All We Are Is Bullets// g.w. a.u. (✔)

We're Not Working Out

"That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest," I sang while Ray and Frank were playing guitar and Mikey was playing bass. "And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence? And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now!"

Frank, Ray, and my brother kept playing but I stopped singing as soon as I noticed the time. Slowly, they all stopped playing. "What is it?" Ray asked as I went to the recliner to grab my leather jacket from where I had draped it over. I put it on and turned to him.

"I gotta go," I said. "I'm going to take Kristen to the movies as a surprise tonight at 7:00. It's 6:24."

"Gee," Frank said, taking his guitar off from around his small body. "I don't think Kristen loves you."

"Frank," I said with a slight sigh. "would you please stop?"

"I'm just saying, dude. I don't want you getting hurt."

"She would never do anything like that, Frank. Quit worrying about me."

Mikey and Ray proceeded to turn off their amplifiers and put their string instruments away. Frank did the same. Ray was finished first and I gave him a hug. "I'll see you guys later," I said to all of them. Then I hugged Mikey and Frank.

I said goodbye to them again and walked out of Ray's house. I was in my car and about to drive off when Frank ran out of the house. I rolled down the window and he ran up to me.

"I think I forgot my black pants at your apartment."

"Your skinny jeans?" I asked with a giggle.

"They aren't skinny jeans!" he shouted. "They're just slimmer jeans for gu-"

"Wait," I interjected. "why are your pants at my apartment?"

"Remember last month when I had to stay at your place for the night? I took off my pants and forgot to put them in my bag the next morning. You or Kristen might've picked them up and washed them. It'll be great if they were washed actually. I'm going to a nightclub tonight and would like to wear them."

I sighed. "Okay, you can come over and you can look for them. Just be nice to Kristen."

He groaned as he opened up the passenger side door. "I just won't speak to her."

The drive over there was quick; three minutes in total. Once I parked on the side of the street, Frank and I got out and made our way up to the apartment I owned with my girlfriend Kristen. I opened the door and heard a noise.

I looked at Frank and he looked at me. He heard it too.

Moans. Coming from the bedroom we shared. I slowly started walking towards the bedroom, afraid that if I walked too fast then the noise would stop.

Frank was walking just as slow behind me. I slowly approached the door and put my hand on the knob. Whoever it was was still having a fun time. I twisted left and opened the door slowly.

That's when they stopped.

The door was still closed enough to where I couldn't see who was in here. I'm not really sure if I want to know who's in here.

That's when Kristen appeared. Her hair was slightly frizzy and her face was red. She was wearing a white tank top and black gym shorts. "Gerard! What are you doing here?" she said with a cheery smile. Kristen looked over at Frank and her smile faltered. I could just picture the look he was giving her right now.

"I was going to take you to the movies tonight. I left practice early so I could."

"You said you'd be gone until seven, though."

"I know," I said, feeling more worried by the second. "I left band practice early. I was going to take you to the movies tonight as a surprise."

"Oh, well that's very kind," she said.

I looked at her and she looked at me. "So. . . what were you doing?"

She laughed nervously. "What? Who, me? Nothing, Gerard. I wasn't doing anything."

"Oh, really? 'Cause I could've sworn I heard you. . . having fun."

"No, Gerard. I wasn't. Trust me."

That's when someone fell out of the closet.

A guy.

"What the fuck?" I said, storming past Kristen. Kristen followed me in. I looked at the half-naked guy sprawled out of my floor. He had an erection and he looked very uncomfortable.

"It's not what it looks like, Gerard. I swear!" Kristen told me.

The guy looked up at me. "She told me she was single. She told me that her brother was staying with her but he was out with his band until seven. I swear to God, man."

I looked at the guy, then at Frank, then at Kristen.

I balled up my fists and glared at her. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" I screamed. I started walking towards her but Frank came in the room and held me back. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me, Kristen? I trusted you. I loved you. And you do this?" I shouted at her. Frank was still holding me back and I started crying. The guy got off the floor and walked into the living room where Kristen had walked off to.

"Don't ever fucking call me again, you slut," I heard him say before he walked out. I held on to Frank as I let small tears escape. It was around four minutes later when I wiped my eyes and looked at Frank.

"Let's get out of here," I said. We walked in front of Kristen on the way out and Frank looked at her.

"You're a bitch. You're a bitch and a slut and I never liked you. You never deserved Gerard."

He walked out after.

Kristen looked at me. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah. I'm going to come by for my stuff tonight."

"Alright."

I started to walk towards the front door but I stopped and turned around to face her. "And just so you know, Frank's totally right."