7:21 A.M.:
Mikey's in the lot, handling our business. It's not even ours, it's our stepmother's. I have to run in to get a quick shower. The whole time I'm standing under the water I can only imagine us not having to live like this. Even though I try, I can't. It's never the life it seems.
8:01 A.M.:
3,400 seconds later. 401. 402. My internal clock has been running ever since Mikey left the house. He's most likely with Pete now, I hear my stepmother and her "friend" apparently having too nice of a time in the next room, meaning Mikey's at least done with her job. That means he's with Pete. So either they're cuddling to High School Musical or fucking. Wow Gerard, what a nice thought to begin your day with.
8:04 A.M.:
I'm no longer a pawn in my stepmother's bidding, that's nice. But that also means enrolling in high school and ending my internet school career. The bus I'm riding pulls up and I board it. I stand next to the bus doors for approximately 87 seconds before being told to sit. I sit next to a boy wearing some pretty nice merch, at least he has decent music taste. I hope he's a decent person tough, or else that's irrelevant. He has a large purple bruise on his upper arm, it makes me wonder about if he got it at school, and if this scool is where I should be.
8:21 A.M.:
Information gathered: Sam's a dick. Frank is the name of the bus boy. He's nice, he's cute, for a guy, and he seems...troubled. He shakes, stutters, and seems more afraid of the world than I myself am. I've had to give him a pep talk, that Sam dude lit his fuse, for sure. I've gathered some confidence from a place I didn't know existed within me, and started pulling Frank around the campus. Frank's stopped, though. Holy shit, it's that Sam guy again...
8:57 A.M.:
We've been running 451 seconds. I've established that that bruise was most likely caused by none other than Sam. It's not the safest place, but I'm leading him to the park. The park where it happened. I also have led a few of my step-mom's customer's home from here several times. I know that Frank is attracted to guys, know's Mikey's boyfriend/fuckboy, and has, y'know, before. We've learned so much about each oter in an hour it's almost awkward.
12:41 P.M.
Frank and I have fucked off in the park for the past few hours, and it's been pretty nice. He's a funny guy, nice, a guy who'll apologize repeatedly for letting your battery discharge. He's leading me to a DQ, I think I know where it is. At the pace we're walking, and with the fact that we're slowing down every time someone makes a joke, it'll be at least a 15 minute walk.
2:13 P.M.:
I know we've been here an eternity,this is our third basket of fries. But of course, I know. 34,420 seconds we've been here. I have to watch my back since the incident. She pushed me repeatedly into her business, now Mikey too. It's resulted in nothing but good for her, and constant paranoia for me, as if ghosts of my own mind or life haunt my inner workings. I see Frank's eyes widen, and mine do too. Why the fuck is Mikey here? He should be doing something better. He has a better chance than I did when it was me. He looks filled with suspicion and a little fear, looking at towards the counter with red eyes. I lean under the table talking to him, glaring at the man who I thought was my father. Then when he turned around, it hit me like a fucking train, in the heart, brain, and in my fists, which had become tightly clenched. I was filled with emotions and punched the table, causing a thin yet bloody cut to appear on my knuckles. He was not my dad, and he was wearing his cap. Judging by the faded splatter on his pant leg, I knew where he came from though...
A/N: Another (really crappy) update!! *throws confetti* I keep posting later than a week after the last chapter, which makes me slightly disappointed in my schedule, but I got really busy, and I put something out before 2 weeks passed, which is nice. So yeah, that's it. And I have an Instagram, @folieatwo, and a Twitter the same as my username here. So, I want to know. So far, what do you think has happened in a Gerard and Mikey's past? Comment what you think below.
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Random"You fucked up?" he said. "On the inside, a little," I said. "Then why the hell aren't you doing anything about it?" he snapped. "Because I'm already working on it."
