The Blue Streaked Boy and Me| frerard

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The next day I didn't see Gee at all. No texts, no mysterious calls asking me to skip school...no nothing. It was the same situation on Thursday and Friday. After leaving five voicemails, 12 texts and stuffing numerous (and quite frankly embarrassing) notes in his locker; it was time to move on and stop trying to be the weird and clingy boyfriend. This was my chance to become the weird and clingy boyfriend. On Saturday I decided to see what the deal was.

I stole my car keys from Lynn's purse, snuck out of the house Gerard style and traveled up the highway to his aunt and uncle's place. Pulling up in the driveway, I shut off my car and rang the doorbell. It opened about two seconds later and I was whisked inside with no greeting whatsoever.

"Please tell us that you know where Gerard is Frank!" Courtney sniffled, "I haven't even called Donna yet because I don't want to tell her that I lost her kid." I felt a pang of guilt; I assume that Donna is his mom.

"I thought you knew where he was...that's why I came." I was almost reduced to tears seeing her in this disheveled and frenzied state.

"Well he talks about you all the time, if anyone was going to find him it would be you."

I forced a small smile onto my face. "Do you mind if I check his room?"

"Kurt and I already checked, but sure have at it love."

I was pushed upstairs and inside a pale guest room that looked anything but permanent. It looked like he'd hardly lived in it or that Gee was just a neat person, which I highly doubted. I glanced around the room: bed, desk, nightstand, dresser, closet.

There were four wallet sized framed pictures on his desk, one of his aunt and uncle, his little brother, his mom and surprisingly, one of me. His bare walls sported a pair of neatly scotch taped band posters, along with some of his artwork. A tiny smile found it's way to my lips, these are the things he loves the most.

Gee's closet seemed like a nice place to start. That's at least what they did on those crime shows Helena loves so much. As I walked over I spotted his too familiar brown messenger bag sitting on the floor. Warily, I picked it up and began to search through it. I flipped through a sketchbook I'd never seen before and something fell out. It was a conformation card for a conjunction plane ticket to San Francisco. Home, I thought, Gerard went home without telling anybody. Not wanting raise any suspicion from the Cobain's, I stuck it deep in the bag and slung it across my shoulders. Nothing more suspicious than leaving with something you didn't come with.

"Sorry that I didn't find anything," I hung my head as I passed her.

"It's okay doll. I know you tried," she whimpered.

"Can I keep this?" I held on white knuckled to the messenger bag. Worse case scenario I could make a run for it.

Her fingers ruffled my hair, "Of course."

Thanking Courtney and Kurt I slipped out the door and into my car. I started to drive back into town where my presence and car would surely be missed and I would be grounded for another lifetime or two.

As I approached two exit signs that I confronted everyday my mind began to race in a fleeting series of what if?, what if?, what if? The exit to downtown and the exit to the airport stared me in the face. I began to thump my thumbs on the steering wheel as my vehicle edged closer to the exits. I thought about what was in the bag, and then my foster mother's strict rules that were only for my safety. I flipped my turn signal on and veered into the left lane. My choice was to do the thing that made the most sense.

I gripped my ticket as I walked through the airport to my designated terminal. In the moment the thing that made the most sense to me was to find Gee. I passed through a metal detector and slung Gee's bag on the conveyor belt.

"And you're boarding by yourself sir?" The flight attendant at the desk questioned, her plucked eyebrows raised.

"Erm... yes? I'm meeting my dad in San Francisco," I lied.

I powered off my phone. Even when I got off the flight I wasn't going to turn it on, I needed to do this on my own. I needed to do something on my own. I'd take all million and a half years of being on punishment from Lynn when I got back.

Closing my eyes, I let the hum of the engines lull me to sleep. I just hoped this was the right choice, after all - what's the worst that could happen?

Wait, wait, wait, I take that whole sentence back, bad things always happen to the people in the movies who say that.

What could possibly not happen? It was the only phrase I could think of to unjinx myself out of this mess.