Other Fan Fiction ❯ There are two sides to every story. ❯ Two. ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Spidergee 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.19.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.19.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2
Gerard's POV
I woke up the next morning in a haze. The sun from the window hit me in the face and seemed to burn my eyes right out of their sockets.
What the fuck? I thought angrily as I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes with my arm.
My head felt like someone had shattered a cinderblock on it.
My mouth tasted like the vomit that I was covered in.
What was going on? Where the fuck was I?
I opened my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows, scanning my surroundings once my eyes focused.
Beer can, beer can, vodka bottle, spoon, candle, my hoodie, vomit stain, condom, needle...man thong?...poster of my band.
That's right. The Used had a party.
The familiar pounding of my head should have been enough to tell me that. But who even knew nowadays?
I cringed as I rolled out of my spot on the nasty, urine stained comforter and made my way through the mess to the door.
The smell of eggs and sausage smacked me in the face as I walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning sunshine! I made coffee!" A chipper voice came from behind me. I jumped and tuned to face the familiar happiness.
"Quinn. It is fucking 6:30 in the morning. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I growled. He looked hurt for a moment, but then shrugged it off and went back to his cooking.
I groaned, making my way to the coffee pot and pouring some into a dirty mug I fished out of the sink. I pulled my cigarettes from my back pocket, grabbed my lighter out of the pack and lit one, plopping down on a chair beside the kitchen table. Quinn scooped his eggs onto a plate, grabbed a fork from the "Quinn and Quinn only" drawer, and came to sit across from me.
"You look like shit, Gerard." He giggled over his plate.
Fuck you and your honesty. I barked at him in my head.
"This place looks like shit."I snapped back.
"Well,bitch, you try keeping it clean. I mean, I don't see you up at fucking 5 o'clock in the morning picking up beer cans and condoms and God only knows whose panties and...."
I tuned the rest of his little rant out. I wasn't in the mood for his little Holly Homemaker bitching.I chugged my coffee and stood.
"I'm taking a shower."I mumbled, stubbing my cigarette out on the table and leaving the butt there. If he cleaned up the rest of the house, he could clean that up, too.
The shower felt amazing. I must have taken at least an hour, letting the hot water drench my hair and beat down on my back, working its magic on my tired muscles.
Why had everything become such a struggle? Why was just getting out of bed such a fucking chore? Why did nothing feel...right anymore?
The water began to turn cold and I sighed, shutting it off and stepping out, lacking a towel.
"Well, fuck." I muttered, deciding that my dirty shirt on the floor would be suitable.
I dried off to the best of my abilities, dropping the shirt on the floor and deciding that I'd just sneak into Bert's room and steal a shirt, and who gives a fuck if my pants are dirty? Not me.
I crept into his room and nearly tripped over his sleeping body, right there by the door. I grabbed a random shirt off the floor and pulled it on.
"Sinner" it said across the front. I smiled to myself. "Sinner" didn't even begin to explain it.
Gerard's POV
I woke up the next morning in a haze. The sun from the window hit me in the face and seemed to burn my eyes right out of their sockets.
What the fuck? I thought angrily as I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes with my arm.
My head felt like someone had shattered a cinderblock on it.
My mouth tasted like the vomit that I was covered in.
What was going on? Where the fuck was I?
I opened my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows, scanning my surroundings once my eyes focused.
Beer can, beer can, vodka bottle, spoon, candle, my hoodie, vomit stain, condom, needle...man thong?...poster of my band.
That's right. The Used had a party.
The familiar pounding of my head should have been enough to tell me that. But who even knew nowadays?
I cringed as I rolled out of my spot on the nasty, urine stained comforter and made my way through the mess to the door.
The smell of eggs and sausage smacked me in the face as I walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning sunshine! I made coffee!" A chipper voice came from behind me. I jumped and tuned to face the familiar happiness.
"Quinn. It is fucking 6:30 in the morning. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I growled. He looked hurt for a moment, but then shrugged it off and went back to his cooking.
