Give Em' Hell, Kid

2.

|Franks POV|
My dad is a fucking asshole.

And that Jeremy kid is fucking hot.

That's all I have to say.

Also is it considered stalking if you follow someone home? Oh god it is. He's so hot though. How can you not find that whole 'im a quiet, sexy, anxious kid who sits at the back of the class and draws comic book characters' thing attractive.
So yes, I'm walking about 20ft behind this mysterious boy. I hope he doesn't notice...
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Where the hell is he going? We've been walking for almost 30 minutes and a house is miles away from where we are.

Interrupting my thoughts, the boy take a turn to a small booze store that said 'Happy Pappys Liquor.'

I could go for a beer.

Or 10.

Yes. I have a 'drinking problem.' Or as my friend Mikey used to say 'Frank, I don't want you to turn out like Gerard.' I never knew what that meant. I guess it was some metaphor. I miss Mikey.

You pathetic little shit! You still cry over your stupid fag friend who killed himself. You should follow in his footsteps.

I rapidly shook my head hoping it would make the voices go away.
You're a waste of perfectly good space!

I only want the voices to go away because their just my own thoughts.

Focus Frankenstein, we must find out why this stunning child is roaming around a store full of alcohol. He must be a regular cause' he casually showed his fake I.D. to the old man like he actually was 23.

I yawned since it was already 4. Why the fuck am I still here? I'll follow him home another day. That totally doesn't sound creepy. Right?

|Gerards POV|
That guy who followed me to the store finally vanished and I don't have to blow his brains against a ceiling. It was a struggle to make out his face since it was covered mostly by his hoodie and hair.

I got a pounding headache as I sat on the local bus. It's already 4 which means I'll get shit from Donna if I stall and get home later than expected. Yes, I call my mother by her first name since she's not even a mom to me. We can't even hold a conversation without getting so overly awkward that one of us walks away mid sentence. It's mainly because she's all depressed about Mikey committing suicide. He wanted to die for so long but never showed any pain or feeling. He literally had a poker face.

I'm not gonna mope about my brother who's 6 feet under. I have some things to do. The bus screeched slowly showing it was time to leave. I gathered my belongings and headed off of the public bus. I smirked to myself as I thought of what would happen tonight.

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•A.N.•
Sorry the chapter is so short I'm tired and lazy atm. I promise I'll have better chapters than this. That is a promise my children. I shall keep it.