Our Chemical Direction

Chapter 12: Release

{Thorn's POV}

"I have good news! You three are going to be released today, right after we check up on your basic health." the doctor smiled. We all high fived.

I was first to be looked over, probably because I was the first one here. Then it was Louis, and Gerard was last.

"Alright, you guys seem to be good, except Thorn." he announced. I held my breath. "Don't worry, its nothing too bad. You just have an elevated dyastolic blood pressure." he chuckled. I knew what that meant.

'No stress, no heavy lifting, stay in bed'. But I wanna socialize. I wanna hang out with all of the boys and drive with whomever to get us pizza. I don't want anyone worried about me when I get back. I mean, sure, they'd worry at first, but this would make it harder to get them to drop it.

"Alright, how high?" I asked. "Not dangerously high, it's only 88. Its probably a cause of too much sodium. Just cut down on sodium, smoking, and stress." he told me. I nodded and sat down. "So, no medicine?"

"No medicine." he repeated. I smiled and started walking towards the door. "Come on, guys. I've been here far too long." I urged. They laughed and followed me to the receptionist. We took care of information and walked to Louis' car. "Shit." he muttered. It was keyed. I started laughing, almost crying at how bad it was. There was a huge penis scratched into his car, but all 4 tires were filled with air.

"Maybe. It was. Dumb kids. Being careless. Or else your tires. Would be flat." I squeezed in between laughs. Louis rolled his eyes at my immaturity and opened the driver's side. I was still getting used to the whole 'passenger on the left' thing.

"Come on, Americans. Get in. You act like its such a weird thing." he laughed. I shoved him lightly. "That's because it is. Didn't you learn as a kid to stay on the right? Like not driving, but walking in hallways or in public?" I asked. He nodded his head no. "I was taught to stay to the left." he chided.

I sat silent, and thought about how different our customs are. "When were you first allowed to- no wait, guns are outlawed here. When a lady walks near a puddle, what do you do?" I asked. "Uh.. carry her over it?" he said it like a question. "Uh... no? I'm pretty sure that bitch can walk around and or step over the puddle. Especially if you can, stubby legs." I giggled.

Louis looked at me, offended. "I'm still taller than you!" he argued. "By, like, an inch. Plus, you're supposed to be taller than me." I scoffed. He rolled his eyes and continued driving.

It only took us 2 hours to get home. (I say that sarcastically).

"Hey, guys!" Mikey greeted. "Ugh, I have jet lag." I joked, slamming onto the couch. The other two did the same, groaning. "You guys didn't even go on a plane." he pointed out the obvious. "I was just kidding. I'm actually excited to go out and have some fun!" I chirped.

Gerard laughed. "Um, no. I don't want you out late. At all. I also don't want you in town." he chuckled. I was about to argue when I thought better of it. "Alright, fine. I'll just stay here, with Louis, and try to keep quiet." I raised an eyebrow. His nostrils flared out.

"Mikey, spend the night with Louis. Make sure they don't do anything." he ordered. Mikey nodded, accepting the command.
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"Why'd you have to do that? Now we can't hang out tonight." Louis pouted. "Sorry, I thought it would get me somewhere. But, Mikey is normally out by 2, sometimes 1. We can hang out after that." I offered. "Alright, fine. What're you gonna do in the mean time?" he asked.

"I think I'll hang out with some old friends."
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"Hey, guys!" I greeted both of them. "Mind getting me through? I'm not exactly popular enough to be on the list." I batted my eyelashes. "You need to get a better job, little one." Danny joked. I rolled my eyes and punched his shoulder. "My job is just fine."