Three Cheers

Chapter Sixteen

Gerard P.O.V

I sighed, wiping my face with my hands. I was already regretting dropping Frank off with his family, but I knew that he would do what he was told. I also knew that I would be back with him in hours, so I shouldn't have complained so much.

Within minutes of returning home, I saw Mikey's flashy car parked outside. He was standing in the porch, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor. I was also begging to regret calling him on the way back, but, for once in my life I actually needed him and his annoying traits. He smiled as I got out of the car, slamming the door grudgingly. He looked me up and down with no exchange of words between us, he smiled like an idiot, following me inside like a puppy.

"Twelve years Gerard. I think that this is the shortest time that we've not talked- what's gotten into you?" He asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. I pushed past him, skulking into the lounge. I threw myself down on the couch, covering my face with one of the cushions resting there.

"Please. Don't make me regret asking you for help, because trust me, I'll kick you out." I sighed, my words almost inaudible from the fact that I was smothering myself slightly with the cushion. It smelt vaguely of Frank's ; I already wanted to march back to his house and drag him home. But, to keep up the false pretences, we had to pretend that we were broken up. Mikey had his eyebrow raised, siting down on the couch opposite to me. I could sense that he knew I was being serious. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, staring at me, awaiting what I was going to say next.

"Cut to the crap, what's wrong?" He rolled his eyes. I sat up, leaning in closer to him.

"Somebody has given Frank's sister my book. It's full of really complex spells and shit like that. It's dangerous in her hands, because she'll use it to manipulate things. She could cause something catastrophic," I started, my voice monotone. It did that when I wasn't being snarky. "That, and I want to go home. I hate it up here, it's boring, and it's rainy all of the damn time." I added.

Mikey sniggered, leaning back on the couch. His arms were crossed, which told me that he had listened to most of what I was saying. The 'real world' was his turf, and mine were the pits of Hell. Getting the book back meant that he could get back to his normal life, instead of trying to keep my messes less-visible to human eyes. With a sigh, he clapped his hands together, "So, how are you suggesting that we get it back?"

"Well, Frank is back at home buttering his family up at the moment. He'll probably get close with his sister and then steal it back. We'll say the chant that will let us open the door, and then we'll go home." I said with a shrug. He frowned, crossing his legs.

"What if it doesn't work? What if she's kind of already figured out? What will you do then?" He asked.

"Go in by force."

He laughed, looking away from me. He could tell that I was already showing my father's traits; he always used force to get his own way. He loved to get his own way, and so did I. No wonder I was so good at my job. Nobody was allowed to cross me, and nobody was allowed to bribe me into doing anything. I huffed, putting my head in my hands. I was bored, I was already getting sick of Mikey's company, and I missed Frank.

"What if there's something else there? She's dabbled inside your book, so that might mean that her parents aren't actually themselves- anymore, anyway. They could be possessed. It's worth checking that out." He said, pulling a face at me. For once that boy was right. I nodded, making the same face. He laughed, standing up. After he was gone I planned on making my way back to Frank's, it was probably safer and easier in the dark. I would've had to leave my car at home, she would know that I was nearby and would find somewhere to hide it so that we couldn't get to it.

"Bye, then." I said, watching him walk across the living room. He called something to me, but I was already concentrating on getting to Frank and didn't hear a word. He slammed the front door, speeding away in his car. I heard his tyres scream and curse as he did so. I rolled my eyes- he was the other half of our father. The half that who lived beyond their means, going out of their way to display their wealth.

After sitting around for twenty minutes, I pulled on a hoodie, heading outside. I decided on parking the car inside the garage, locking it in so that nobody steal or murder it. It was my baby, and nobody was allowed to touch it. I shoved my keys into my pockets, braving the harsh weather. It had already began to pour with rain; torrential rain almost. It bounced off the sidewalk, the sour smell of concrete filling my head. Intimated, pulling my hood up, tucking my hands into my pockets. It was growing dark, so nobody would see me. I didn't want any confrontations, and I didn't want any conversations.
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Song Of The Chapter- Wes Anderson by Alex Lahey

A.N
So, long time no update!!! I hope that you guys are still enjoying the story though!!

Also, i've finally picked what my next frerard fic will be (out of my ten ideas) and it may make people cry if they're sensitive. People might find their relationship weird, but I hope that the description will solve that problem -_-

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