A/N: Another really quick chapter of this!

Hehe….Gerard. I love him. So much.

Yepp! So, some more Johnny and Drunk!/Stoned!Christian XDD

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I woke up the next to the sound of shouting in the living room. My eyes shot open, heart pounding. The only person who would ever do that was…Jimmy. Was I dreaming? Or maybe the last week was a dream all of it. From the moment of his death until watching Gloria drags my spirits deeper into hell. I begged and hoped it to be one long dream…and I ran out of my bed, into the living room, my wrists still stained with dried blood, not caring now. I excitedly got to the room, a smile on my face….but it faded as soon as I saw that it wasn't Jimmy.

Jimmy was dead. He needed a replacement. Gloria still hated me.

It was Johnny. He somehow made his way over here, tears in his eyes, yelling at Whatsername for a reason I couldn't make out since it was muffled too much. My heart fell to my stomach as I laid eyes on him… I couldn't…I just couldn't….

"I'm done…I can't do it anymore…"

"Why?" I asked, trying to stop myself from shaking.

"J-Johnny's gone…" Jimmy whispered, the gun clutched even more tightly in his hand.

"It's not a reason to kill yourself!"

"You don't know what this is like…" I heard him cock the gun, scaring the shit out of me.

Silence.

BANG.

I just stared at the two, who had stopped their petty lover's spat and stared right back at me. I started to back up, in shock and pain, making sure to hide my wrists before someone noticed.

"Christian…" Whatsername sighed, happy to get out of the conversation. "Are you ok?"

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I asked angrily, refusing to make eye contact with Johnny.

"Christian, I wanted to talk to you…" he quietly mumbled, looking at his feet. "No one told me that Jimmy…" he began to cry again. "that Jimmy died….."

"Well whose fault is that?" I retorted almost cruelly. If he wanted to be involved in Jimmy's life, why did he hurt him so badly.

The tears were flooding his eyes by now, unable to control himself. "Please… I-I don't know what do. I loved him so much…"

"It's your own fucking fault he's dead! He killed himself because of you!" I didn't care how he reacted, I just ran back to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.

I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my dirtying jeans and just threw myself onto the bed. I dialed the ever familiar number and waited for an answer. I was ready. I could do this. For Jimmy.

Gerard's freshly-woken raspy voice rang from the other line. "Hello?"

"It's Christian. Get the dope. St. Jimmy's making a comeback. Tonight."

I don't even know why I did it. I knew I didn't want to take his place, but I had to. He had to be avenged somehow… So wherever he was now, he knew that he was still cared for. That he might have had something to live for…

I changed into clean clothes, all in black, just like he used to. It was like a signal. It's how they knew you were there. I spiked my hair up as high as it could go, its dark brown being infiltrated by a single menacing streak of blond. Needless to say….I looked like Jimmy.

I looked at myself one last time, just to make sure everything was perfect. Only my bare skin shone through to me. Piercing-less. Tattoo-less. I looked like a wimp. No one would respect me if I looked like a fucking virginal schoolboy. It would have to do for the first night… There were desperate junkies already lining the streets, waiting for me, their savior. As overwhelming as it seemed…I was calm.

By the time I made it over to Gerard's place, he was already as high as a kite. He was half-sprawled over his couch, a movie playing loudly even though he wasn't watching it. His girlfriend let me in, rolling her eyes as he let out a loud laugh when I walked in.

"Well, hello, Saint. Glad to have you back." He smirked, hugging me quickly, eyeing me up and down. "You look just like him."

"That was the plan…" I semi-smirked, looking at the television after a loud noise had come from it, startling the both of us. "In Treatment again?"

"Of course…" he responded with a stupid, high smirk of his own. "Shall we go lead those lost souls to salvation?"

I nodded and full-out smiled this time. "Let's do this…"

As of tonight, I was the resident leader of the lost and found.

I was a god to them. They worshipped the fucking ground I walked on. People throwing themselves at me, handing me wads of cash after wads of cash just for that little packet of powder that their bodies craved so much. I made my way through my route in no time, much faster than Jimmy had been towards the end.

