Devil's Work (Frerard / Priest!Gerard)

Nineteen

Nineteen

I didn't sleep much that night. I kept tossing and turning and thinking over how I could ask Oli for Dewees number without causing a fuss or attention. 

I tried to cheer myself up my thinking about how I could handle myself in most situations. Sure, I was in shit, but i'd deal with it. I'd find a way to wriggle free and get out of it and I'd do so without pissing myself in the process. I'd dealt with a lot in the past and I couldn't let some druggie who I didn't know the first thing about make me hide away. 

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, only to awoken a few hours later by my alarm clock blaring Queens Of The Stone Age into the room. I normally went to bed late anyway, but as I'd found it harder to drift off the night before I was especially cranky with James at breakfast. He kept going on to Ray about how he'd make an excellent lawyer, or even banker like himself, when he was older. Which would have been nice if Ray had wanted to have that career. I, however, knew for a fact that Ray wanted the opposite of that, and in the end I had enough of Ray just nodding along and listening and snapped. 

"Has it ever occurred to you that children are not clones of their parents?" I asked as I placed down my empty bowl and cup on the side, sending him a glare that he quickly matched. "You know, sometimes kids have their own opinions and wishes on what they want to do for a living." Ray sent me a look that seemed to be a mixture of gratitude and what-the-hell-did-you-just-start. 

"Well yes" James raised an eyebrow "I mean, your parents aren't juvenile delinquents, they have respectable careers." 

"Take that back" I took a step towards him, my eyes probably flashing red from the way my blood was boiling "Take that the fuck back. Don't turn this around and make it about me. Your perfect son dosen't want to follow in your footsteps forever, that's what this is about. Give him some space to be his own person, for fucks sake." 

"And what would you know? Unless you grow up, you won't even have the option of having a decent career. Don't preach about things you don't understand" he was patronising me on purpose, and I hated it. Part of me just wanted to go over and punch him right in his smug little face, but somehow I managed to find some sort of self-restraint within me, probably because I knew I had bigger problems than that prick. Instead I just stepped towards him, fists balled at my sides, and gave him my signature response. 

"Fuck you" I spat in his face, quite literally, and then stormed out the room, throwing on my beaten, second hand leather jacket on and grabbing my bag. Then I was out the door and down the driveway before he could even wipe my saliva off his face. 

It was in music that I managed to get some time alone with Oli. Kellin had gone to find some better amp cables, meaning it was just me and him in the practice room. 

"Hey, i've been meaning to ask you" I started, sitting down against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest "That Dewees guy from the party the other week, you don't happen to have his number do you?" 

"And why would you wan't that?" He teased, raising an eyebrow "And there I was thinking you weren't in to him." 

"I'm not I just need to ask him about this type of amp he recommended to me, only I was too drunk to remember the name and I could really do with a new one-" I started to ramble on, trying to add to my excuse when he didn't buy it but only making it look less believable. 

"Frank, save it" He pulled out his phone "I'm texting it to you know. Just don't turn into one of those irritatingly lovestruck couples. We all already have to deal with kellin and Vic as it is, we don't need that shoved in our face too." There was hint of bitterness in his tone that I don't think came just from seeing Vic and Kellin together. I remembered what Chantal had said about how Oli was in love with that Hannah girl, and yet he wasn't sure if she felt the same. No wonder he didn't like spending time around couples.