I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay

GERARD.

"What dooo I taaaake?" I whined down the phone to Brendon and Patrick, looking around my room at all the possible things to take it not yet sure of what I wanted to bring with me to probably get trashed in the forest.

They both made a sound of annoyance, Brendon muttering something under his breath and it getting quieter and quieter along with the sound of footsteps, "You annoyed Brendon so much that he walked away to get a beer." Patrick laughed at me, following behind Brendon by the sounds of it and a door opening.

"You need to hurry up, Gerard. We're gonna come over to pick you and your bags up so we can leave for today. If you want, we can help you pack when we get there in about ten minutes." I pouted even though Patrick couldn't see me and sat down with crossed arms as I heard two sets of footsteps along paved floor.

I said a goodbye to my two friends and hung up, making my way down the stairs and out of the front door, sitting on the step with my chin cupped in my hands as I stared at the gravel either side of the pathway that led up to the front door.

It was easy for me to tell when Patrick and Brendon were coming along. Now that they have both been my friends for near enough a month, it was easy to pick up their voices from a long way away. Brendon was laughing at Patrick and Patrick seemed to be panicking about something Brendon was saying.

Patrick kept telling Brendon to shush but Brendon kept on going on with the swearing, not giving Patrick what he wanted but instead providing him with a heart attack over it, "Brendon! Stop!" Patrick yelled, the both of them finally coming into view, Patrick dragging on Brendon's arm, "It's not nice!"

Brendon saw me sat there and grinned with a wave, "Gerard, tell Patrick that it's not that rude to swear in front of your friends!" I smiled, knowing what Brendon wanted me to do so I went along, standing up and bringing Patrick into a big hug.

"Alright, Pat. It's alright." I pulled back, holding onto Patrick's shoulders so I could look into his eyes, looking over at Brendon for a moment with a smile before back at Patrick, "Alright now, Pat, repeat after me: fuck."

Patrick's eyes widened with shock and he let out a gasp, Brendon laughing and walking away from us into the house, "Holy smokes Gerard! That's rude! I can't do that!" Patrick looked at me, seeming to be disappointed before following after Brendon into my house.

"C'mon in, guys. Don't worry about it, go straight to my room." I mumbled to myself as I trailed in after the two, closing the door and headed up to my room to see Brendon spaced out on the black carpeted floor and Patrick sat at the desk in the black swivel chair, "Make yourselves comfortable, I guess."

Brendon was on his phone, only just managing to grunt back to me as a reply, obviously too busy with whoever he was typing a message to, to actually reply to me with another sarcastic comment, "You don't need to worry about condoms, I got that covered for you."

I choked on my saliva, turning to stare at Brendon who hadn't even turned to look at me but he just smirked as he continued playing with his phone. I turned to Patrick who was already staring at me with wide eyes, as if he believed Brendon and thought I actually needed condoms.

"Why would I need them?" I asked, now composed with my guard up for anything else Brendon was going to throw out there, "Is that how many bases you and Frank got outta the way? You guys work fast as fuck." Brendon laughed, rolling over on the floor and jumping up so he could sit on the bed beside my two bags.

"Who's Frank?"

"I do not like him, and he doesn't like me! We have not had sex, Bren!" Brendon laughed at me, shaking his head as he ruffled through my things, "Who's Frank?" I stormed over to Brendon, knowing I was acting childish but still slapped his hands away and threw more shirts in, two black sweaters and more jeans.

"Who's Frank?"

Both me and Brendon turned to Patrick with a huff, "Mr. Iero!" We yelled together and I sighed, seeing Patrick cringe back slightly scared of how we just yelled at him for no reason, "I'm sorry, Brendon seems to think that we're together and won't admit that there's nothing happening."

Patrick made an agreeing sound, nodding as Brendon snorted, looking up at me to roll his eyes, "Yeah sure. The kisses, the smiles. That man has a weird fascination with you, Gee. Face it."

I threw in an old pair of my black converse and a very dirty white pair as back ups, "Maybe you have a weird fascination with me and Frank, Bren. What is your point, here?" Brendon done a very womanly gasp and threw the closest object- his phone- at me, hitting me right in the stomach.

"Ow!" I yelped, quickly scooping the phone up off of the floor and grinned evilly at the wide eyed boy on the floor as I started to scan read over what he was writing down in his notes;

The I.V. and your hospital bed

This was no accident

This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor

This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital

It's not so pleasant

And it's not so conventional

It sure as hell ain't normal

But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where

The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in

It's not so pleasant.

And it's not so conventional

It sure as hell ain't normal

But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back

Just sit back and relax

Just sit back, just sit back

Just sit back and relapse again

Can't take the kid from the fight

take the fight from the kid-"

By this time, Brendon had pushed himself up and off of the floor and launched himself at me, managing to get the phone off of me and knock me down to the ground, sitting on me whilst trying to hide his face away from me as he saved his work and locked his phone.

It was silent as both me and Patrick just sat there, staring at Brendon whilst trying to figure out what it was that we should do, "Brendon... Is there something you wanna talk about? Both me and Patrick are always gonna be here for you, y'know that, right?"

Brendon groaned as he pulled himself up off of me and onto the bed next to Patrick and started to run his hands over his face. Patrick sat beside him awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what to do before deciding the right thing was to wrap his arms around Brendon's shoulders and give him a hug, comfort him.

"Shit... It's not about me, guys. I would tell you now if it's about me, but it's someone else's thing, I can't do that to him." Patrick and I shared a glance, trying to figure out who it was about and what the actual message behind it was, "Bren, we're sorry."

"You mean you're sorry, Gee. This is your fault." Patrick pointed out, still rubbing circles into Brendon's back, "Everything is. I'm sorry, Bren."

