Teach Me To Love

1. A Night In A Bar

*Frank's POV *

It was a Friday night, a night that I would go out. I went out alone, normally I'd go with my friend Mikey Way, but he had to go visit his grampa who was moving into a new home. So I went alone.

There's this bar in Newark that knew me, they knew I was small as hell, but the bartender, Bob Bryar told everyone I was 21. And boy that was a lie, I was only sixteen.

Newark wasn't too far away from Belleville, so I just took a twenty minute drive down there and parked my car outside House Of Wolves bar and diner. I had on a shirt with this kickass guitar and a leather jacker, blue tightish jeans with holes in the knees. I had a leather band strapped around my wrist, for personal reasons and my hair spiked in the back. The sides shaved down and bleached almost white.

I walked inside, some bikers actually dipped their heads to me, and hell I'm just a short punk kid. I ran my tongue over my lip ring and made my way through a small crowd that was engulfed in the TV for the local hockey game. I took a seat at the tall bar stool.

"Iero, long time no see." The bartender Bob Bryar said with a grin, his strawberry blonde hair just reached his eyebrows, his piercing blue eyes locked on me and his scruffy beard almost hiding his lip ring. "Oh, you're a minute late by the way." He added with a glance at the wall clock.

"Rather late than never." I said with a shrug, I came here every Friday, nine o'clock sharp. Sometimes with Mikey. and Bob gave Mikey the same deal, we would get drinks, alcohol. Even though we were minors. Bob had this skilled way of making very realistic fake IDs and hell of course I had one.

"Bad shit happen this week?" Bob asked, he pulled a bottle of that amber liquid my stomach craved so much and cracked the metal cover off with a ring on his finger. (One of my friends has a weird ring that the inside is a bottle opener. Its badass.) He set it in front of me.

"Nah, minus being shoved in lockers. No big deal." I said with a shrug of my shoulders, I grabbed the amber bottle by the neck and took a swig.

"Two drinks on me, kiddo." Bob said with a friendly smile, he raised a fist and I bumped his knuckles with my own. He was seriously a really cool guy, I could say that I depended on him. He got me alcohol, he got me my cigarettes, hell I'd bet he'd get me a girl if I asked. As long as I'd give him a tip every visit I stopped in House Of Wolves.

"Thanks mate." I said, I gave him a smile and he nodded. He went to go tend to other bar-goers. I sat and watched the TV wedged in the corner by a bunch of tall bottles of liquor, it had a news channel on and a few commercials. The news was boring, just natural things about Jersey, yeah, a lot of people died. Many of them found in the local rivers, but nothing too grotesque. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Uh, is this seat taken?" Asked a voice, I looked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. It was a man, he had long black hair, it was kind of messy. He had dark circles under his eyes, a misfits shirt and a denim black jacket. He smelled like coffee and cigarettes mixed with cinnamon.

"No, its free." I answered, the guy gave me a small smile, it didn't reach his hazel eyes though. He sat down and sighed heavily, I noticed he has a little booklet in his jacket pocket. Was it a bible or some shit? It was thickish, black, and I couldn't see a title or anything. There was something marked on a page though, something holding it in spot.

"Thankyou, Uhm.." he said looking at me with a drawn out expression.

"Frank." I told him.

"Thankyou, Frank." The guy said with a small smile. I gave him a small nod. "I'm Gerard by the way." He added, held out a pale hand with spidery fingers. I took it, the rough patches in his hand were by his fingers, as if he were a painter, a rough spot near the web of his thumb and pointed maybe for a pencil. Hus grip was tight, he was confident.