The Sharpest Lives. (on hold.)

Blood

Okay well, my plan of one chapter a week has failed, more than epically.. I'm finding myself wondering what happens next just as much as someone reading it. Haha. I'm just making this up now as I go, so wherever it goes interests me. Erm. Thanks for reading, Vote, Comment, Show PeopleD:< Hehe.x3

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The car stops, and I peer out at their house, it's not big, but it looks nice. I sigh, and push open the door, after seeing Gerard punch Mikey to get his attention, to say we're there. Mikey rushes into the house, getting in first, even though he got out last.

As we entered the house, Gerard caught my attention from the loud music I heard Mikey blaring, "So I guess we should get your nose bandaged?"

Damn. I completely forgot about my nose, I mean, it had stopped bleeding, and I wiped off the blood with my sleeve already.

"Uh, yeah, probably.."

"Well then, follow me.." He said, and began leading me back to a bathroom. A few moments later, he wandered back in, holding a clear bottle, and cotton balls. Oh, fuck, no.

"What's that for?" I quickly intervined, before he had a chance to come any closer.

"To clean the cut on your nose,"

What cut? There was a cut too? "Oh..well, I don't like that shit," I gestured toward the bottle in his hand.

"It won't be too bad," he began, "I promise."

I sighed, dejectively, "Okay. I guess."

He slowly turned the lid, pulling it off, and dampened the cotton with the alchohol. He pushed my head slightly to the side, to get a better view of the wound. "This might sting a bit.." I cringed, as he pressed it to my nose. He pulled back, "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, hurts."

"Mmkay. Well, we're done with that now, anyways."

He twisted the lid back onto its container, and swiped back over the cut with cool water. Afterwards, he bandaged my nose, and gave me ice, to help the swelling go down. Mikey walked out of his room as we finished up.

"It's about time for school to get out, you guys," Mikey tells us.

Gerard turns to me, "Well, should we get you home, or can you still hang around some?"

"I could stay, I usually don't go home until it's kinda late. Sure your parents won't care?"

Mikey looks at Gerard, almost curious about his response. "Uh, we don't live with our parents. I guess I'm kinda like Mikey's parent..he came with me when I moved out."

"Oh. Well, atleast you don't have people nagging you all the time. I can hardly play guitar without a sound complaint," I muse.

"That's gay. I like the sound, Mikey's always practicing his bass," Gerard says, and motions for me to sit with him and Mikey.

Mikey adds, "You should totally come play with me sometime, I bet I could convince Gee to-" Gerard cuts him off.

"I'm not gonna sing."

So Gerard sings. I wonder what his voice is like..before I think about it, I ask, "If you sing, do you write lyrics?"

"Yeah, he does, they're really good." Mikey says, recieving a glare from his brother, "Gee's just shy. 'S all."

After that Gerard went down to the basement, leaving Mikey and I to hang out. I stayed for a couple hours, then walked home, realizing he wasn't coming back up. Why would Gerard be so shy about singing?