I groaned, making my way to the coffee pot and pouring some into a dirty mug I fished out of the sink. I pulled my cigarettes from my back pocket, grabbed my lighter out of the pack and lit one, plopping down on a chair beside the kitchen table. Quinn scooped his eggs onto a plate, grabbed a fork from the "Quinn and Quinn only" drawer, and came to sit across from me.
"You look like shit, Gerard." He giggled over his plate.
Fuck you and your honesty. I barked at him in my head.
"This place looks like shit."I snapped back.
"Well,bitch, you try keeping it clean. I mean, I don't see you up at fucking 5 o'clock in the morning picking up beer cans and condoms and God only knows whose panties and...."
I tuned the rest of his little rant out. I wasn't in the mood for his little Holly Homemaker bitching.I chugged my coffee and stood.
"I'm taking a shower."I mumbled, stubbing my cigarette out on the table and leaving the butt there. If he cleaned up the rest of the house, he could clean that up, too.
The shower felt amazing. I must have taken at least an hour, letting the hot water drench my hair and beat down on my back, working its magic on my tired muscles.
Why had everything become such a struggle? Why was just getting out of bed such a fucking chore? Why did nothing feel...right anymore?
The water began to turn cold and I sighed, shutting it off and stepping out, lacking a towel.
"Well, fuck." I muttered, deciding that my dirty shirt on the floor would be suitable.
I dried off to the best of my abilities, dropping the shirt on the floor and deciding that I'd just sneak into Bert's room and steal a shirt, and who gives a fuck if my pants are dirty? Not me.
I crept into his room and nearly tripped over his sleeping body, right there by the door. I grabbed a random shirt off the floor and pulled it on.
"Sinner" it said across the front. I smiled to myself. "Sinner" didn't even begin to explain it.
I stepped over Bert again, swung by Jeph's room (which is where I had apparently passed out last night, but who knew how much I did without remembering?) to collect my stuff and headed back downstairs.
"Alright, Quinn, I'm leaving!" I yelled to him, where ever he was. "Okay, Bye!"
"Shut the fuck up! Some people are sleeping!" Jeph hissed from the couch, throwing a pillow at me and missing, knocking a vase to the floor and shattering it.
"Quinn! Clean that up!" He yelled.
I sighed and closed the door behind me, leaving behind the familliar sounds of Quinn and Jeph arguing for someone else to deal with.
I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked my car, it was steaming hot inside and it wasn't even 8 am yet.
But that's okay. Things were about to get better.
I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.
Back to my band.
I smiled at that thought.
More importantly, I couldn't wait to get home to my Frankie.
I grinned as I started my car. We were on the radio again.
I drove off to be with my reasons for living.
Yes. The day was definitely going to get better.
Bert's POV
I woke up with a throbbing headache and the taste of vomit in my mouth. I blinked hard, the sun burning my eyes.
"Ugh…fuck."I muttered to myself, using my dresser to pull myself up. I heard Gerard yell good-bye from downstairs, then a loud crash, followed by Jepha and Quinn screaming at each other. But I ignored that last fact and made my way over to the window to watch Gerard get in his car and drive away. I sighed and rested my head against the glass of my window, watching as his car rolled away down the street, taking my happiness with it.
Sighing once again, I made my way from my room, downstairs and into the kitchen, where Jepha and Quinn were standing, screaming at each other and Brandon quickly made his escape out of the back door.
"Hey!" I yelled at them, "Shut the fuck up!"
They stopped and stared at me for a moment, then went back to their yelling.
"I said shut the fuck up!" I yelled again, walking to them.
"But he has no right to--" Quinn began. I cut him off with a hard smack to the back of his head. Jeph winced and quickly took the same escape Brandon had taken. Quinn looked back at me, shocked, then opened his mouth to say something. I took a handful of his hair and yanked him close to me, pulling him down to my height.
"What part of shut the fuck up do you not understand, Quinn?" I growled at him. He looked up at me, panting in fear, his eyes full of tears that were threatening to fall. I let go of him, stroking his face, guilt and regret filling my stomach.
"Oh, Quinn…I'm sorry, man." I sighed, pulling him into a hug. "I didn't mean it."
"I know. I know that you just came way down not long ago. It's okay." He nodded, smiling slightly at me.
