Protégé moi (in English)

~ Beginning of disaster ~

"Hey, Mikes." I walked into his room to spot him cuddled up in the corner of his single bed reading a DC. "Oh, hey, Y/n, where'd you come from?" The nerdy boy pushed his rectangle glasses up his nose. "Frank's throwing a party." I groaned and sat at the bottom of his bed. "What the fuck? When you're like that?" He gestured toward my torso tiredly. "Yep.  And Gerard and his hoe decided to pop in aswell before that shit went down, but he's back here?" I raised a brow in question. "Oh, she's asleep in his bed." Mikey made a gagging motion and honestly... same. "Skank. Not just her but Gerard, but yet again I don't have a choice with that boy, do I?." I scowled. "Well I made a new friend." I smiled, thinking of the sweet boy I met at the park. "Better not replace me bitch." Mikey glared at me through his lenses. "I'd never, Mikes." I rolled my eyes playfully. "I'm being serious." "Well, his name is Remington and he's really cool, he likes Nirvana and dresses like a god." I snickered and Mikey seemed not too disappointed. "Eh. Sounds like an eh kinda guy." Mikey still seemed bitter. "C'mon Mikes." I nudged him. "Whaaaat?" He reciprocated my same tone of voice. "You're so judgy-" A knock echoed through the house. We both waited in silence for someone downstairs to answer it. We heard the door open.

"Is Y/n here?"

It sounded like Frank.

"Y/n!" Gerard called up the stairs. "Fuck." I stood up and walked shamefully down to the source of the noise, Mikey waddling behind me. "Y/n, you need to come home." Frank said, tipsy. "I'll stay here." I argued, wanting to avoid a hoard of drunk teens for the night. Gerard looked between us, chewing his lip in silent debate. "How about I come with? And Mikey?" He looked at us both, sweeping his black locks behind his ear. "What about Louise?" I spoke, venom lacing the name 'Louise'. "She's gone, she just left." He explained vaguely. "Ok." "I'm actually kinda tired... I might stay but Gee, you keep Y/n safe." Mikey's voice came from atop the staircase and I looked at him in betrayal. "Alright." I swallowed, a little upset but I knew Mikey wouldn't like this any better than I would. "I'll be over there." Frank pointed an unsteady hand to our house before walking down the street to it. "Welp, I'll get my shoes on, tonight's gonna be a long one." Gerard sighed. "It's a Wednesday night... I don't understand why he's doing this." I frowned, leaning on the bannister. "Yeah it's weird, he does this shit but normally on Fridays." Gee tied his laces. "I mean it must be hard with what happened." I passed off this comment without really thinking about it.

"Alright, let's go." Gerard stood up straight and walked to the front door. "Going now Mikes, be back whenever, I'm locking the door!" Gerard really did care about Mikey huh? We left at around 8:30pm, oblivious to how much of an exhausting night was ahead of us. "When we get in, we'll go upstairs out the way if you want?" Gee looked back at me. He had been in our house a few times so I'd assume he knows his way around. "Yeah, ok." I nodded. We had reached the front porch earlier than likeable. I pulled his sleeve and gestured toward the back garden. This way it'd be easier to enter. We moved around the building, which emitted loud music and scents of unholy herbs and spices. When in the back garden we entered the kitchen, which was fairly empty apart from a girl throwing up in my sink with another girl holding her hair back. "Yeah ew, I'm so happy I washed and put away the dishes." I thanked myself aloud. Gerard must've heard because he chuckled before grabbing my hand and pulling me into the living room. This was where everyone was. I held onto him tight as we practically swam through people. It felt like eternity before we reached the staircase which was flooded with people and fortunately I hadn't gone deaf. Gerard shoved a few people, impatiently as he hustled us upstairs. I opened my bedroom door to see a couple passed out on my bed. Gerard and I stood there with identical disgusted looks on our faces. "I didn't even like that mattress, or those bedsheets... or that bed, fuck the bed." I sighed. I'll sleep on the couch if that too isn't infected with HIV. "Well, we have no choice, Frank keeps his room locked and I don't think the empty pizza boxes accept newcomers." I breathed, defeated as I slowly closed my bedroom door. "Downstairs? Maybe the couch will do us some good?" Gerard sounded as if he was disappointed with himself in saying that. As stupid as it was, desperate times call for desperate measures. "Let's do it."

Downstairs was a blur. Dizziness. Gerard pulling me through smoke and to a comfy place where I was laid down and he sat beside me. All I could process was that something leather was placed over me, acting as a blanket.

I felt myself slowly drift off with humid air somewhat lulling my sore head to sleep. I never really noticed how weary I was until I laid down. It felt nice despite the loud, horrible atmosphere which was created in my own home. Let's hope I wake up tomorrow morning to an empty room.