My Watercooler Romance // Frerard

Chapter 1 - Getting up and moving is just so much effort sometimes ugh

Uuuuuuugggghhhhhhhh.

Moving is so much effort.

Mom is nagging at me to check everything, make sure I haven't forgotten anything, blah blah blah... But come on, how hard is it?? I'm not stupid, I know how to pile a bunch of crap into a bag and walk out of a house with it. I've already finished packing, anyway. It's her that wants to check it all.

'Why've you got so many jackets in here, Gerard?' Mom said, rummaging through one of the bags. I wish she wouldn't; she's messing it up!

'What can I say?' I said, rolling my eyes. I took the bag from her. 'I'm a jacket slut.'

'You could at least fold them up,' she said, tutting judgementally. 'You'd be able to fit more clothes in here, you know.'

I know she meant, 'you'd be able to fit more of the clothes I want you to wear in here,' because Mom doesn't really agree with my particular... style. She says I dress and should like an emo.

Fucking bullshit.

What's the point in clothes, anyway? Why're they so expensive? If anything, you should be paying me to wear them, cuz believe me, you probably don't want to see me without.

'I've got enough,' I said, adding the bag to the small pile in front of the doorway. I had one suitcase and two rucksacks, one of which was full of food, the other, full of jackets. The suitcase contained more clothes, duvet covers, a toothbrush, and all the rest of that stuff.

'Are you sure, Gerard?' Mom said, shaking her head disapprovingly. 'You're going to be living on your own, you need to take everything.'

'I'm not gonna be all alone,' I said. 'It's only college, I'll have a roommate and there'll be other people everywhere.'

'I know, I know,' she said, rolling her eyes. 'But it's so far away, you can't exactly just come home and pick up anything you forget.'

'I know!' I moaned. 'I've got what I need, I'll be fine!'

Mom sighed. 'Okay, fine,' she said.

'I should go,' I said, looking for a reason to leave now. In all honesty, I didn't need to be at the college for another six hours, and it's four hours away... And I really want to just leave already.

'At least try to behave, will you?'

'Yeah, yeah,' I muttered, rolling my eyes. 'Can't promise anything.'

Mom sighed. She opened her mouth again to say something, but that was when Mikey came in and saved me.

'Aren't you gone get?' He joked.

'I'm trying,' I said, rolling my eyes. I took the opportunity to cross the hallway to the front door, hauled the two rucksacks over my back and extended the handle on the suitcase. 'Byeeee!' I called out in a singsong voice as I opened the door.

'Have a good time, Gerard, and don't forget to -' I cut her off by slamming the door. Though I couldn't hear a word she said past that point, I know she kept talking. The little ironic voice in the back of my head said, fuck it, too emo for this shit.

(Emo is fucking bullshit.)

I shoved the suitcase into the boot .of the smaller of the two cars parked in the driveway, followed by the rucksacks. This one was my car. I climbed into the front seat and turned on the radio, playing it at full volume as I drove north towards my new life.

FREEDOM. FINALLY.