Once we were finished, Gerard took me and a huge group of other people out to celebrate the new addition to the legacy. They cheered for me as I walked them. I was getting such a high just from being the center of their attention. But then I shot up along with them…. It hit my body hard, since I hadn't shot up in weeks, but my body wanted it anyway. It craved it…

I still remember the first time I shot up…

I was about thirteen. I had been with Jimmy for a year and nothing could've been better. He gave me a place to stay, clothes to wear, food to eat and some of the best fucking times in my life. I had been following him around to his routes since the day I met him. I saw him hand out the white powder, wondering why the customers wanted it so badly and why Jimmy wanted it himself.

We were sitting home one day, about to go out on his daily routine, when I suddenly asked, "What is that?" I pointed to the little bag of the drug that he was about to inject into himself.

"Aren't you a little young to be worrying about that?" He asked, ignoring me and shooting up.

"I'm just….curious."

He grabbed the bag and handed it to me and explained. "It's heroin. Dope. Highly addictive. But the rush is so fucking worth it."

"Why do they want it so bad?"

"Because they're addicted. They can't get enough of it and their bodies need it. Which means more of a profit for us, kid."

"Why do you use it?"

He shrugged and let the high hit him. "I dunno….takes away all the shit, you know? It helps…"

I nodded, waiting a few elongated seconds before quietly asking, "Can I try it?"

He nodded, grabbing the syringe and cleaning it off quickly. "Be my guest." He prepared the powder, melting it in a spoon over a lighter, pouring it perfectly into the syringe, making sure that it was perfect and clear. He took the band from around his arm and tied it around my own, finding a vein immediately. "Wow, kid, you were born to be a junkie…" he laughed, preparing the needle for penetration. And before I knew it, the needle was in, a warm feeling enveloped my body….it felt almost too good. I stayed strong for a minute until the nausea began. Clutching my stomach, my body began to shake a bit, not used to this intensity.

"How do you like this?" I asked, my voice shaking as well.

"It's tough on your first try…you're not used to it."

I shook my head and looked up at him with a straight face. "I'm never gonna shoot up heroin again…"

Too bad that didn't last…

I was stoned off my ass by now. And so was everyone around me, now drunk as well. A drunken and even more stoned Gerard finally stood up in the middle of the room and raised his glass high in the air, shouting over the noise of everyone in the bar.

"To Christian! St. Jimmy's fucking back, bitches!"

Everyone let out a loud cheer and I received a few pats on the back and other congratulatory gestures. There was this sexy-looking girl who smiled and made her way over to me.

"So, apparently I hear you're just like Jimmy…"

I shrugged and replied, "Then you heard right…."

She moved in a little closer, definitely invading my personal bubble. "Well, then….are you just like him in bed too?"

I knew I was getting laid tonight. I winked and answered smoothly, "We'll just have to find that out then, won't we?" She threw me a flirtatious wink and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the bar. I guess we were going to my place. I had no clue. I was stoned out of my mind….

But we found my street, giggling and laughing like a bunch of drunk idiots that we were. I looked up at the building across from mine. There in the window was the familiar blonde and green hair staring at me. Gloria.

My stomach seemed to twist as I chuckled to myself, finding a rock on the ground and throwing it at her window. I did this a few times before I got any sort of reaction from her. I laughed at nothing and just shouted into the air, not caring how late it was. "HEY GLORIA!" That got her attention. I watched as she opened her window and looked down at me.

"Christian?"

"SAY YOUR PRAYERS AND LIGHT A FIRE! WE'RE GONNA START A WAR!"

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at me. "Are you drunk?"

"And stoned….and horny." I threw a wink at the other girl who still stood next to me. But my eyes were still on her. "We have room for one more if you wanna join us, babe."

"You're ridiculous…" she groaned, going to shut her window.

"WELL FINE,BITCH! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING MISSING!" I just heard her window slam shut as I threw both my middle fingers up to her. I turned back to my girl and led her into my building.

Who gave a shit about fucking pure Gloria?

I woke up the next morning, my entire lower body sore. I had no idea how long I fucked that girl for, but it was getting back at me now. She was still sleeping next to me. My head wanted to explode. I had the world's worst hangover….

Oh shit….is this my life?

Dear Jimmy,

I'm fucking loving this. I'm wanted here. I'm loved. They all want me. They worship every little thing I do and I can get away with anything. I don't see how anyone could not love this life. I've gotten everything I ever wanted all in one night…. Except for Gloria. Yeah, I was a jackass to her last night… She knows I'm full of shit. But she thinks I'm cute…or was it the opposite?

Whatever…

-Christian

A/N: awwww….

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