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Living Life The Good Way	By : GothicalWishes Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 7

Gerard stared hard at the mirror. It was gone eleven at night and he was in Manor again, standing in the toilets, facing the mirror, people coming and going behind him, their faces just a blur.

Bert had picked him up at around half past eight. Frank had managed to weasel his way into being invited too… Gerard still wasn’t sure how he had managed to do it. He thinks Frank shagged Bert. Frank had whined and whined all week after he’d realised that Bert was taking Gerard again, and he kept telling him ‘No’. Then, come Friday night, Gerard was in the bathroom of the hotel when an all dressed up Frank swans his way in, didn’t even have the decency to knock, kisses Gerard on the back of his neck, and tells him; “Not to worry sweet cheeks,” for he; “wont be all alone with big, bad, gorgeous, rough and ready Bertie Wertie.” At which point Gerard thought he’d forever ruined his jaw, and with it his gorgeous good looks, with the force it hit the white tiled floor.

Once they’d arrived at Manor, Frank and Bert, new found best friends, skipped off to the dance floor, grinding erotically to a Gorrillaz song Gerard didn’t know the name of. Gerard had been left on his own in the foyer area. Two hours and nine Snakebite’s later, he rightfully decided that a toilet trip was absolutely mandatory.

No piss feels greater than the one you take when you know you’ve had way too much to drink, Gerard thought.

That was the low down of his night so far. He still looked pretty good, considering how he felt. Just some red and black eye shadow and eyeliner which matched the red shirt he had on, and the black jeans. It wasn’t long before he noticed Frank appear through the wooden door. His face was flushed from the heat and his skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, which shone in the fluorescent lighting.

“There you are, we’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He said, reaching into Gerard’s back pocket, pulling out the packet of fags he had stashed there. He put one to Gerard’s lips, before copying the movement to his own lips, and replacing the packet to his own back pocket.

“Haven’t been trying very hard then, have you?” Gerard replied bitterly. He felt left out. And, loathe though he was to admit it, he felt jealous. He breathed in the blessed taste of the first pull on a cigarette, watching the flame from the lighter, light up Frank’s face.

“Gee.” Frank put his fag down on the side counter, in between two sinks. His hands rose to hold either side of Gerard’s face. “Come on, let’s go out and dance.”

Gerard frowned. He hadn’t meant to, he just… did. His muscles just moved without his permission, humiliating him. “Frank, I think I just want…” He was cut off by the almost expected lips against his own.

Gerard kissed back, allowing entrance when he felt a tentative tongue press against his lips. His eyes started to fill up, so he shut them, determined not to let tears fall.

That was one of Gerard’s biggest problems. He had no self confidence, and with it was a depressive drunk. As soon as the world started to blur, Gerard would brood, and with it would hang onto all the depression within him and would, no doubt be crying before long. The worst thing about the whole ordeal was that he felt so useless, and that always made it worse. It was always that pathetic crying that you do when you don’t know what else you can do: the one that makes your eyes red and your cheeks all blushed and puffy.

It wasn’t long before Gerard felt Frank’s breath getting deeper, hoarser by the second; his movements were rhythmic, sensual. Frank moved till he was kissing Gerard’s neck, his wet lips leaving behind them a cool sensation. “Gee…” Frank breathed heavily into Gerard’s ear. Gerard could feel his heart racing, his blood getting hotter and hotter; rushing to places he had no control over. It wasn’t long before his shirt was on the floor, his back against cold tiles, making his breath catch in his throat. Frank’s whispers of love and commitment, of promises and eternal loyalty, perfectly echoed the beat of the blood rushing in his ears and the whimpers he tried desperately to keep in.

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There are many things that a person, living their life everyday, isn’t meant to know. The main thing, despite arguments to the contrary, is ‘the way love works’. Humans as a species existing on earth were made to not understand the ins and outs of that thing called love.

It was this that Gerard was thinking about as he lay in bed, in the late hours of the morning, Frank cuddled up to him on one side, and Bert squeezed in on the other. Gerard often questioned how he had ended up as he did. Craving the love of everyone he could. There was something wrong with him, he was sure of it. He was the only one he knew who was fucking so many people, and the worst part of it was that they all pretty much knew each other. He hated bringing angst into his life, but he was confused, distressed. It was like a drug. Every time he thought about he felt like an addict who had relapsed. The initial fuck was amazing, the professions of love completed him, made him feel like he had a purpose. It was the aftermath which killed him. The silent nights he spent thinking about all those people he was involved made him feel dirty and worthless, and yet, like a mother who can do nothing but love her son, despite the fact he beats her every night, Gerard goes straight back to the bed of those who make him feel so good, yet so bad.

There was only one person who knew even in the slightest what he felt and that was his brother Mikey. Often Gerard wondered whether what was going on with him was genetic. Mikey wasn’t like Gerard in that he craved that four letter word to fall from someone’s lips as he made them come. Mikey was different. Mikey spent the majority of his nights with many different people, none of them knew each other, yet all thought that Mikey was faithful to them and them alone.

Neither Gerard nor Mikey wanted sympathy, they were content living their life the way that they did. It was more that they wanted answers. They just wanted to know why they were like this, they wanted… completion.
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