P.S., DON'T WRITE

Chapter One: Begging to be Read

I hardly opened my eyes, wishing I wasn't in the situation of waking up in the first place. I groaned and turned over onto my stomach, getting a look at the clock on my nightstand, 12:17PM. I groaned again, and managed to hardly scramble to my feet. I stumbled to my kitchen, almost limping, half asleep. The front door was opened, and I could just feel the summer sunlight seeping through into the kitchen. I looked around, seeing a note laying on the kitchen table, begging to be read.

Frankie,

Didn't want to wake you up. Went to work about an hour early for overtime, better than staying an hour late on top of my double shift. I'll be home tonight. I left some money on the counter for you and your friends, for food or whatever. Call me if there's an emergency! I love you.

Love, Mom.

P.S…Gerard Way called.

My eyes lay on the last line of the letter.

"SHIT!" I yelped out loud. Not the word I wanted to start my day off with. I practically sprinted to the phone, letter in hand. I dialed Gerard's number, each click! of the phone in sync with each beat of my heart, which was about to jump through my throat, onto the kitchen floor, and violently explode. Finally, the phone started ringing. I took a deep breath in, and put the letter back on the table. Third ring, I began to groan and walk into my room.

I started to pace. I wandered around my room, looking for some jeans and a t shirt. I picked up a Misfits shirt, putting it up to my face. If it smelled that bad, maybe I wouldn't wear it... At that moment, a hoarse, raspy voice answered his phone. "Hello?" I threw my shirt in the air and watched it fall back down to the ground. That was stupid. My heart leaped at his voice, my face must've been five different shades of beet red at that moment.

"Gerard? Hi! Listen, I'm sorry I didn't call sooner. I just woke up late, and yeah. Did you guys leave yet? I'm super sorry…You could've just come over. Did you guys have a ride? I know I said I'd pick you up, but… Ugh. Aw, man." I thought I could hear him slightly chuckle on the other end, it could just be my mind going insane.

"No, we didn't leave yet. Uh, Mikey had to baby-sit the kid down the street so we're pushing the movie to the next showtime- at three if it's okay. Pfft, the poor kid Mikey's baby-sitting. I truly feel bad for him. Mom said she's bringing Mikey to Barnes and Noble this week to drop off his application so he can make some real money. Anyway, Ray's already over. Come over as soon as you can, I'm ordering pizza in a few minutes since there's like, nothing here. I'm just trying to find that X-Men comic, I swore it was right here last night… oh shit what if Mom threw it out. Fuck. MOM?! Listen I gotta go…come over. MOM…!" click. The phone sat in my hand, glued to my ear.

I caught sense of reality, belatedly hung up and threw the phone onto my bed. I immediately started cackling on the two-minute conversation. God, that boy was really something. I threw on some jeans, pulled the Misfits t-shirt over my bare chest and slipped in some tattered Converse. I need to make some real money, too, I thought as I examined their condition. I grabbed my car keys, and started towards the door, having a feeling that I looked like absolute shit. Who cares, I was never really interested in the girls at the movies. They were all the same, there with dates anyway. So who was I impressing? Mikey? Ray? Gerard?