"Yeah. I totally crashed and burned. Between that and--"
"Gerard leaving without saying good-bye and giving you your good-bye kiss? I know. You're upset and you don't feel good. Why don't you go back to bed for a while and get some rest, I'll have some coffee ready and wake you up before it's time to go to the show." He smiled again. I nodded and pulled him into a hug. I'm really very grateful for him.
Then I left him to do his thing, stopping by Jepha's room to grab the stuff I'd left in there the night before.
I noticed Gerard's hoodie lying on the floor and picked it up. It smelled just like him…smoke, his deodorant, the faint smell of faded Axe…
I sighed and held the hoodie to my chest, closing my eyes and imagining him in the soft black fabric, standing here in my arms.
I opened my eyes and smiled as I realized that I'd get to see him again, later on that night. I took his hoodie with me back to my room, laying down on the bed and snuggling with it, closing my eyes again and slipping into sleep.
I couldn't fucking wait for the show.
"Alright, Quinn, I'm leaving!" I yelled to him, where ever he was. "Okay, Bye!"
"Shut the fuck up! Some people are sleeping!" Jeph hissed from the couch, throwing a pillow at me and missing, knocking a vase to the floor and shattering it.
"Quinn! Clean that up!" He yelled.
I sighed and closed the door behind me, leaving behind the familliar sounds of Quinn and Jeph arguing for someone else to deal with.
I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked my car, it was steaming hot inside and it wasn't even 8 am yet.
But that's okay. Things were about to get better.
I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.
Back to my band.
I smiled at that thought.
More importantly, I couldn't wait to get home to my Frankie.
I grinned as I started my car. We were on the radio again.
I drove off to be with my reasons for living.
Yes. The day was definitely going to get better.
Bert's POV
I woke up with a throbbing headache and the taste of vomit in my mouth. I blinked hard, the sun burning my eyes.
"Ugh…fuck."I muttered to myself, using my dresser to pull myself up. I heard Gerard yell good-bye from downstairs, then a loud crash, followed by Jepha and Quinn screaming at each other. But I ignored that last fact and made my way over to the window to watch Gerard get in his car and drive away. I sighed and rested my head against the glass of my window, watching as his car rolled away down the street, taking my happiness with it.
Sighing once again, I made my way from my room, downstairs and into the kitchen, where Jepha and Quinn were standing, screaming at each other and Brandon quickly made his escape out of the back door.
"Hey!" I yelled at them, "Shut the fuck up!"
They stopped and stared at me for a moment, then went back to their yelling.
"I said shut the fuck up!" I yelled again, walking to them.
"But he has no right to--" Quinn began. I cut him off with a hard smack to the back of his head. Jeph winced and quickly took the same escape Brandon had taken. Quinn looked back at me, shocked, then opened his mouth to say something. I took a handful of his hair and yanked him close to me, pulling him down to my height.
"What part of shut the fuck up do you not understand, Quinn?" I growled at him. He looked up at me, panting in fear, his eyes full of tears that were threatening to fall. I let go of him, stroking his face, guilt and regret filling my stomach.
"Oh, Quinn…I'm sorry, man." I sighed, pulling him into a hug. "I didn't mean it."
"I know. I know that you just came way down not long ago. It's okay." He nodded, smiling slightly at me.
"Yeah. I totally crashed and burned. Between that and--"
"Gerard leaving without saying good-bye and giving you your good-bye kiss? I know. You're upset and you don't feel good. Why don't you go back to bed for a while and get some rest, I'll have some coffee ready and wake you up before it's time to go to the show." He smiled again. I nodded and pulled him into a hug. I'm really very grateful for him.
Then I left him to do his thing, stopping by Jepha's room to grab the stuff I'd left in there the night before.
I noticed Gerard's hoodie lying on the floor and picked it up. It smelled just like him…smoke, his deodorant, the faint smell of faded Axe…
I sighed and held the hoodie to my chest, closing my eyes and imagining him in the soft black fabric, standing here in my arms.
I opened my eyes and smiled as I realized that I'd get to see him again, later on that night. I took his hoodie with me back to my room, laying down on the bed and snuggling with it, closing my eyes again and slipping into sleep.
I couldn't fucking wait for the show.