Teach Me To Love

12. Winning Him Back?

"Is she there?" Bert asked, he walked beside me, his jacket closed tightly around him. It was pouring rain, I was already drenched. I squinted my eyes and stared at Gerard's house, sure enough, Lindsey's car was in the driveway next to the sleek black hearse.

"The bitch is in the roost." I said darkly. Bert pat my shoulder. We walked down The End and walked up the pavement to the front door. It was around noon, so I was positive they'd be awake. I knocked on the door. Five minutes passed and then the bitch opened the door.

"You shouldn't be here, fagget." Lindsey growled.

"I'm not here to argue with you Lindsey. Where's Gerard? I've got someone who wants to see him." I told her, I motioned back at Bert, he had a friendly warm smile, but his eyes showed glints of mischievousness.

"Hi, I'm Bert, Bert McCracken. You must be Gerard's lovely lady Lindsey." Bert said, he winked at her and he held out his hand.

"Yes, Lindsey Ballato." She replied, she shook his hand and smiles with a slight blush. I walked passed her and farther into the house, Gerard walked down the stairs, his hazel eyes widened when they landed on me. His hair was crazy and the circles under his eyes were darker. He looked passed me at the doorway.

"Bert?" Gerard slurred thickly, I could tell he had been drinking. Bert smiled and walked into the house almost bowling Gerard over with a hug.

"Oh sweet Jesus you're alive!!" Bert screeched. He spun them around, but he stopped when he could see Lindsey and Lindsey could see him. He winked at her again, he also gave her a really awkward tongue motion. She blushed. I pretended to ignore it.

"Holy fuck! Its been so long, how was tour?" Gerard asked, he put his hands on Bert's shoulders looking at him with a grin. At the word tour, Lindsey's eyebrow raised. I took a seat in the kitchen, watching them all.

"What kind of tour, Bert?" Lindsey asked, she came and sat beside me, which was really fucking odd. I ignored her though.

"Oh! I'm in a pretty popular rock band, its called The Used, I'm the singer." Bert said grinning at her. "It was good! Thanks for asking Gee." Bert said. They came into the kitchen.

"Drink?" Gerard asked, Bert replied with a yea. Gerard walked to the fridge and leaned in to get some drinks. Lindsey, being the whore she is, reached out, tugged Bert's sleeve and pulled him in for a quick kiss on the lips. Bert smiled at her and winked then took a seat beside her. Lindsey was blushing. Gerard handed out drinks, when his hazel eyes fell on me he hesitantly gave me one.

"Thanks." I said quietly, I dropped my head. Gerard's fingertips nudged my elbow, I looked up at him and he gave me a small comforting smile. I returned it.

"You still do art Gerard?" Bert asked, he turned his attention away from Lindsey, but I could see her fingers fiddling with the hem of McCracken's shirt.

"Yeah, you wanna see some stuff?" Gerard asked. Bert nodded. "Alright, wait right here. I'll be right back." Gerard said with a smile. He walked out if the kitchen. I followed him.

"You uh, might need help carrying things." I said when he gave me a curious look. He shrugged and motioned for me to hurry up.

Gerard and I walked upstairs, I've only really been up here once, and I only knew one room, his bedroom. He walked me passed his bedroom and he turned into a room with a closed black door.

We walked inside, it was filled with canvas, sculptures and paints. It smelled like acrylic paints and charcoal. The room was messy, but in a way beautiful. All his paintings that were hung up were amazing, glorious and unique. I noticed one, that didn't look his style, and it wasn't. It was pinned to the wall beside the window, it was the drawing I left on his desk of people hanging.