Plaid Skirts and Handcuffs

Chapter 4

I held onto the girl's hips as she ground against me. Music blasted through the house as people partied. The two of us were in the middle of the crowd of dancing people. I'm not sure what her name was, but I knew she was positively drunk and I was definitely buzzed. I moved her long, dark hair out of the way, kissing along the back of her neck.

"Iero!" Someone shouted.

I jumped back in shock, the girl looking at me with annoyance before walking away. I turned to Brendon with an irritated look.

"The f**k is your problem?" I asked.

"Come here," Brendon said, pulling me out of the crowd by my arm.

We walked over to where Pete and Bob was. Brendon handed me a beer, which I took hastily, giving him a dirty look.

"What's up with you?" Bob asked me.

"He's pissed because I totally just took him from some hot chick," Brendon replied for me.

I rolled my eyes, sitting down on one of the couches as they followed. We hung out for a couple hours, occasionally one of us would leave to go make out with some chick or something along those lines, most likely even more than making out. The party started dying down, people started to leave and the music was subdued to simply background noise.

"You know, Hayley never showed up," I complained, feeling myself drunk.

"f**k her," Pete grumbled.

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to do," I stated.

"Oh, poor boy," Lindsey said in mock pity.

"Fine, it might just be your ass that has to fill in instead," I said.

She rolled her eyes, taking another swig of her drink.

"Dude, we should prank the Way boy," Pete suggested, clearly a little more drunk than the rest of us. "He doesn't live too far from here."

"That idea is f*****g amazing," Brendon agreed.

And that's how the six of us ended up outside the Way residence with a black duffel bag. The Way house was massive, looming over us with grey walls. In the back was a pool and a tennis court, things everyone dreams of having. The house could be on a poster for richest people in America. Hell, the whole family could be on that poster. Parents Donald and Donna with their son Michael. It was a perfect family in a perfect home. Donald is some sort of CEO man for a worldwide company. Donna is a retired model, who used to spend her days walking the runway but soon quit to take care of her son when he was born. And Michael, most commonly known as Mikey, was a straight A student who excelled at everything.

"These fuckers get what's coming for them," Brendon muttered.

He set the bag down, opening it up. He pulled out rolls of toilet papers, cans of spraypaint and cartons of eggs. We were laughing as we threw the toilet paper, draping it over anything we could and shushing each other when someone laughed too loudly, which only caused us to fall into more fits of giggles.

"s**t," Jamia muttered.

We looked over and saw that she was holding an empty carton of eggs, the little white eggs having fallen out and onto the ground. Luckily, due to the soft, manicured grass, none of them broke. Bob was writing with spraypaint on the side of the house while we ran out of toilet paper, moving on to the eggs. We chucked them, hitting the side of the house and thanking to heaven above that it wasn't loud enough to wake the family that resided inside.

"This is all that's left," Lindsey said, picking up some eggs on the ground that Jamia had dropped earlier.

Pete grabbed one, chucking it at the house. It hit a window, flying through and shattering it. We all fell silent, staring at the window until a cry sounded out.

"Dad!" Someone shouted.

"That wasn't an egg, you moron," Brendon hissed, hitting Pete upside the head. "That was a f*****g rock, you f*****g dipshit."

"f**k off, I'm not sober enough to really tell the difference," Pete spat, pushing him.

Brendon pushed him back and it looked as though they were about to get into a fight when Bob intervened.

"You two can save your sissy fights for later," he said. "We need to leave."

We looked back at the house, where a lot of the lights were turned on at this point.

"What the f**k do you kids think you're doing?!" A voice yelled.

"s**t," we muttered.

We started running back to Brendon's car as fast as we could. Due to my drunken state, I didn't notice the bush as I tripped over it. I groaned, feeling dizzy. A hand latched onto the collar of my leather jacket, pulling me up to my feet. My friends were long gone as I was dragged into the house.

"You're in big trouble," Donald muttered.

He slammed the door behind us, sitting me down on a stool at the kitchen counter and picking up his phone.

"No! Don't call the police!" I exclaimed.

"Why shouldn't I?" he asked. "You vandalized my house and hurt my son."

"Please, I'll clean it all up, I promise, just please don't call the police," I begged.

There was crying elsewhere in the house and I saw Mikey walk in. He stopped short, staring at me in slight fear. Wait, I thought Donald just said I hurt his son. Well, Pete hurt his son actually. Mikey seems perfectly fine, who is it then that's crying?

"Mikey," a voice whimpered.

None other than Gerard Way stepped out behind Mikey, his shin red and bleeding slightly.

"Wait, you two are brothers?" I asked.

Gee nodded, sniffing as he wrapped his arms around Mikey.

"It hurts," he whined.

