frank pov
it was finally the night of the party and Gerard was driving us to Brendon's house.
i groaned, leaning back in the seat. "i don't wanna go to this stupid party."
"we don't have to." gerard says, his eyes never leaving the road.
"but pete has chronic 'i-can't-do-anything-alone' disorder" i grumble, crossing my arms. i turn to watch the scenery go by.
brendon lived a little far out, there was a lot of countryside in his neighborhood. that's probably why the party was being hosted here, no one really gets in trouble out here because of how much of a stretch it is go get there.
i felt agonizingly more anxious as we grew closer. i know i'm supposed to be a stereotype, bein on the football team and all but this is not who i am.
i hate parties.
in fact, i wasn't so sure if i wanted to be in football anymore. sure, i like sports. i love sports, but i think i prefer watching them. i cant keep up with the physical requirements of the team with all my health disorders and i've been in so many accidents that i feel weak when it's all over.
it's hurt to play my pansy before, and that terrified me. music, music is what i really want. when i play that guitar i feel like a new person. i was born to perform, i always knew that.
so why am i wasting time on sports?
it hadn't occurred to me how in my head i had been till we had pulled up to the parking area. i sigh and get out of the car, feeling sick as it finally hits me.
we're really here, i'm going to a fucking party.
i hate parties.
i scan the area for cars i recognize- almost all of them.
and it makes me realize that tonight, is gonna be one hell of a night.
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