they started playing
It was some band Gerard had never heard of... Prep something... Sounded cool. Really cool, actually; and apparently the band was really popular(at least that's what Gerard could conclude from the way the crowd was moving towards the stage) locally.
Gerard felt someone tap his shoulder, so he turned around only to find Pete smirking at him. Mikey by his side with an eyebrow raised sky high.
" Enjoying yourself?" He screamed over the excited tension of the crowd.
Gerard thought about it for a moment, he actually was enjoying himself. He'd only ever been to one, maybe two shows back home. mainly because he never felt like leaving the house and going somewhere. Or he was sick... or the thought of participating in any form of social affair created a sharp icicle of anxiety and down right fear that made him not to crawl in a whole and only return to the world when the apocalypse had ended But the rush of the crowd, the tension around the areas where the mosh pit would soon be, the intensity and sweat and comfortable feeling intimate places like this bar/cub offered... it felt like coming home. it felt right and exciting. like he was talking to an old friend. He wasn't really surprised to realize that he'd actually missed the energy sizzling like static in the air.
Realizing that Pete was still looking at him expectantly he snapped out of his trance-like state and glanced at Mikey. his younger brother had his eyebrows raised. Silently telling Gerard to hurry up so he and Pete could get back to whatever the hell they were previously doing.
Gerard smiled a genuine, upbeat smile and nodded enthusiastically." Fuck yeah! I'm so--"
His sentence was lost and cut off to a stream of screeches and exclaims which pooled together into a punk, raw, angry yet giddy chorus. his thoughts were drowned in the screams, cheers, whistled and chants of the crowd. In the heat of the moment, with the crowd to blame, Gerard was pushed in the opposing direction; away from Pete and Mikey, and somehow shoved vehemently to the front of the stage. where he could clearly see the band assuming their positions. drummer, keys, guitars...
no lead singer though, Gerard mused.
he turned his stringy, messy mop of black a little counter clockwise and peered over his shoulder in search of Mikey, Pete or anyone else they'd came with. or any mildly familiar faces. no such luck.
branding his search unsuccessful, Gerard returned his attention to the stage. And there. on stage . like four-fucking-feet from Gerard's face was Mr. Iero... Uhm- Frank. with a tight white shirt and super torn black skinnies on.. a white guitar strapped carefully across his torso with PANSY spelled out in shiny letters curling across the surface.
Gerard was left open mouthed as Frank approached the mic , an energetic kind of swagger in each step he took. he grabbed it forcefully and smiled as he asserted," Hi, We're Pencey Prep and this song's called Trying To Escape The inevitable." few minutes later, the band went into full swing and the crowd was completely fuckin' insane.
People were kicking and shoving and just listening and then there was Gerard. who was just looking at Frank- His fucking teacher for Christ sake- get on his knees and start destroying his guitar. Gerard had honestly never seen anyone play so passionately, so beautifully. It was so totally amazing Gerard found himself mesmerized. after a few songs he began screaming back and along with Frank and the cramped, energetic crowd. frank caught his stare and winked at him for a moment before screwing his eyes shut and screaming something into the microphone.
Gerard melted.
~~~
He was probably the happiest he'd been in a while. at one point it dawned on him that Pete and Mikey totally set this up.
Those scheming fuckers. He thought with a grin wider than a Chesire.

Notes

please comment and stuff, it helps me know either you like it or just accidentally clicked on my fic. so please comment. the more encouragement i get: the more I'll update/post.
also, I had to take a few things out/ alter stuff 'cause when i wrote this yesterday. everything was erased.
ALSO ALSO! have a nice day and enjoy
Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors. I was rushing, tell me about anything and I'll fix it