Gerard had decided to go stay with Pete and Mikey for a week with the twins.
Lucy and Lucas didn't wanna leave his side, and Gerard was planning on going alone so he could sneak out and drink.
But he could do that when they fell asleep. If he could find a 24 hour bar.
Sadly though, to Gerard, Mikey said he was going to keep a very close eye on him so he wouldn't go out and drink.
"No, Gee. I'm not letting you go out when the kids are asleep, what would I tell mom if you fucking died? Huh? If you got mugged on the way back? Oh yeah, I let Gerard go out and drink because he and Frank fought and kicked each others asses?" Mikey snapped.
"I'm not gonna get mugged, Mikey! Stop saying that!" Gerard cried, "I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself, and for the love of God, I'm the older brother here, and I'm not gonna let my kid brother tell me what the fuck I can and can't do when he doesn't even have his own life sorted out!" He spit, then left Mikey standing there in shock.
*
After a few hours- not even going to a bar; of walking aimlessly around the local park I eventually sat on one of the swings at a playground nearby where I was walking.
"I really fucked up." I groan and rub my hands over my face tiredly. I needed to apologize to Mikey, then Frank.
"Need a smoke?" Someone from beside me asks, I jump at first, then look up. "Shit! Pete you scared me!" I shout, gripping my chest. He chuckles, "My bad bro." He said and sat down in the swing beside me.
"You do need to apologize to Mikey and Frank though." Pete said, handing me a cigarette and a lighter. "Thanks," I mumble, "I know I do. I will tomorrow. Maybe tonight. I don't think Frank would like it if I showed up at three a.m. though." I laugh bitterly.
"I don't think he'll mind. Mikey's with the kids. C'mon, I'll drive you and- like, wait downstairs because I get the creeps while driving at night." Pete laughed, I sniffled and lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before nodding.
"Alright, let's go then." I mumble, standing up. Pete stands up too, walking me to his car in silence. "I hope he'll forgive me." I sigh when we climb into the car.
The drive was quiet, the only noise was the faint sound of the engine and I could make out the words of a David Bowie song. That cheered me up a little, at least. And calmed my nerves.
After what seemed like two hours, we reached my house in fifteen minutes.
Quietly, I unlocked the front door and crept in, Pete right behind me. But he doesn't follow me upstairs, instead makes his way to the kitchen. I chuckle and roll my eyes as I step quietly past... Discarded clothes?
I grit my teeth and stomp into the bedroom, slamming the door against the wall, expecting to see someone else in bed with Frank.
But it was just him, curled up tightly in the bed, covers balled up in a tight fist.
A small breath of relief puffs out of my chest as I walk over, shaking him slightly.
He rolls over and groans, "Stop it sweatpea.." He grunts, I frown. "Who the hell is Sweetpea?" I snap, Frank shoots up.
"Shit." He mumbles.
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