CHAPTER 3
NARRATIVE
A few weeks passed and Danni and Gerard went along their days normally. Danni and Frank sometimes talking about Gerard, since they liked him, including one night over the phone.
“So, I’ve been thinking about something… about Gerard.” There was a silence for a few seconds. “Oh, what?” Frank responded, wondering. Danni’s face turned red and shook her head and said, “No, nothing, never mind.” He urged her on. “Oh, come on, tell me!” Her voice shook. “I… I kind of want to kiss him.” A pause. “I mean, I think about it sometimes when I am talking to him in gym, and I really want to, but he never seems like he likes me back at all.” Frank didn’t respond right away, making her extremely nervous. “Well, I actually wish I could kiss him too. Too bad he’s as straight as a ******** arrow and he never would, seeing as he's my best friend. And, I think the reason he doesn’t act like he likes you is because of me, your boyfriend, and he just doesn’t want to mess up our perfect relationship.” Danni’s stomach hurt. She didn’t like that she liked another guy besides her boyfriend. Why did she have to like Gerard? What's so great about him? It’s not right. “I guess you’re right… do you think he’d want to kiss me too?” “Maybe, but tomorrow we are going to the Homecoming game with him, so maybe you can ask him? Or even just kiss him on the cheek.” She thought for a minute. Could she do it? Would she do it? Probably not, but it was worth a shot to try, even if Gerard hated her for even doing it.
GERARD P.O.V.
God damn it my stomach hurts. I can’t believe she even likes me. Why would she? She has that perfect boyfriend already and I can bet that she’s just messing with my head. She wouldn’t to that to me though, she even said she was one of my best friends, how could I think of such harsh things about her? I’m so messed up. I could call her, Frank gave me her number when she wasn’t around… but then again I might chicken out and that wouldn’t be good. I wish I could ******** show her how much I like her somehow, but because of Frank I can’t. God just seemed to not make life very fair for me.
I went over to my mirror dresser and groaned as I tried to fix a stray hair that she had always said was cute. Staring back at myself, the anger in me grew stronger because of how unfair it was that I couldn't have Danni because she's already my best friends girlfriend. I knew even if he left her, that I couldn't be with his ex. That's just not right. My face was turning a slight shade of red and all of the sudden I exploded with frustration. I threw my fist at the mirror causing it to shatter in the place that I hit it. As the pain shot up my arm, the blood trickled out of my knuckles when I relaxed my hand. "********!" I screamed out of all of the mixed emotions and pain at the same time. I swiftly opened my lower drawer in my dresser and got out a dirty old t-shirt and wrapped it around my hand, tying at the top to stop the bleeding. All of my thoughts in my head were cut off as my cell phone buzzed in my left pocket. I reached down hoping it was her. DAMN IT, it’s my brother, Mikey. What could he want?
“Hello?” I tried my hardest not to sound too irritated. "Hey…", I could hear the confusion in his voice because I was annoyed at his calling, "Mom just wanted to know if you had a ride to that Homecoming thing tomorrow night, because if you didn’t then I will have to take you or you can’t go.” I sighed. Everything reminds me of her. I wish I could go to the Homecoming dance with her, but no, Frank has to be with her. “No, I thought Mom was taking me to the game, not you.” “She made plans to go to dinner with this man from work to have a business meeting. I guess that means I have to take you then.” Great, my brother driving me is always a ton of fun. He’ll be bitchy and s**t about it. I wish my god damn car was working. “Yeah, you do.” My brother quickly said ‘ok’ and hung up the phone. For once he actually didn’t sound too annoyed at having to take me somewhere, which is unusual since he ignores me sometimes, but I won’t complain. I got back up onto my soft bed to try and get some sleep early tonight. It was only 6:00 p.m., but tomorrow I’d be up late, and then the next day I’d be going to Florida! I couldn’t wait for that. The thoughts of before took over my mind once again and I drifted into a deep, dream-filled sleep.
DANNI’S P.O.V.
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I can’t ever ******** sleep. I looked over at the clock to see how late it actually was. It felt as if it were 3 in the morning. Only 1 a.m.? Jeez, that’s horrible. I sat there thinking to myself for a few more hours, Frank was already asleep and I just didn’t want to call him and wake him up. I hated doing that even though he always told me to call him if I couldn’t sleep. I don’t listen very well. I shrugged off my thoughts and shut my eyes for the last time before sleeping and falling into a creepy dream of Gerard cutting himself and Frank being hanged from my garage and myself walking in to find him that way.
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