Gerard falls on the floor and doubles over from laughing so hard.

"oh my god frank!!" She yells. I hear Mikey yell in embarrassment and Bandit squeal.

I put her on speaker phone.

"Mikey just got really drunk and started acting like a stripper...." She says loudly.

I hear Mikey yell. Then her laugh really hard.

Now Gerard is crying because he's laughing so hard.

As am I.

"I feel a six pack coming on!" I say calming down.

"Well is Bandit okay?" I ask.

"SHE DRANK SOME VODKA BUT OTHER THAN THAT YES!" Mikey yells.

Gerard jumps up and screams.

"Chill out he's kidding..." I say, "RIGHT?" I question-yell.

Mikey laughs, "of course I'm kidding."

Gerard takes a deep breath.

"Can I talk to Mikey?" He asks, I nod.

Gerard takes the phone and walks in the other room.

I should really keep an eye out for him.

*Gerard's P.O.V.*

"Hey Mikey..." I say quietly.

I feel his eyes burning into me from the other end if the phone line.

"Why did you do it?" He asks, sounding disappointed.

"I didn't mean to have that many... I only meant to have one..." I say sheepishly.

He sighs.

"I can't trust you for one night? On my wedding night? I have to watch YOUR daughter, and I can't have quality time with my wife!" He yells.

Ouch.

"Oh you had plenty of "quality time" with your wife! You fucked her for Christ's sake!" I yell.

By now Frank walks in the room.

"What's going on?" He questions.

I didn't mean to drink that much!

"I wanted to spend time with her at the wedding! We only get one you know!" He yells.

Touché.

"That's true, but you'll spend the rest of your life with her! Ill be suprised If you even last a year!" I say without thinking.

I hear Tupelo gasp in the background.

"I can't believe you just said that." Frank whispers.

I hear Tupelo make a crying sound.

I shouldn't have said that. I was her inspiration.

Oh god

Why did I say that?!

"Well Gerard I would like you to come pick up Bandit. And have an apology ready for us when you get back. Goodbye." He says, and hangs up.

Frank gives me a scared/ angry expression.

How the hell can I apologize?

***

(A/n: sorry for the change in P.O.V.s I have to do this :/)

Mikey's P.O.V.

I walk to Tupelo and I's bedroom door, and it's locked.

"Honey, please open the door." I say loudly.

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