The World is Ugly

I need coffee

Authors note:
I think I'm gonna swap the pov from Gerard to Frank each chapter, but I'll let you know anyway. This chapters really sucky and short asf as it's getting the plot done and everything but I'll make the next ones better I promise. Leave a like/comment if you wantt.

Ly ~Bethh x

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*Gerard's POV*

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"Gerard."

The sound was burning my ears, and I wanted nothing but that voice to just leave. I was enjoying my dream.

"Gerard," The voice was more persistent this time, but I wasn't giving in just yet.

"Gerard you need to get up." Still I fought to get back to the peace of my sleep, but my younger brother wasn't having that. Suddenly I felt a hard swing to my head. Yeah it was a pillow but it didn't stop it from being a hard hit.

"Piss off Mikey." I grumbled, the light seeping through my eyelids. Too late- i can never drift off again after seeing any kind of light. So much for going back to sleep.

"Oh so he does live, " Mikey replied smugly, hitting me yet again with the pillow. God was I getting him back later.

I simply sighed and rubbed at my face. It'd gone numb from the position I was sleeping in, and I could feel an indented pattern of a line where I'd slept on my headphones, adding to the mess of a state I was in. I yawn and wipe the sleep from my eyes before finally looking up at him.

"What the fuck do you want? It's Saturday morning for crying out loud." I groan, wondering what possibly my annoying younger brother could feel the need to bug me with this time. Even at 15 he was an annoying litter fucker.

"We're going out, remember? To the park with Ray." He said simply. I sit up, massaging my back from the aching pain. At school yesterday Ray had greeted me from behind by jumping on my back. I hadn't expected it, and well, Ray is a full-grown 17 year old man, and now I've pulled some shit in my shoulder. I mean i get hurt enough from my clumsiness-he doesn't have to enforce any more pain onto me.

"Yeah, not till the middle of the afternoon though. You said we'll meet at 1:30. What's the time now?"

"10 past 1." He said matter of factly. I just groaned in reply, of course the stupid little shit would give me like 10 minutes to get dressed.

"What's your obsession with Ray right now anyway?" I smirk. "Have a crush on him or something?"

Mikey scowls sarcastically. "Nah, you're the only bent one here, remember Gerard?" He returns my smirk and I blush on my bed. I wasn't technically 'out' to anyone yet, but Mikey had accidentally caught me and this guy Bert fooling around in bed last year when I thought we were home alone. Mikey was cool about it though, and had made a deal not to tell anyone as long as he doesn't walk in on any of it again, which I gladly accepted.

"Ugh, but anyway, can't we just ditch him? I can't be arsed to go out today." I scratch my head and yawn.

"Geeee, come on you can't keep ditching him like this, you both wanna get this band sorted anyway."

He had a point. Me and Ray have been dying to start a band for ages, but we keep losing members for some reason... (not that I hooked up with them all and never spoke to them again...never...)

Despite my protests, I sigh again and slowly get up out of bed, my head all dizzy from the head rush and making me stumble back onto my bed. Damn physics and gravity shit.

Mikey just chuckles and chucks me some black skinny jeans. I was only in my boxers and an old Misfits tee that's too big for me. Mikey was used to my sloppiness though, so I wasnt really embarassed. I pull on the way-too-tight jeans and push Mikey out of my room so I can sort myself out properly in peace. I remove the baggy shirt and put on a cleanish Smiths tee instead, and then apply a small bit of eyeliner and leave my room. Our mum's been out the past week, and I've no idea when she'lll be back. Me and Mikes are just making the most of it.

I make my way downstairs, and Mikey's waiting by the door.

"Can't you hurry up, you're taking forever." He groans.

"I have no effort to argue this early in the morning Mikey, just leave me be." Mikey mumbles something about it being the afternoon, but I just ignore him and make my way to the kitchen.

"Wh- Gerard we're gonna be late as it is, what the hell are you doing now?"

He was getting annoyed but I didn't care. I simply stated;

"I need coffee.." and started boiling the kettle. He scowls mockingly and walks over to me.

"Chill, just tell Ray we'll be a little late" I say, licking my lips at the hot beverage before me.

"Gerard fucking Way you will be the death of me" he says, and I grin, poring him a cup also. "Cheers little Bro, " I say, chuckling, spilling my coffee down my shirt as I do so.

"Cheers you bloody 4 year old" He replies, laughing.