{ON HOLD} I'm Okay (I Promise).

Chapter Three: The Bruce's House

Gerard's POV: 

When I got home from school, all I really wanted to do was my art homework and sleep. I entered my bedroom and slung myself over my black sheeted double bed. It seems to be more comfortable when I don't have the option of sleeping in it. 

I heard someone shout, but I'm not quite sure if the voice was talking to me or Mikey. I figured it was Mikey seen as he answered. 

"Yeah, nearly done ma."

"Gerard?"

"Yeah mom?"

"Are you nearly ready? It's 4:45. We're leaving at half 5. And ready by then or not, you're coming however you are at half 5. You got that?"

Urgh, I really don't want to go. Going to a "gathering" means socialising. And socialising equals awkwardness in my case. 

"Uhm... Yeah, sure, getting ready, that one"

I practically rolled out of bed, as I had no effort to get up any other way. I shuffled across to my wardrobe, opened it and tried to find something that my mom would class as "presentable". 

I have a few pairs of skinnys that have no rips in them. I am NOT wearing any trousers that are not skinny whether it kills me or not. I'm too used to wearing skinnys now, that if i wear baggy clothes, it feels weird. Ew no.

I slip on my best pair of skinny jeans. Believe it or not, they are one of my oldest pairs that still fit me, but I have kept in almost perfect condition because they are the only ones that actually fit me perfectly. Most others are too baggy, or too tight, or too short, or too long etc. I would get more of these ones, but my mom bought them me and she can't remember the shop name, oh. 

I decide to wear a shirt, but which one? I have a white one, which I wear to funerals and weddings, so that's out of the question. I have a red one, but I wanted to wear my red tie, so I can't wear that one. I put my light blue one on, but it didn't go with my tie and looked funny. My only other options were a red and black checkered one, a black and white checkered one, and I have two black ones. 

I went for one of my black ones. I put my faded black shirt on, and adjusted my fire engine red tie. Now all I had to do was brush my hair, get some shoes on and do my eyeliner. But first, I grabbed a belt with skulls on. I'm too punk rock for this. 

First I applied eyeliner to the bottom and top of my eyes, and then i brushed my hair. I kind of back combed it a little so it went up a bit. All that's left to do know is to find some shoes. I went for a pair of black doc martens and I grabbed my fluffy, green parker coat, my phone and earphones, then headed downstairs. 

20 minutes later and we were sat in the car on the way to the Bruce's house. She didn't live that far away from us, but it's a bit chilly outside, so we didn't want to have to walk back at night time in the cold spring air. 5 minutes later and we had parked over the road. I nervously got out of the car and heard Mikey snigger. I turned around to see he was laughing at me. Probably at the way I'm dressed, or how I look so anxious. I shrugged it off and walked behind mom. 

"You had a good day at school, Gerard?"

"Yeah thanks mom, didn't get too much homework, only art. Which is easy anyway. How about your day at work?"

"Oh it was great, not too busy so I could just get on with things. How was your day Mikey?"

"Great mom, me and ray were talking about GTA 5 coming out (Grand Theft Auto 5 if you didn't know that). Erm... Could you maybe... erm-"

"Yes, I'll buy it for you." Mom chuckled.

"Gee, thanks mom!"

"No problem sweetie, anything for my two princes. Do you want anything as well Gerard?"