We're Chasing The Sun (Frerard)

Chapter 10

Gerard knew it, dammit.  

He should've stayed inside. 

Now he had to bear up at this party with all these paranoids. Whenever Ryan showed up, he just felt like he had to pretend. He had to pretend that he was having a blast, whereas quite the contrary was going on. He was basking in misery.

Nothing wrong with that, but well, why not stay home and do it? Somewhere more convenient.

Having finished another can of beer, he was holding the empty metal container in his hands, contemplating getting another. He looked questioningly at it. He could feel the beat of the music in his hands, his fingers throbbed along the rhythm.

And to add to his anguish, people started moving out of the house to the backyard, where he and Frank had entrenched their quietude and privacy. Well, until then, at least. It had gotten so crowded at one point, they were forced to move inside.

And there, the great party under the sea began.

"Wow, people are getting wild out there," Frank looked over his shoulder outside one last time wistfully. "Shame. I liked Ryan's backyard. Oh well, rest in peace."

Gerard winced, examining the people inside the house. They seemed to be having fun, alright. Well, their kind of fun. Gerard's eyes suddenly widened and he went pallid. 

He wished he could erase his memory right then. Gosh. Yuck.

"I think I just saw Mikey making out with someone. Argh," he said made a noise of disgust, feeling the nausea rise up inside him.

"Maybe we should go deeper. Maybe the flock has retreated from the kitchen now?" Frank suggested, ignoring Gerard's statement for a second. Once he realized what Gerard had said, he turned to look at him worriedly.

"Whatever. Just tell me to close my eyes if you see Mikey again. Jesus, I did not want to see that."

Frank grabbed Gerard by the arm quickly and started moving through the great mass of people, heading toward the kitchen. Unfortunately, there were pests among the way, gripping at Gerard's shoulder, screaming 'hi' and expecting him to talk back. People Gerard didn't even remember, like Peter from middle school, Mr. Johnson's grandson—little did his grandfather know—and Skylar and Marina, who were apparently making out in the corner, but interrupted their intense make-out session to say 'hi'.

Gerard had actually forgotten about all those people. They were there, he just never paid attention to them. Before Frank, he occasionally set his foot in school.

As for Pete Wentz; of course, he had to show up sooner or later. Gerard wasn't surprised. Pete Wentz was the kind of guy that didn't miss anything ever. He was surrounded by his dancing friends with a drink in his hand. Lifting it up for Gerard to see, he grinned at him happily. As if nothing at all had happened. Ever. Do people really forget that easily?

Finally, Gerard and Frank made it through the living-room hell and arrived at their destination. But their arrival wasn't as pleasant since their bodies were pushed awkwardly together, so that Gerard, who was taller, had to uncomfortably look down at Frank.

"This is...um, awkward."

Frank smirked. "Is it? I think it's pretty nice, you're really warm."

"Are you serious? We're baking in here. It's like, a hundred and forty degrees...in Celsius," Gerard said seriously.

"Mhm. What about Fahrenheit?" Frank squinted at him suspiciously.

Gerard looked up, calculating. "Two hundred and eighty-five," he said certainly.