It was more or less silent for the next ten or so minutes as I packed the last essential things and closed up the case, Patrick and Brendon had began to poke around my room, having a look through drawers and cabinets. It gave me anxiety to just stand back and let them do what ever they were doing, but I guess I owed it to Brendon.

I was scared they were going to find something weird or something that shouldn't be there because I wasn't exactly sure what was in the exact drawer they were looking in, nor the one below it. Usually I had everything within my room in account, but I always feared going through those two drawers in case I found something terrifying.

It hit me metaphorically in the face what was in the bottom drawer as they were nearing to the end of their ruffling through, "Guys, I'm finished, help me take these downstairs?" I whined, going over to them and slamming the drawer closed and putting my ass against it to avoid letting them open the bottom.

Both of them rolled their eyes at me but didn't question me, heading over to my bed and picking up a bag each without another word, just groaning and over reacting about how 'heavy' my bags were, "Gee, what the fuck are in these bags?!" Brendon yelled as he stumbled out of my room, Patrick following behind him.

I grinned at the door and grabbed the backpack on the bed full of things I might need during the drive there. I walked out of my room, locking the door behind me and hiding the key half way under the door, far enough so it wasn't visible and went down the stairs, seeing that Bren and Pat were waiting outside by the gate, "I'll see you later, ma!"

"See you soon, Gee! Would you like a lift to school with your stuff?"

"No, it's okay, mum, I've got two friends to help me carry my things there, don't worry about it." I smiled at my mum as she emerged from the kitchen with a mug of coffee in her hands, "Okay, are you going to say bye to Mikey?" Mum looked at me expectantly, as if it was my duty to say goodbye to Mikey.

"Mikey!" Mum yelled before even letting me have a choice in whether I saw my brother. There was a groan before footsteps were heard and my younger brother came into view and was walking down the stairs, "Oh, you're leaving today, Gee? I thought it was the last day of September."

I nodded slowly at what Mikey said, looking down at the floor and adjusting the bag strap on my shoulder awkwardly, "Yeah it's today, I guess I'll see you in a week and a half?" Mikey nodded stiffly, taking a step closer before hesitating, "You know I'm sorry, right?"

"Mikey, it doesn't matter. I'm fine, I have Patrick and Brendon now, I have Cassie too. I have Dallon, Spencer, Andy, Pete, it doesn't bother me anymore." Mikey nodded slowly and took another step towards me and slung his arms around me, "Gee, it's all my fault. I'm sorry."

What was the right for me to say to my younger brother? It was his fault that some of this happened and I haven't been wanting to talk to him since, but do you really tell your brother that it was indeed his fault? Of course not, you bare with it and try not to be a total dick to him, "Mikey, calm down, I'll text you when I get there okay?"

As soon as I left the house and we started walking towards school, both Patrick and Brendon gave me a sad smile before walking on beside me, "I forgot to tell you Gee, but you look pretty emo right now."

I laughed, Patrick and Brendon laughing too and I nodded, seeing school in the distance and nodded, "I appreciate you noticing. It was the look I was going for."

As soon as we got there, we noticed how there wasn't the two coaches that were meant to take us to the cabins and there were two groups of people, roughly thirty people pin each group and three teachers per group, huddled to discuss something.

Except, the teacher that I was looking out for wasn't there and he seemed to be missing, "Hey Bren-" I turned to see Brendon looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a 'told you so' look, "Shut up and come with me."

Both of my friends followed behind me towards the usual music room and Brendon gloated about how he was right about the whole thing and that me and Frank have something going on, but every time a teacher went past or another student, Brendon quietened down until they were out of hearing range before starting up the gloating.

"Bren, shut the fu-" I paused as I saw Frank coming out of his music room and locking it, looking back up straight at me with a huge smile breaking out, "Oh hey, Gee! Do you two wanna get your stuff from the back room now?" I looked between Mr. Iero and my two friends glaring at them.

"Is it okay if we get our stuff now? It's not like we're leaving in five minutes or something." Brendon smiled sweetly, walking behind Frank as we were led to another room that Frank had to unlock, "You guys left your stuff here and let me struggle with my things?"

Brendon snorted as he dropped my bag onto the floor and picked up his own two bags, "Where the Hell did you think our stuff was, Gee? Did you really think that me and Pat would just wear what we've got on now for a week and a half?" I picked up the bag Brendon dropped and hung it off of my shoulder.

"Fraaank!" I whined, stomping my foot. I knew exactly how stupid and childish I was acting, but I didn't really give a crap about it, Frank didn't seem to care whether I was being quiet or demanding, as long as I wasn't thinking about killing myself I think I'm alright, "What, Gee?"

"Can you carry my other bag? Please?" I smiled at him and bit on my bottom lip as my weird way of trying to persuade him to do it for me and he sighed with a nod, taking my last bag off of Patrick and walking out of the room, mumbling.

"He so wants your ass, Gee."

"Shut up." I mumbled and followed after Frank without punching Brendon. We soon got back to the two main groups, Frank placing my bag down next to him where he had stopped, right in the middle of the two groups and coughed for everyone's attention.

"Okay, so I have some potentially upsetting news, but the coaches that were supposed to take us to our cabins has been delayed and we called them off after we discussed another way of getting there. We were going to make you travel via underground and trains, but we wouldn't be able to get all of you there without further delays."

Everyone started bitching, but I on the other hand saw a slight advantage of this, what other way were we going to get there? I could use this as a way to stay with Frank a little longer, "We decided to take the schools mini vans which can hold nine in the back- with luggage and two at the front."

"That will be six mini vans in total. If anyone of you mess about when we are driving you there, there will certainly be consequences, and do not take this lightly."

Frank cast a glance over everyone before landing on me with a little smile. I guess I'm going in his mini van.