After school on Friday, I went straight to Joe's place to get ready for the party. Because of the party, I couldn't stay at Gerard's house as I normally would on a Friday evening, so I was just going to go to his place on Saturday. He was, as far as I was concerned, completely fine with it, but I couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty.
"So, you're sure it's okay?" I asked for a thousandth time, holding my phone between my shoulder and my ear as I slid my tight jeans over my thighs. Gerard laughed.
"Yes, I'm fine. Mikes is here, I'll just hang out with him. It'll be cool." Gerard replied. I heard something like the click of a bottle cap and froze, jeans halfway up my legs.
"Are you drinking?" I demanded. He sighed.
"Yes, I'm drinking. Is that okay, Mom?" he snapped.
"I thought you didn't keep alcohol in the house." I said, squirming on the bed as my ass pushed my jeans back down.
"I don't keep a lot of it in the house. I've got a bit. Mikey said it's okay."
"Well, watch him."
"I think I know how to take care of my own brother, Frank. But thank you. Your 18 year old wisdom is definitely appreciated." He muttered.
"Just be careful, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yep. Night."
"'Kay, love you."
"Good." He said, a smile in his voice, and hung up. I sighed and, finally, managed to slip my jeans over my hips. I was sliding my lip ring into my mouth when Chris poked his head around the door, smiling.
"All good in here?" He asked. I nodded and smiled.
"Yep, all good."
"I thought I heard you arguing with someone." He said, raising an eyebrow. I laughed softly.
"Nah. He's just being an idiot. It's fine." I murmured.
"Still so weird to think about, dude." Chris said, shaking his head. I laughed and bumped him lightly with my hip.
"How about you stop thinkin' about it then?" I laughed.
"Stop thinking about what?" Joe said.
"Nothing!" both Chris and I said, maybe a little bit too fast. Joe's eyes flickered between us, but he shrugged it off and smiled again.
"So all the booze and stuff is in the car. You ready?"
"Yeah, let's do this." I grinned.
From spending so much of my time with Gerard, I'd kind of forgotten how much fun it was to just hang out with my friends. On the car ride, we smoked cigarettes and played The Misfits so loud we were almost certain all the other cars could hear it.
"So, I have weed." Joe said suddenly. Chris' mouth hung open.
"Dude, no. I'm so not about that life." He said nervously, his eyes darting to me. My mind flicked to Gerard, drinking on his own, probably pissed out of his mind right now, and shrugged.
"Yeah, sure. You got it rolled already?" I asked, leaning back in the seat. Joe passed me back the joint and a lighter, and I lit up, sucking the smoke deep into my lungs. Already I could feel myself getting light-headed and I smiled.
"God, Frank, you're such an idiot." Chris hissed. I rolled my eyes as I took another pull.
"Ah, shut up, Chris. It's not like I'm doing cocaine, is it? Just a bit of weed. Chill." I said. He only raised an eyebrow at me and mouthed 'Mr. Way'. I flicked him the finger.