That seemed to pull Mikey out of his thoughts as he lead Gee into another room. They came out a moment later, Gerard sporting a new princess band-aid on his shin. Donald leaned closer to me, his face inches away and lips almost brushing mine. I leaned away, looking at him weirdly.

"Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?" He asked suspiciously.

"No, that's just d**k," I said before I could think.

He looked at me disapprovingly and picked up his phone again.

"No! Please don't!" I said quickly. "I'm sorry."

Donald set the phone down, looking irritated.

"Fine, but you're cleaning this all up, if not then I'm calling the police," he said.

I nodded and he muttered under his breath.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," he said, walking out the door to inspect the damage that was caused.

I looked at Gerard, who was sitting on the counter while Mikey held an ice pack against his shin. I remarked the fact that Gee wasn't wearing any pants, having only been clad in a large t-shirt and a pair of panties. Actually, I recognize the shirt to belong to Mikey.

"I didn't know you two were siblings," I said.

"Well, we aren't exactly friends, of course you wouldn't know," Mikey said coldly.

"How'd you get hurt anyways?" I asked.

"I-I was just in bedroom and a rock j-just flew through the window and h-hit me," Gerard said, stumbling of his words as he hiccuped from crying.

I nodded, resting my arms on the granite counter and my head on my arms, feeling the alcohol making me tired.

"Don't fall asleep," Mikey said.

I lifted my head up and groaned.

"Alright, Gee, back to bed," Mikey said.

Gee lifted his arms up, making grabby hands. Mikey rolled his eyes, letting Gerard wrap his legs around his waist and carry him to his bedroom. I was alone for five minutes, dozing off until Donald walked back in.

"You got a ride home?" He asked and I shook my head tiredly. "What about a phone?"

I patted my pockets and felt them empty, remembering that I had left it in Brendon's car. I shook my head again and Donald looked even more annoyed.

"Well, I'm not driving you across town," he muttered. "You can sleep on the couch. Good for me because that means bright and early you can start fixing what you broke."

He lead me to where the couch was, and I was asleep within a matter of seconds.

-+-

I felt a blanket on me when I woke up. I sighed, wrapping the fuzzy pink fabric tighter around me. A finger poked my cheek and I groaned, sleepily swatting it away.

"Gee, get away from him," Mikey said.

"But he's snoring and it's annoying me, I'm trying to concentrate on my puzzle," Gerard complained.

I peeked my eyes open, looking at Gerard's face that was right in front of mine. Gerard smiled proudly at me.

"Morning, sleepy head," he said. "Stop snoring please."

I groaned, sitting up as he went back over, sitting beside the coffee table where a puzzle was scrambled up in front of him. I felt a pounding in my head and I groaned.

"Better get to work or else my dad will actually call the police," Mikey said.

"Can I at least have a Tylenol or something for this hangover?" I asked.

Mikey sighed, standing up from where he was sitting in a chair, leaving the room to presumably get the medicine I asked for. I watched Gee sort through the puzzle pieces, a look of utter concentration on his face. Mikey came back, handing me two pills. I swallowed them and he set a bucket of cleaning supplies down onto the coffee table. Gerard scrunched up his nose, pushing it to the edge so it wasn't so close to him.

"Well, get to work," Mikey stated.

I glared at him, ignoring the pounding in my head as I grabbed the bucket and headed outside. After two hours of cleaning, I managed to get all of the toilet paper off the trees and building and was beginning to scrub at the now dried eggs that was on the wall. At this point, my hangover has passed and Gerard was outside by me blowing bubbles.

"I'm gonna make some hot chocolate," Gee decided. "Do you want some, Frankie?"

I nodded, shivering from the cold, fall weather. Gee smiled happily, skipping inside to make our drinks. Fifteen minutes later he came back out with two mugs in his hands. I stepped off the ladder and walked towards him. He handed me the plain black mug, keeping the Cinderella one for himself. The hot chocolate was steaming, covered in whipped cream, colorful marshmallows, and sprinkled with cocoa powder.

"Thanks," I said.

The two of us sat on the ground, leaning against the wall side by side.

"You're pretty," Gee remarked.

"So are you," I repeated.

Gerard giggled, his cheeks turning rosy pink. He drank from his mug then smoothed out his skirt. I gave him a smile, making him blush again.

"Why were you expelled from your old school, Gee?" I asked.

"Because I wore the girls uniform and they didn't like that and I didn't want to be forced to wear pants for the next two years," Gerard explained.

"They didn't care before?" I asked.

"Before we didn't have a principal that was such a butthead," Gee complained. "But I still kept the uniform! It's so cute! Let me show you!"

I made sure to not spill my drink as Gee laughed, dragging me up to his room.