"Frank, I love you sweetie but you have to go visit her!" my mom yelled.
"I don't want to! I hate her, I hate her guts!" I argued.
"Frank, you can't just blow her off like that. She needs help", my mom's voice softened.
"Damn right she needs help, she needs phychiatric help",I growled.
I snatched the jacket off the couch and stormed out of the house. My mom knew that I hated that cunt. My mom knew. She hated her too, why would she ever want me to do that. She doesn't even want to help her!
My mom's bitch sister, an avid member of the Westboro Baptist Church, needed me to drive all the way down to Kansas to take care of her and her broken kneecap.
That's what you get for starting a fight with a gay couple. You get hit bitch.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out.
Aunt Jenny: I will pay you if you come down and help me. Please Frank
Me: how much?
Aunt Jenny: Name your price.
Me: $75 and you can't bitch about gay people.
Aunt Jenny: $100 and I can talk about whatever I want.
Me: fine. must make lots being a bitch. I'll be there in a few days.
Aunt Jenny: Whatever.
I turned around and informed my mother. She thanked me and I went upstairs to pack real quick. I wish I could miss school for this, but it was summer break so that wasn't going to happen.
You may ask Why did you have a jacket if it's summer?
Farmer's tan was the worst.
I bid my mother goodbye and went out to my car. I looked across the street and knew that I owed it to Gerard to say goodbye before just randomly leaving for a week or two!
I go and knock on the door. Mikey answers the door in his boxers, yawning up a storm. It was five in the afternoon, why was he tired?? He rubbed his eyes before getting a look at me.
"Oh hey Frank", he yawned. "I'll get Gerard".
"Thanks sleepy head", I smiled.
He turned, nodding his head yes, and soon Gerard appeared in the doorway.
"Hey Frankie, are you okay?" Gerards smiled.
"I'm fine, I just wanted to tell you that my Aunt Jenny needed me to watch her so I'll be gone a few days", I held out my arms to hug him, but he declined.
"You don't need to hug me, come inside", Gerard moved out of the way to let me in.
"What?" I was confused.
"Frank, it's almost six in the afternoon. In about three hours, your eyes will be as wide as the moon", he paused to let me laugh at our friend, Brendon's, song lyrics. "You can't drive all the way to Kansas to be with your homophobic aunt now!"
"Okay, fine", I surrendered.
I walked in and threw my bag to the ground and trudged into his living room, where Mikey was fast asleep on the couch.
"What's wrong with him anyways?" Mikey questioned.
"He's been up all night and most of the day. Summer symptoms", Gerard laughed.
"Ahh, I know what you mean", I nodded.
I honestly would not be up right now if I didn't have Gerard, and it's probably the same for him. We've spent every waking hour of summer so far together.
Gerard snickered and led me up to his room.
"So what's wrong with your aunt?" Gerard asked, sitting down on his unruly black comforter.
I walked up to his desk and looked at Gerard's latest picture, an inventive picture of an autumn day. A dead tree with the leaves swirling in the chilly wind. A sun was setting at the end of the picture, creating a beautiful warm scene despite the fact that it was in pencil. His drawings were breathtaking.
"Frank?" Gerard snapped me out of my trance. "Did you hear me?"
"Yeah", I said. "Sorry, her kneecap is broken. She got in a fight with some people I knew there".
"Who were they?" I asked.
"Do you remember when I visited her around Thanksgiving a few years ago and I told you about Josh and Tyler? Well it turned out they liked eachother and my aunt tried to fight them. Josh acted like a little bean and chickened out, but Josh just kicked her square in the kneecap", I explained.
Me and Gerard laughed together and it kind of relieved the anger that I had towards her.
"Do you want me to come with you? I'll drive", Gerard offered.
"Oh, do I", I smiled. "Nothing would make me happier".
"That makes me so happy! You probably need to get some sleep, sweetie", he comforted.
"It's not even nine Gerard", I laughed.
Gerard stood and met me at the desk I was standing at. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. He rested his head on my shoulder and we kinda stood there for a second.
"I love you Frankie", he said.
