What's The Worst That I Could Say?

Chapter 10- The third flashback...

Four years ago...

"Surprise!" I was startled by a chorus of yells. "Happy birthday!" 

Bright banners were hung across the room, my name and the words 'happy birthday' and the letter 14 painted across them. There were fairy lights almost covering every surface too, and over in the corner of the room was a large table with lots of party food, neatly arranged on fancy looking plates. Music was playing from my mom's stereo, and there were balloons everywhere.  My dark, gloomy basement had been transformed into something freaking amazing...

"Oh my God!" I cried. Gerard grinned from beside me, and playfully nudged me.

"I told you you'd have a good time, didn't I?" He smiled. I flung my arms around him, and he hugged me back as I whispered into his ear.

"You're my best-est friend in the entire world, dude...thank you!" I squeezed him. He pulled away and playfully rolled his eyes.

"Aw, thanks, but I can't take all of the credit. I mean, Bob and Ray helped too, and so did Mikes and his friend Frankie,"

I nodded eagerly. "Of course!" I turned to them all and one at a time hugged them all. "Thanks guys, this is the best..." I beamed at them.

Ray grinned back at me. "It's the least we could do,"

Bob agreed. "Yeah, and we couldn't let our friend be a loner on her birthday, right?"

I was about to reply, when something tiny jumped up onto my back, almost knocking us both over in the process. Mikey's tiny friend who we'd all grown used to, Frankie, squealed in my ear.

"Happy birthday, Helena!" 

I laughed. "Thanks, Frankie!" Letting him cling hold of my back and remain there.

"Although we were all in on it, Gerard mainly came up with the idea. He has the hots for y-" Mikey began, grinning at me, but was cut off in mid sentence as Gerard had clamped his hand over his little brother's mouth.

"Okay," He nervously laughed. "How about we kick start this thing?" 

Frankie whooped loudly, throwing his arms in the air. I managed to not let him fall back, holding tightly onto his small legs which were on the side of my waist.

"Yeaaaaah! Let's get this party started!" The small ten year old screamed. We all cheered with agreement, and Bob switched the stereo onto Blink-182. 

A few hours later, we heard the doorbell ring. Well, I did, the guys were downstairs dancing like freaking maniacs while I visited the bathroom. I frowned to myself, confused. Had the guys ordered a random pizza or something? I mean, we'd all already eaten...they can't have been more hungry, could they? I headed towards the front door and swung it open, to be met by Andrea, the girls and Dean Richards. 

"Oh!" I looked at them all shocked. "What are you all doing here?"

Andrea rolled her eyes, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The party? You invited us, remember?"

"Yeah, but...you all said you c-" I began, but she cut me off. 

"Yeah, we know, but we decided we'd show. So," She began, pushing passed me. I tried to protest, but the others followed suit so I had no choice but to just quietly shut the door and let her continue speaking. "Where's the party?"

"In the basement," I replied softly. She strutted off towards the direction of the basement where the music was booming out from, and Stephanie, Beth, Victoria and Laura trotted off behind her, leaving Dean and I standing there. He grinned at me, taking out a bottle of what looked to be vodka from his jacket. I watched with horror as he took a large swig from it.