My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 6

When I woke up in the morning, a big part of me refused to believe the entirety of the previous day had been real. It seemed impossible. There was no fucking way I spent my day with Party Poison. Absolutely none.

But there was no mistaking the fact that one part of my pillow was still wet with tears. I'd silently sobbed for hours last night- eventually just to get emotions out. It was definitely a very unpleasant reminder of the previous day, but it gave me a reason to believe that yes, it had happened. I met Poison and we had fun together.

I wasn't fully sure what to make of the whole drama I'd had with Val, either. On one hand, I knew he was overreacting and that he was a little fuck. He had acted terribly inappropriately. Even if he had the right to be mad, you don't just break into someone's house.

But on the other hand, he was still my friend. He was the first person who shared my love for Gerard. And thanks to him I'd gotten to meet Lamia, who I actually really liked. She was rad as hell and I enjoyed her company. But, seeing how Val had stormed off and how they were always together, I didn't think I'd see her again.

Now that I thought about it tho.. I didn't know if I even wanted to hang out with them in the first place, or was I just settling for their company. We had been supposed to go take our bikes out for a ride today and maybe even leave town, but I didn't feel up for it anymore.

After all, Val had made it pretty clear I wasn't wanted and I had no intention to have him start screaming again. Not only was it fairly hurtful, it was also annoying as fuck.

So. Fuck this, then.

But what to do instead?

Good question.

I thought about that as I made myself some coffee and looked for something to eat. I hadn't listened to Black Flag in a while, so I put on their compilation album, "The First Four Years". It was one of my favorite albums, it's a shame I haven't listened to them in ages.

As I ate, I thought more about what to do today. But I was so very out of ideas. I knew I wanted to go for a ride, but I wasn't sure where. There were so many places here....

If I were in New Jersey, I'd know exactly where to go. There was an abandoned house, only a couple miles out of town. I would go there all the time as a kid, it was a nice place to just sit and think. It was full of graffiti and random trash. A lot of broken beer bottles laid around all over the place.

If only there was a place similar to that around here....

But wait. I saw one recently, didn't I? It was pretty close to The Diner. I think so at least.

Could I go check that out?

Absolutely.

And even if someone lives there, at least I would have managed to leave the house and explored the town.

Perfect.

I quickly put my dirty dishes in the sink, then rushed to get ready. I dug my leathers out of the bottom of my drawer and put them on.

I missed this.

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Up close, the building wasn't anything special. It had dirty windows and there was plenty of graffiti on the walls. But there was lots of trash laying around, which I considered a great sign. The more trash you could find outside, the more interesting will the inside be.

I parked my bike safely near the warehouse and jumped off. I took my helmet with me (yesterday with Poison, when I didn't have one, had been in different circumstances), I don't like to leave it. I got it as a gift when I turned 16. I can't have it get lost.

I carefully walked up to the doorway, seeing no signs of people. The warehouse had no door- it was probably either broken in, removed, or never existed in the first place.

Inside was even more trash than outside, but it looked like someone had attempted to clean up in here. There was still lots of graffiti, which I appreciated.

I found some old car tires and rolled them around a bit. There was an office chair, I put that inside an old car that no longer had proper seats, windows or a roof. I read the graffiti on the walls. I scribbled some stuff on there myself. I kicked a few bottles around.

It was amazing.

After about two hours I decided to sit down for a moment. I lit a cigarette and gladly took a drag off of it. It was great. I tried not to smoke that much, but recently I hadn't really cared as much anymore.

I finished it up soon and decided to light another one. What's there to lose?

My lungs. But screw that. I'm willing to risk it.

Suddenly, I heard another vehicle outside. I identified it as another motorcycle, but I wasn't sure which one. It sounded loud enough for a Harley, but it could've very well been something different.

There was silence for a moment- the guy probably parked their bike- before I heard footsteps coming closer to the building.

I stood up, not fully sure what I'd do next. I just hoped it was a normal guy. If it was someone crazy, however... well, I carry a pocket knife with myself just in case.

A shadow appeared in the doorway before I saw the actual dude. They looked tall, and fairly lanky.

Wait.

That sounds familiar.

The guy looked around to see who'd broken into their little house. In a few moments their eyes laid on me. After a few seconds of staring their face broke into a grin.

"Hey Frank! Good to see you man."

I sighed in relief. "Hey Kobra, it's nice to see you."

He walked up to me. "Can I have a cigarette?"

"Sure."

I gave him one. He lit it and sighed happily. "Thanks dude. Have you been here before?"

I shook my head. "Nope, I don't think so anyway. I saw it yesterday when I drove to the Diner with Poison and it looked interesting so I came back."

He nodded. "Yeah, this place is great. Gee comes here all the time- most of the graffiti you see is by them, actually. Pony joins them often, they hang out here a lot. I come here to think."

"That's rad, I had a similar place near my childhood home, too."

"For real? Where are you from?"

"Belleville, New Jersey."

"No way."

"What, why not?"

"Party is too. We moved right after so I was born here, but they were originally born there. Or was it some other town? I don't know."

"Really?" and just when I thought Party couldn't get any more amazing. "Hell yeah. I love that place."

"They liked it too. Sounds like a bonding moment for you two."

"Absolutely."

We sat in silence for a few minutes after that, just enjoying the cigarettes. I was happy to have Mikey join me. I didn't know the kid that well yet, but he was fun to have around. I would've loved to hang out with him more.

"Hey, wanna go back home with me?" Kobra spoke up in a bit.

"Home?"

He rolled his eyes. "The Diner, obviously. Wanna go there with me? I have nothing to do."

"Yeah, I'd love that. I have nothing to do myself either."

"Alright," he stood up. "Let's go then?"

I stood up as well. "Let's go."

author's note
hey!! i hope you guys like this:D there's not much to say about this one, but it was fun to write!! i hope to update twice next week (or more, who knows) since i have a week long break from school right now
that's it!! again i hope you liked it
-alex