Frerard Oneshots

These Violent Delights (Part 2)

Gerard's P.O.V.

As I began my journey down the long hallway and towards the tile stairs, I could already hear the loud music playing from below. My parents had decided to rent a big symphony to play all night. Why they wanted to do that, I have no idea.

I was getting so nervous about having to be social. In a big house like this, people would be everywhere. My mind was yelling at me to turn around but something in my heart told me otherwise.

And I always go with my heart, so.

As I finally reached the bottom of the large tile staircase, I froze with wide eyes. I looked around frantically and saw no one that I even partially knew. But I guess since it was my parents get together, that everyone would most likely be in their late 40's or so.

I'm only 19..big age gap here.

I shrugged off the thought and tried once more to walk through the very large crowd. It was too clustered so I just ended up walking close to the walls, hoping to find someone I knew.

Nope, nobody.

When I finally got around the large crowd, my feet were hurting. So I decided I would go find somewhere to sit. There was no question that I would find one, seeing how mother buys a new couch every week.

I ended up sitting in the back of the room on the large sofa my parents had ordered from Europe. It seated 5 people pretty well. It was coated with a rather ugly rose petal design all over it. Nobody liked it at all, not even my parents.

Then why the fuck did they buy the stupid piece of shit?

The world may never know.

My parents are the kind of people who buy things that they think OTHER people will like. The entire house is filled with pictures and tapestries and little trinkets that are all different. Every time my mother walks past them she would just turn up her nose like she hates them all. But never takes them down. She's a strange woman that's for sure.

While I was sitting on this blasted couch, I began looking around at everyone. I like to basically observe everyone from afar. I tend to do this when I'm too nervous to actually socialize. When I was looking around, my eyes drifted towards the basement door. That's when I saw him and everything just froze.

Frank's P.O.V.

We were still huddled outside the back entrance when I started freaking out. I started having an anxiety attack right there of all places.

"Dude you've gotta calm down!" One of the guys said to me. I couldn't hear them very well. I was just trying to calm my breathing down. That was when Dewees had thought it was a good idea to slap me in the face, making me fall down. I locked eyes with him from the ground, wanting so much to just curse the bastard out. But I knew we had a job to do.

I just looked around and quickly got to my feet once more. After an awkward look around we finally got ready to go inside. Dewees picked at the Windows lock and slowly/carefully lifted it up. We passed through it one by one pretty skillfully.

I tried my absolute hardest to hold my breathe. I was so scared that I was going to be the one who got caught and everyone else would leave me to get arrested. That had happened before, thanks to Dewees of course.

I was the last person in before him. We all turned towards each other basically giving us all the "can't go back now" face. Dewees signaled for us to start going up the stairs. I could hardly breathe at this point.

But of course, He had picked me to go first. That bastard. As my heart beating super fast in my chest, I climbed the mountain of stairs. They were huge.

I turned around and they were all behind me ready to go in. They were just staring at me as if to say, "just go. Keep moving." I took another step and slowly grabbed the door handle.

With a few clicks and a creaking sound, it opened. I peered inside and found that we weren't being noticed, thankfully. We had ended up close to the back door. Nobody was looking at us. Thank God.

We all ventured inside and tried our best to look normal. That was until I looked around and locked eyes with an attractive young boy sitting on a rather ugly rose petaled couch. He just stared at me with shocked eyes. I was frozen in place making everyone else hit be from behind.

"Fuck."

Hope you guys enjoyed this rather short chapter. -Aly