Chapter 24

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AMY'S P.O.V.

"Alex I swear to god if you don't let me leave right now I will key your fucking car," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah, with what key?" He said as he dangled Gerard's car keys way over my head. "Dude come on," I said as I pushed him a bit. "Relax, here" he laughed as he handed over the keys. "Thank you," I breathed out. I unlocked the door and got into the drivers seat. "Call me when you want to hang out again short stuff," he said as he hit the roof of the car, and then walked back up to his front porch.

I put my arm out of the window and waved as I sped off. Yesterday was the worst and most stupidest thing I could have done. I still couldn't believe I did LSD, but I promise you never again. Because when the high starts to come down you feel like shit. And right now I am feeling like shit. I just want to go home and lay down. Maybe have some coffee while I'm at it. But I definitely want to call Gerard just to see how he's doing. I really miss him.

I parked the car in the driveway, and went inside. It felt so big and empty inside. I set my things down on the floor, sighing at the fact that this is going to be me, every single time he leaves for tour. If I can't make it through this summer, how would I make it through all the other summers that have yet to come.

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a drink. Just to take the edge off a bit. I should just call him already. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Gerard's number. I took another sip of my drink while the phone rang. "Hello beautiful. Did you get home safely?" Gerard comfortably said. "Yeah, I did. I have to say this because I don't like lying to you. I did LSD yesterday, which was the major factor as to why I couldn't drive. But I'm never doing it again, so there's nothing to worry about." I said.

"It's okay, I'm glad you told me. I'm also glad you're back home, safe." He said and I just smiled like a little kid. "So how was the whole meeting thing with all the bands and Lyman?" I asked as I sat down on the couch to make myself more comfortable. "It was really good, we just went over some rules of what we can and can't do. We talked to some other bands, but good overall." I can already tell by the tone in his voice that he's excited for their first show.

"Well I'm glad that it went good for you. How are the guys doing?" I asked. "They're pretty cool, but obviously missing you."

"I miss them too, so what's the set list?" I was really curious what songs they were gonna play and if they were gonna do any covers. "Not sure yet, but Ray and I are hoping to have it set it stone before its night."

"Well keep me updated." I then heard people loudly talking in the background when all of a sudden I heard Frankie yelling through the phone. "HEYYY AMMMYYY" I began to hear Gerard asking for the phone back, and I just chuckled. "Hey Frankie, hope you're not stirring up too much trouble." I said. "Ah sweet cakes always looking out for me," I just laughed and answered his remark. "Oh, shut up." I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging out knots. "Sorry about that, Frankie practically tackled me for the phone." He heavily breathed out.

"It's alright, I'd expect nothing less from him." We both laughed and talked for over an hour or so until he had to leave. "I'll talk to you soon, love you," he said. "I love you too." I set my phone down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to my chest. I began to think about the classes I had signed up for at the community college. I think my dance course is starting in a week or so. Hopefully soon because I could really use some healthy distractions.

I should start putting the clothes I bought away into the closet and drawers. I got up and reached for the multiple shopping bags. I walked upstairs, coming to a stop once I reached our bed. I started to pull everything out and laying it flat on the bed so I could easily see what should go where. I was really inspired to buy bohemian slash rocker clothing, especially because I was thinking of the one and only, Penny Lane. I'm probably going to wear all this on my trip to SoCal with Katie.

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