Taste Of The End Four

Ellie sat watching. Elaine clicked the buttons down heavily, focusing her narrowed gaze at the tiny gray screen. Ellie sighed loudly. "I'm almost done. Goddamn motherfucker die!" Elaine yelled, moving the Gameboy up with her hands, as if that'd help. She suddenly shot the electronic device death glares and tossed it on the ground watching it shatter to pieces. Ellie rolled her eyes, entirely used to Elaine's anger problem. It's not that she was too angry, just didn't know how to control it. "So, will you?"
"Will I what, Eleanor?" Elaine asked, pulling her shoes on, using her full name for dramatic effect.
Ellie heaved a great sigh, forcing herself out of the bed. "Meet him. Today."
"Why today?"
"Why does it matter what day it is?" Ellie countered, knowing what to say to shove Elaine's words right back down her throat.
"I don't know." She finally admitted after moments of silence and glaring. "After school okay?"
Ellie nodded, following Elaine out the door, walking behind her at a somewhat slower pace. "Have fun learning." Ellie winked.
"What are you talking about? You're coming too." Elaine shot back.
"Well yeah, but everyone knows I never go to class."
Elaine considered it before nodding in agreement. "You probably oughta do something about that."
She scoffed, tossing her head back. "Yeah, like you're any better? Garuantee you, you'll be skipping seventh and eigth today."
"And how is it you know that?" Elaine asked. "Do you have such little faith in me?"
"Well yes." She said before continuing. "That and you're coming with me."
"To..?"
"Meet Frank." Ellie winked, running away from her.

I woke up this morning
I suddenly realised
We're all in this together
I started smiling
'Cause you were smiling
And we're all in this together
I'm made of atoms
You're made of atoms
And we're all in this together.
And long division just doesn't matter
'Cause we're all in this together
"I'm here what do you want.." Elaine demanded, falling short once she rounded the corner and saw the body belonging to the other set of feet.
"Hey." He waved awkwardly, giving his hand a curt flick to the side and tilting his head a little.
Elaine stuttered a bit, then regained her calm. "H-Hey."
Ellie laughed, clearing her throat. "Elaine, this is Frank. Frank, my friend Elaine." She grinned at them. "I'll uh..leave you two."
"Eleanor!" Elaine grumbled, calling after her and shaking her fist.
Ellie shook her head at them as she headed off to Mikey's. She knocked on the door, the painted aluminum sheet hurting her bloodied knuckles. She'd gotten into a fight the day before. And she had that to thank for the pain now ebbing over her hands. Instead of Mikey's stupid grin greeting her his older, seemingly more normal brother answered. His eyes widened as soon as he saw her, drawing deep lines under them, separating them from his tight cheeks. "Uh, hey. Gerard, yeah? Mikey here?"
Gerard nodded his head slowing. He blinked snapping out of it and shaking his head instead. "I mean no. Sorry. He's out with a girlfriend?" He asked it as a question, as if he didn't really believe his brother could even have one. Ellie nodded, mouthing a word of understanding. She shuffled a bit and began to back away slowly, getting ready to leave. At the very last moment, Gerard reached a hand out at her, calling "But you can stay?"
"I..Alright." She nodded, entering. She stopped parallel with him on the tile. "But only because I've got nothing better to do and nowhere else to be."
"Right." Gerard nodded. They mulled around aimlessly for a bit, Gerard unsure of what to do. Ellie continuously looked up at him, begging him to suggest something, anything really. He could have asked for a blowjob and she would have asked for a bed. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Coke?" She winced a little. She was completely aware from Mikey's stories Gerard's age, and though she did drink she sort of hoped he didn't mean alcohol. She was trying to stop recently. At both Mikey and Frank's demand, not request. He nodded, leading her down the stairs to the basement which she soon realized was also his old room. Her eyes must have been gleaming as she looked around, craning her head to get a good long look at everything. His walls were infested with comic posters and huge cutouts of Jerry Only, KK Downing and Eddie Van Halen. She let out a little gasp. He straightened up from his stoop over a back mini-fridge, looking at her confused. She smiled, shaking a hand. "Just, didnt expect this." She waved a hand. "I mean, Mikey's so.."
"Gay?" He offered, holding out a can of Coke-A-Cola.
She laughed again. "Not the word I'd choose, but essentially yes." She looked him up and down, his black hair hanging to his neck, his pressed blazer and black pants. "You're quite the enigma."
The phrase struck a chord in him. Those are almost the exact words he'd use to describe her. "I'll take that as a compliment then." He teased, pointing to the bed. The two of them sat down, awkwardly. As happens with mattresses, Ellie slid a little closer when he sat, her being the lighter one. The both of them blushed and apologized but made no move to correct the claustrophobia. Ellie could feel sweat rolling down her hands, clasped tightly around the wet can, and it wasn't the can's sweat. Gerard bounced his right leg up and down, unable to sit still this close to her. She took another useless sip, not really even wanting more soda, and looked around the room again, her eyes rolling over the things she'd already examined. Gerard spoke, his voice catching and squeaking a little, cracking even. He cleared his throat and attempted it again. "So you and my brother are pretty close?"
She nodded her head, nibbling lightly on her lip, the feel of metal against her tongue welcoming. "Pretty much." She dropped her shoulders, her eyes falling to the lid of the can. She traced the pop tap, tapping her nail against it in a spontaneous rhythm.
"You play any instruments?" He suddenly asked, watching her tap out the rhythm to some song he began to hum along to in his head.
"Piano?" She squinted. He opened his mouth, about to make some comment about the importance of knowing how to play an instrument when she continued unhindered. "Guitar, drums, triangle if you can really count that, flute, crash symbols though that shan't really be counted either, viola, cello, I can scratch a bit too."
"Wow..all I can do is sing." He blushed, embarrassed in front of her trained ear. "You don't seem like the type of person to be so accomplished." She looked at him confused. He blushed again, realizing his erroneous statement. "Thats..not what I meant!"
She laughed. "I get it. My mother, she used to be really annoying about that kind of stuff. Put me through all kinds of lessons. Said 'No one'll ever want you if you can't entertain them with music. After all, you won't get them on looks.' Ah, good 'ol Ma."
"She sounds horrible." He said, honestly. "So any plans for this summer? I mean, any vacations?" He asked, trying his best to make small talk. He wanted to keep her talking so bad. He wanted to be able to look in her eyes and tell her everything he's held inside. To be able to spill everything he's always wanted to say but never had the guts to.
"Uhm.." She tapped a finger on her chin then rose it slowly, scratching her head. "Not me? I mean," She waved out a hand as she explained. "My mom'll probably take one of her cruises. But I don't really know. My dad's not likely to be back until next year. So, I'll probably just be hanging around here. But then, since you're home, Mikey might get all annoyed and flake out on me a lot." She giggled. "He always blows me off for things."
"That sorta sounds like my brother. I can tell he really likes you. He considers you really close." Gerard shifted, clearing his throat again. He rubbed his hands together.
Ellie realized they were empty. "You didn't get anything to drink?"
"Not thirsty." He answered, lying through his teeth. He was parched, but honestly, he didn't trust himself enough. With his luck she'd crack some joke mid-drink and he'd splutter it all over the place. It's happened before. Gerard and Ellie almost fell off the bed. An earsplitting scream echoed down from the upstairs. And it wasn't Mikey.

Can I get get get,
Can I get to know you?
Wow, those lyrics actually fit perfectly for that last little section. Strange.