I was reminded of all of the years of us being best friends. For as long as I could remember, he's always been there for me. This was another chapter to add to our stories of mishaps and adventures.
"I love you too Gee", I smiled into his chest.
"I'm hungry though baby, let's make some fries or something", he nuzzled his head into my neck.
"Even better, let's go to McDonald's for fries", I wrapped my arms around him as well.
Gerard playfully bit my neck and I groaned.
"Ooh," he said.
"Gerard", I scolded.
"Fine", he whined.
He unraveled his arms from around me and grabbed the wallet from his desk, right next to his captivating picture of the upcoming season. On our way out, he grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, which roused Mikey from his slumber.
"Sorry, Mikes, we were just about to leave", Gerard said.
"Where to?" he asked, groggily.
"McDonald's, wanna come?" Gerard asked.
"Yeah, one sec", Mikey's scratchy voice requested.
He stood up and yanked his jeans that I recognized him wearing for the past week on and a black tee shirt that said Don't Google Yourself in white block letters.
It's funny, because he obviously didn't care what he was wearing, but he took the time to carefully straighten his light brown hair and put his glasses on.
"Fuckin' ready," Mikey said.
He found his wallet and we all crowded into Gerard's car. Mikey got the backseat, but we let him listen you his music on the way there and back.
When we got there, we ordered large fries for all of us, along with an accompanying vanilla milkshake for Mikey.
On the way back, we rocked out to songs by AC/DC with the windows rolled down. We got glances of annoyance, disapproval, and best of all... glances if respect.
The rock and rollers out there knew who we are, and they saluted us.
We got home and Mikey instantly went upstairs to shower and wash his clothes because.... well, probably because he hasn't done either in a while.
Me and Gerard went upstairs and passed out, entangled in eachothers arms. I hadn't known Gerard had set his alarm for eight in the morning until the annoying beeping noise forced itself into my dream about Gerard.
God, it was such a nice dream, too.
I was thankful that Gerard and I went to bed roughly twelve hours ago, though.
Gerard didn't know that I was awake and aware of what he was doing, but he stood and silenced his alarm as fast as he could. He then picked out some clothes and left the room, assumably to go shower. He was gone for longer than I had anticipated, but when he got back he was clean, dressed, and ready to go. He also had a tray of pancakes for meeee.
As I ate, Gerard packed his bags and carried ours down to his car. He had a conversation with his parents on the lower floor, where I heard his mother tell him to be safe.
He came back up where I was dressed and ready to go, and holding the tray. Gerard took it for me and I followed him downstairs where he put the dishes in the sink and grabbed his wallet and keys. He bid Mikey, who was wide awake, goodbye along with his parents and informed them that he'd call them when we hit a hotel tonight.
We got into his car and Gerard pulled out and we began our lengthy two day journey to Kansas.
As he had promised, he called Mikey and his parents to inform them that he was okay when we were safely in a hotel at midnight. Gerard strongly opposed stopping this early, but I convinced him that it was okay if we stopped.
The next day, we finally reached our destination where my aunt instantly got onto me for bringing someone else.
I was in my room, crying. But Gerard came in and he sung to me. The words were beautiful.
When the lights go out
Will you take me with you
And carry all this broken bone
Through six years down in crowded rooms
And highways I call home?
Something I can't know 'til now.
'Til you pick me off the ground
With a brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile,
Your scraped-up knees.
And if you stay I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes.
How long?
'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm
You can run away with me anytime you want
Terrified of what I'd be
As a kid from what I've seen
Every single day when people try
And put the pieces back together
Just to smash them down
Turn my headphones up real loud
I don't think I need them now
'Cause you stopped the noise.
And if you stay I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes.
How long?
'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm
You can run away with me anytime you want
Well, anytime you want
Well, anytime you want
Don't walk away [3x]
'Cause if you stay I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes.
How long?
Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm.
You can run away with me
You can write it on your arm
You can run away with me anytime you want
At the end I was ready to wrap my arms around him and hug him a tight, but instead we ran off to an abandoned house down the street and we hung put with Josh and Tyler for most of the night.
It was like a fairytale.