Accidentally in Love

Chapter 1 Garage Band

Gerard's P.O.V.
"'No! No! No!" He screams at me as he throws the microphone down. "You flipping idiot. You're supposed to play a high A, not G. Ugh you're so stupid"
"Hey, Frank, just chill out. It's not that big of a deal, just a song. Give the guy a break, okay?" Brendon defends me.
"Whatever" Frank says as he rolls his eyes. "Just teach the faggot how to play. It's not that hard."
Brendon looks at me and mouths 'Ignore him'. The song starts again and Frank starts singing. I mean, this is how band practice is everyday. Frank being a jerk to me, Brendon defending me and then Ryan just staying out of it. It's how it's always been. So I am pretty used to it. As the song finishes I get screamed at again on how I messed the whole thing up, with my terrible singing and playing. But, today is different, I am tired of being yelled at. I set down the bass and zip up my jacket. I am leaving. I grab the bass that Mikey is letting me use and walk out of the garage. I call Mikey, asking for a ride.
"Hey Gee, what's up?" He says, in a peppy tone.
"Can you get mom to come pick me up?" I ask.
"Gerard, I can't... She's drunk." The peppy tone fades into an aggravated, sad voice. I don't get angry, hardly ever, but for some reason- maybe having a bad day- when he said that, I snapped.
"Well that's just freaking great!! What a surprise! Mom drinking!"I said in a crazed sarcastic tone. My face turns beat red and I begin to cry. I hang up the phone and throw it into the street. I turn around and stumble to the grass, where I set Mikey's bass. Then, I collapse and sob. Then, I feel someone give me a hug.
"Hey man, calm down. It's okay" they say. I glance over to see Brendon kneeling down next to me. "Ignore Frank, he's the faggot, not you." A little smirk forms on his face as he helps me to my feet. I nod as I wipe the tears from my face.
"Thanks Brendon."I sniffle.
"I'm sorry Gerard, I have to go back inside, you know how Frank is."
I nod and he gives me a quick hug before dashing inside. I walk out into the street and pick up my now-cracked phone. I pull up contacts and scroll down to Aunt Helena. I decide to call her.
"Hey Gerard, what's up? Everything okay?" She asks. Her voice is so soft and calming.
"I'm sorry. Can you please come pick me up, mom is drunk. I'm over at Brendon's house."I ask, full of guilt.
"No problem. I will be there in a few minutes."
"Thank you so much." I say my voice cracking a little. I can feel the tears start to form in my eyes. I hurry and tell her I love her, then end the call before she hears me cry.
I stand outside for about 15 minutes. Then, her car finally pulls up. I grab Mikey's bass and hop in the car. We have a silent ride home. When she pulls up to my house I thank her and drag my feet to the front door.
When I go inside all hell breaks loose. Mom is screaming at Mikey who is screaming at mom's boyfriend who is screaming at me.
"Oh there's the fag of the house!"Mom's boyfriend yells
"Shut up! He isn't a faggot! You need to grow up and realise the world doesn't revolve around you and your thoughts! There's nothing wrong with being gay!"Mikey screams at him.
"Mikey! Don't talk to him like that, show some respect!" Mom yells at Mikey, her speech slurred from the liquor.
"Everybody shut up!! I don't want to hear it!" I scream. Everyone stops yelling and looks at me. I'm a mess. Red face, tears streaming, fists clenched. I storm downstairs to my room and slam the door behind me, after I set Mikey's bass right outside.
I plop on my bed and start sobbing. I don't want to come out of my room ever. I want to stay locked away forever...