Just a Kiss - Gerard Way

Just a Kiss

CHARLIE

My back is to the wall as I take everything in. I scowl at everyone around me, their overly rambunctious behavior making me wish I was home. Loud men are swarmed around the beer pong table, their arms either loosely draped over a woman's shoulders or perfecting their shot. They knock back drinks out of filthy cups like they need them to live.

Not to mention the group of men at the keg, all of them taking turns doing keg stands to impress God knows who. I've watched one single girl do it, her boyfriend purposefully letting go of her shirt as he promised to hold it up for her. I felt bad for her, immediately looking away until she was standing back up straight. Some men were just simply disgusting pigs, and she unfortunately was with one.

The first floor of this house was crowded to all hell, with barely enough room to stand by yourself. I had been shoulder-checked countless times as I made my way to this pathetic spot. I had gone straight to the kitchen when I got here just ten minutes ago, looking for anything I could drink that didn't come from a suspicious source. I settled for a beer, scoring when I found a cooler full of cans.

I'd rather be dead than walk up to that keg.

As I sip my drink, I desperately search for my friends. I'm only here for them after all. Frank had practically begged me to come out for once and now he wasn't even around. I didn't know any of these people. I had been at NYU for two months now and this was my first party. What a fucking dream.

If I could just spot Ray's heap of curls through this tight-knit crowd, I'd make it, but my 5'3" stature has never ceased to fail me. I was praying to God that I didn't see Mikey because that would mean Gerard is lurking around here, but at this point, I would take anything. Frank promised me Gerard wouldn't be here, so I wasn't too stressed, but I was getting closer and closer to chugging this beer and leaving the more I sat against this wall.

I stood up on my tiptoes, desperately trying to peer over the endless rows of people. Even with my platform Docs, I was still too short. I huff out a breath before pulling out my phone. I text Frank back to back, ripping him apart for not answering while simultaneously begging him to answer.

Frank

Frank

Frank

Frank, seriously, where are you?

I've been here for almost 15 minutes and I've stolen a beer.

Please, I am dying.

I'll go home, don't think I won't.

You're such an ass.

PLEASE

I'm only texting you this much to look busy on my phone, I won't stop.

I will fucking die before I let anyone think I am out of place.

For the love of God

Where are you??!! 911!!!

I groan before looking up, my phone resting in my hand as I bring the beer to my lips and take a huge swig. My fingers are tapping the can aimlessly as I rest it by my side, looking around the room once again in desperation. I was typically very good at being on my own, housing an independence that made people leave me alone. Tonight, though, I was very out of my element. The nerves coursing through me were eating me alive.

I check my phone, knowing it hadn't vibrated in my hand, but I was praying anyway. I slip it into the back pocket of my jean shorts before slipping out of my spot to get another drink. I weave through the crowd, trying to avoid the eyes of everyone. I squeeze through groups of people, my eyes trained on the kitchen. After the battle with the crowd, I finally inhale a deep breath once I'm in the kitchen with fewer people.