You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

LVIII/DONE

*GERARD'S P.O.V*

I tug at my hair, making a weird face in the mirror. I missed blond. Short and blond, that was fucking rad. My hair looks like it's way overdue for a haircut nowadays.

"Are you sure bright red was the right choice for a blue graduation gown?" Donna comments from the stairs of the basement. She makes her way over, swaying slightly in her silver pumps. She stands behind me and tugs my hair as well. "At least it takes away from the purple under your eyes."

I crack half a smile, the closest thing to a real one in a while. "It's the vodka, mother."

My mom hits me over the head and I snicker. "Don't test me, Way. You may be graduating but you're still my baby."

I roll my eyes playfully and finger-comb through my freshly dyed red hair and place the grad cap on my head. She sighs happily.

"You look very handsome." I shrug at her compliment. "How do you feel about school being basically done?" Donna asks, going around my gown to make sure everything was spick and span.

"Nauseated." I answer honestly and she chuckles a bit with a small head shake.

"Be ready in five minutes, kiddo." My mom kisses the top of my head and makes her way back upstairs.

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The car ride up to my school was the most tedious fifteen minutes of my life. Movies and books when the character feels like a chapter in their life is coming to an end, they have a long-ass fucking stupid review of all their thoughts over the year and what's happening around them.

And the stupidest part about that is I think it's happening to me. But I feel like my life is coming to an end. Fucking fuck.

Today was a happy day, I wanted to push all my problems to the back of my head and not think about them. But all I could seem to do is float around up there and stare out my window.

Exams were earlier this week and surprisingly simple. That probably means I did shit on them. As well considering I spent the last month drinking myself away and drugging myself to sleep. Fuck it, I'm already in college.

Frank.

Speaking of college, I found a rustic, shitty ass apartment almost two minutes away from SVA. I've picked up odd jobs here and there to save up for the apartment, I've also found a job in New York. There's this really rad art supply store called Artsy Ants that I applied for. I even talked to the manager, who evidently was a teenage girl named Hayley who got the job because her dad was in a higher position, and promised me that she'll sweet talk her father into letting me work there.

Frank.

As far as relationships go, Mikey and Billie are still going strong. It's only been for nearly three months, but from the amount of time they spend in Mikey's room... I can tell it's alright. At the beginning of the relationship, I was extremely protective of my little brother. Until he told me to fuck off. So now I just kinda watch from metres away, making sure Billie doesn't do anything too risky. I actually don't mind Billie that much anymore. When I gave him the big brother if-you-hurt-my-brother-I'll-chop-your-balls-off-and-feed-them-to-you-in-a-casserole speech, he was polite and totally respected everything I was saying. So that's cool, I guess.

Frank.

Melina has left me alone, probably for good now. Well, amazing. I mean, she better feel bad, that witch fucked up my relationship. After what she did, I confronted her at her house. There was lots of screaming and yelling and pushing, mostly on my part. I totally lost my cool. I didn't stop yelling until the neighbours left their houses to see what the commotion was, my throat was raw and Melina was reduced to a shivering, blubbering mess in her door frame.