New story! Not really a romance, although it is about Gerard being in love. It should be a fun story.
It's from Frank's POV.
It's also on RIAW, but I wanna post it here as well...
I'd make a banner but I'm on the wrong computer. -_-
Chapter one: The Deal
The mother did drugs: tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed. The baby came out, disfigured ligaments indeed
Gerard giggled sloppily, downing another gulp.
I tipped my head back to take another throatful, too, but promptly choked, spat out most of what I'd inhaled, and grabbed for Gerard's shoulder. I missed once, but I was sober enough to make it the second time.
"Look," I said, pointing. I realized my finger wasn't quite pointing the right way, so I adjusted it. Then I frowned because it still wasn't pointing the right way. Then I blinked because there were two of it. So I shook it to tell it that it should just hurry up and point the right way already.
Fortunately, Gerard managed to realize what I was pointing at. His bottle clattered noisily to the floor (I looked at it mournfully, sighing to see such good beer spill everywhere) and he paled. Then he swore violently.
She marched right up to him. "Drinking again?" she spat.
"N-no," he said shakily, but, if I blinked and tilted my head, I decided you might be able to tell that he was... if he'd stop swimming in and out of focus.
"You told me you wouldn't," Tammy hissed.
"D-did I?" he asked weakly. He was twitching, I think. I leaned forward, hoping to see if his pupils were still too large, but I fell over accidentally and sprawled across Tammy's feet.
Even in my... delicate state, I knew better than to stay there, and I quickly scrambled away, muttering an apology. I curled up by Gerard's leg, watching the scene before me, a slight frown creasing between my eyebrows as they became fuzzy, then not, then they'd sway weirdly, or double.
"Gerard, this is the third time - in three days!" Tammy spat furiously.
"I dunno... whatcher talking about," Gerard mumbled.
It really wasn't fair for her to attack the poor guy while he was drunk, I thought.
Of course, that might be her point...
It was very confusing.
"Gerard," Tammy said. I screwed up my face, squinting at hers, trying to find out why her voice sounded so weird.
She finally decided to stay in focus long enough for me to realize she was crying. I averted my eyes, uncomfortable, but I didn't trust my legs to carry me out of there. Besides, Gerard might need me. For... something. My mind was all muzzy.
"Gerard, this can't work," Tammy said, lowering her voice.
I wished she wouldn't. I could barely hear her as it was.
"Gerard... if you can't stop this, we're gonna hafta..."
"Wait!" Gerard cried throwing up his hands clumsily. "Don't!"
I wasn't quite sure why he was putting up such a fuss. None of us (meaning the rest of the band) really liked Tammy, and I know any of us would be perfectly happy for her to want to break up with us. Except Mikey. Mikey had been her friend since... forever.
"I can change! I can stop!" he said. I was impressed at this uninterrupted string of words from someone who'd gone through so many drinks in such a short space of time.
"Yeah, that's what you told me before," Tammy spat venomously.
"But..." Gerard was frowning now, shaking his head as though to clear it. "But I didn't... I didn't mean it before."
"You didn't mean it?" Tammy screeched. "You didn't care? You lied to me?"
"No," said Gerard desperately. That clearly hadn't worked out quite as he'd planned.
"Yeah, well, it sure seems like it," Tammy snarled. "That's it, Gerard. I'm going."
"No!" he cried, lurching forward and grabbing at her. Again, he impressed me, this time by actually managing to get a hold on her. "Please! I can change! I swear! I swear! I swear!"
Tammy looked at him. I squinted again in an attempt to tell what her face looked like, but failed. It was a blur, as far as I was concerned. Pah, by then, I was wondering how I'd managed to recognize her in the first place.
"Fine," she said coldy, but I tilted my head in confusion. She was still crying... She was crying harder.
Things are so confusing when you can't tell what's going on.
"Prove it. Stay cold sober for three months," she said.
"Wha...?" Gerard demanded, shocked. I could feel myself gape in consternation. Three months without a single sip of...?
"And clean in every way," Tammy added decisively. "No smoking, either."
"But-" Gerard spluttered.
Gerard couldn't smoke?
It took me a minute to realize that the blur of motion in Tammy's direction was her crossing her arms. "Deal or no deal?"
"How... how will you be able... to know?" Gerard asked thickly.
"Mikey," Tammy said smugly. "He'll tell me. He'll watch you for me."
Mikey wouldn't! He wouldn't be such a traitor!
"He owes me big time," Tammy said.
Still, he wouldn't...
"Mikey wouldn't..." Gerard apparently agreed with me.
"Wouldn't what?" Knowing Tammy
Looking back on it with a clear head, I realized what Gerard'd done. He'd been backed into a corner. Here, if he said 'Mikey wouldn't be a traitor' or something like that, he'd be making Tammy out to be the enemy, therefore forever damaging his chances of getting back together with her.
As it was, I simply blinked and wondered why he didn't just flip her off and totter away unsteadily.
"Three months, Gerard," Tammy said. "If you're clean and sober the whole time, I'll come back."
"Wait... until then...?" Gerard asked petulantly.
"Until then, I'm going home," Tammy said.
"Wait!" Gerard cried once more. "Back to Jersey?"
"You think I'm just gonna stay on tour with you?" Tammy asked disgustedly.
"Yes?" Gerard said weakly.
"Well, you're wrong." At that point, I was pretty sure she wriggled out of his grasp. Either way, the two fleshy blobs that were Gerard and Tammy separated. "Goodbye, Gerard."
Then, she stalked away, and Gerard collapsed on me, moaning.
I took another swig of beer to clear my head. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect.
"Ge-rard - get - off - me," I panted, shoving at him.
"Frank, three whole months!" he wailed. "I'm an addict! I can't just stop for three months!"
"Sodon't," I slurred.
"But it's not like that," he whined. "I love Tammy."
I cocked my head pensively at him. "I think..." I began. My voice kinda died then, so I cleared my throat and tried again. "I think you need to get drunk."
He glared potently at me.
"What?" I asked, shrugging. "I thought it was a good idea."
What sin is despair?
Results, please
UH-oh. How will Gerard cope without the alcohol?
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