Crash Queens and Motor Babies

Ieroween (pt. 2)

"Alright, I feel better." Gerard said and shook his right hand. The one he had just slapped me with with so much force I fell on my butt.

"Owww!" I yelled and held my cheek with both of my hands. I looked up at him and saw him frowning slightly. "Fine, fine. Don't appreciate that at all, but whatever... Do you forgive me?"

He shrugged and held his hand out to me. I took it and he helped me up. There were no more tears in his eyes, but I could still see that there was a bit of pain in them.

"Gerard, I know you're not okay. Please know that you're the only one I care about. You're the only one I- ah," I yelped and held my sore butt. "The only one I need. I care about you so much, Gerard, you don't even know."

Gerard shook his head. "No. That's where you are wrong, Frank." He walked up to me and caressed the side of my face he didn't just slap. "I do know, and that's why it hurt me."

"I'm sorry." I said and hugged him, receiving a hug back this time. My hands over his neck and his around my waist. Both of our faces were snuggled into the each others hair.

"I'm sorry for smacking you." He muffled into my hair.

I sighed. "Fucking hurt."

"I know."

"Ass."

"Oh," he said and pulled apart but still had his hands around my waist. "How's yours by the way?"

"Shut up. That's why you're not getting any tonight." He started pouting and rested his forehead on mine.

"But then I can't give you your surprise."

"What surprise?" He got closer to me and swayed his hips. I let out a little gasp as he rubbed past my crotch.

"Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

I cleared my throat as he continued to sway his hips against me. "Well, you're making it pretty obvious right now."

"Hmm, I didn't think so. Maybe this," he thrusted me and I gasped. "Isn't what the surprise is."

I looked up at him with a confused look and he smiled. He let go of me.

"You want to head out?"

I looked around. "Um, sure. Do you want to drive or-"

"I'll drive. You go say goodbye to Ryan and Brendon while I start the car."

I nodded and tossed Gerard the keys. I knew that Ryan wanted to me so i didn't hesitate when he asked me. I opened the door and re-entered the house that was now filled with fog. God, Ryan went all out this year. I started walking, more like limping, around the house. I couldn't see Patrick or Ray or Ryan anywhere. I kept looking around and a I finally saw a guy with a feathery mask walk pass me a few feet away. I followed the guy all the way to the kitchen where he stopped in front of the bar tender.

"Ryan?" I asked.

The guy turned around and took off the mask. The guy guy wasn't Ryan, though. It was Brendon.

"Hey Frank! Happy birthday man!"

I smiled and he wrapped me up into a hug. I started laughing and he joined in.

"So, looking for Ryan, are you?" Brendon asked when we pulled apart.

I nodded my head. "Yeah. Do you know where he is?"

"Uh-huh. He's dancing in the living room."

I frowned and bit my lip.

"Um, can you go get him for me?"