I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 27: Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

○The amount of pills I'm taking, counteracts the booze I'm drinking○

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It's the day after BTW.

Be prepared for a pretty much just a set of monologues.

{Bandit's P.O.V}
Bob left a couple hours ago to go run errands. Honestly, I couldn't care less what he was doing as long as he wasn't telling Gerard where I was. He'd shown me around the house and gave me the guest bedroom to stay in. I didn't bother unpacking, there was no point. When Ash got up here, we'd find somewhere to go for a while or just keep running. He has a pretty huge family scattered all over the place that we'd probably go to or something but first I just needed to get here to Bobs, leaving everyone else behind there in Jersey. I was going to talk to him later when he got back to see if he knew anywhere I could go or how to stay out of the spotlight. If anyone knew how to do that, it'd be him - no one's heard a peep out of the man since the split and finding him was purely based on one vague memory I had.

I was currently eating a slice of toast, sitting on Bob's coach doing absolutely f*ck all. Asher text me a couple days ago saying Frank, Gerard and him were all looking for me but said he wouldn't tell them anything if he found something out or whatever. I didn't text back because if they were looking for me they might have gone to the police and if they'd done that, they would trace where the message came from and drag me back there with him. I'm not stupid, I know how it works.

{Asher's P.O.V}
I had no idea why she thought California was a good place to run to but it's far so I'll give her that. I didn't sleep a whole lot last night, infact I was mostly trying to figure out why she'd gone to California; what's there that I didn't know about? Why did she go there rather then like I don't know, Texas or Pittsburg? Frank slept like a baby the whole night snoring his short little a** off where as Gerard just kind of tossed and turned in frustration every couple of seconds.

"Tried counting beer bottles?" I smirked.

"Shut up you little sh*t!" He spat in reply.

"Did it ever occur to you that I've been in your house when you haven't even known it?" I smirked again, Damn I loved p*ssing him off!

"When?" He sighed obviously in a mood and giving up on getting comfy, then again, Frank was in the bed, I was on the convertible sofa bed and Gerard; well we called shotgun leaving him on the floor so no surprise that he wasn't comfortable.

"The first time was when Bee had passed out at school and Doug and I had brought her home and stayed with her for a while and then the second was when you told me she wasn't in and I couldn't trust you so I went through the window to check."

"Oh. Y-you said she passed out, was it just that once or?" He asked skeptical of his question but sure enough tht he wanted to know.

"She passes out a lot. That time, she got stuffed in a locker and when we finally managed to pull her out she was out like a light." I explained not holding back at all. "Guilt rolled in yet?" I asked still with a ridiculous smile on my face but I was genuinely curious as well so-.

"Whatever." He groaned before turning on his side again.

I won! Beat that motherf*cker!

So yeah, that's how last night went.

{Gerard's P.O.V}
"Tried counting beer bottles?" The kid asked, I could practically hear his face muscles tense as he smirked.

"Shut up you little sh*t!" I spat back. Look, I was tired, I'd been stuck with him all day, I wanted to just find Bandit and get the f*ck back home and I wanted a f*cking beer!