Twisted Vines, chapter 3
"That's not what he told us Cam... " Tre repeated, following my gaze slowly.
"No, he told you guys at dinner that we weren't an item" I said, furrowing my brow in confusion.
"This morning at the stadium where we're performing he was lookin' pretty shifty and whispering something to Frank about you... " He sighed "... well, he wasn't exactly telling us, but you get the idea"
I looked down, feeling slightly guilty about Gerard's actions. "Tre... " I began, fumbling with my skirt "I don't know how I feel about him; or what I feel about anyone anymore... "
Tre nodded, showing he understood and I felt like I could have told him anything; so I did.
I told him about why Gerard had left, what happened once he had left, what I felt for Gerard then, and when I met up with him after all those years.
"Thirty one... thirty two... thirty three... thirty four... "
"Cameron... ?"
I looked up, a male voice sounding from the doorway.
There stood Mikey; the light making a glow effect on his black shirt.
"Go away Mikey... I'm counting the lines in the room" I said spitefully; he was a Way, I couldn't talk to him.
He'd just go running to Gerard and try to make it all better.
"Cam... " He started
"I don't wanna hear your sympathy bullshit" I said going back to stare at my roof.
"Fucking don't give me that Cam, I'll miss him as much as you will, and that's a hell of a lot"
"No it isn't, I won't miss him"
"Yes you will"
I felt the bed lurch underneath me and Mikey's head landed on my stomach. He looked at me; his eyes swimming with tears that failed to make their way out of his eyes.
"I love him... " he whispered, reaching up to wrap his arms around my waist.
Mikey really was my little brother too.
"... And so do you Cameron... "
I nodded, sitting up with him, grabbing his hand and following him out of my dark house.
The light outside was excruciatingly bright; I squinted and looked across the road to the Way's old gothic home, taking a deep breath and small steps; my hand still connected with Mikey's; across the road to his house.
There I saw Gerard walking out of the house, hugging a cardboard box and walking over to his car with a pained expression on his face.
I saw him look up and catch my eye; dropping his books clumsily and hitting his elbow against the side view mirror. I still walked with Mikey; squeezing his hand as Gerard threw him a questioning look and went to pick up the magazines that had fallen out of the cardboard box.
"Hey Gee!" Mikey called; we had now officially crossed the street and were walking up to Gerard's car.
Just steps closer to hell; and breaking down.
"Hey... " I said, bending down and helping him pick up the magazines.
Mikey's hand had left mine and I heard him slam the front door shut.
"Hey" Gerard said; standing up and putting the magazines back in the box; I did the same, flushing a bright red as I felt his eyes on me; either that, or his mothers eyes.
"How are... " he began, but was cut of with me wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly in a hug.
"Gerard I love you too" I whispered in his ear; my breath making him shiver and hold me closer to him.
We stood like that for about twenty minutes; just holding each other.
I didn't want an explanation then; I just wanted to be like that with him forever.
"Shit Cam... I wanna fucking rip his arms off now."
I looked at Tre; and I seriously did believe that he was going to brutally murder Gerard because of the look on his face.
"Don't... " I whispered, staring out into the door of the recording studio.
I soon felt myself being guided by Tre into the recording studio where a whole group of men were standing around a table, pointing things out and mumbling under their breath.
I recognized the members of Green Day, Ray and Mikey.
Mikey turned around and grinned at me.
"Hey Cam" He said, I grinned back.
"Hey lil' bro" I said hugging him and looking at one of the people crowded around the table.
"Oh my fucking god... " I mumbled, staring at him in the eye; he had a cocky grin on his face and I knew, from the moment I locked eyes with him, Frank Iero was still the cheeky little fucker I used to hang out with.
"FRANKIE!" I exclaimed running around the table to him where he picked me up and spun me around; holding me tightly around the waist so I wouldn't fall.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked sarcastically "You ain't Cameron Sutton-Clarke, Cameron's not as pretty as you, and she didn't give me a tent in my pants when I saw her"
I giggled and pressed my forehead to his "I hate you" I mumbled.
"CAMMY!" He yelled, louder than I had; the group of men erupted with laughter.
"You are Cameron! Shit... you're hot" He said putting me down, taking my hand and spinning me around.
"Gee said you hadn't changed" he stated "He was most certainly blind"
I took a moment to take a good look at him. His hair was still black as I remembered it; a load of tattoos decorating his arms and more piercings, but still my Frankie.
"Well, you're still at steaming as I remember you" I said; turning around to face the group, the only people there I didn't recognize were a few laid back looking men, slanting on their chairs.
"You must be Cameron; the one I had to hear about day in day out from those three" one said, pointing to Mikey, then Frank, then jerking his thumb towards the back room.
He outstretched his hand for me to shake "Bob" He said winking at me as I shook his hand; a little confused. I then realized he was the drummer. Duh.
"Cam... ?" I heard Frank whisper into my ear "Mr. Darkness is staring at you"
I looked up from Bob to the door of the back room where Gerard walked in; wearing headphones around his neck, a black shirt with the words 'I fucking hate you already' in red and a pair of black jeans.
He looked absolutely scrumptious.
I looked around, only to find that nobody was paying attention to the fact that I was undressing him with my eyes.
Gerard hooked his finger at me and I followed him into the back room; shutting it behind me when I heard Frank hooting and hollering at us from the other room.
He sat on the couch and pulled me down with him; watching me intently without saying a word.
I was so not going to say anything until he did.
"How'd you get here?" He asked, brushing hair out of my face.
"Tre" I said, moving closer as he did; this was not good.
I came here with the intention of doing something other than wanting to lead him into a broom closet and I'm already drawn in like a fish that's stupid enough to go for the bait.
His head dipped and I felt all the energy being drained out of me as he kissed me, again, and again.
He moved over and breathed into my neck; sending my senses off into a sort of happy dance.
Gerard was now fully on top of me; running his hands down my neck to my shirt where he started to unbutton it.
"Gerard... " I tried to say, but it came out as a slight squeak but he heard me anyway.
"Hmmm... ?" he mumbled kissing my neck.
"... I... didn't... come... here... to... .fuck... you... " I whispered, my breath was shallow and when I felt him get off me and slide onto the other side of the couch I felt like I had minutes ago.
Confusion was the most fucked up feeling. It didn't make sense to me, and I hated it with a passion.
"What is it?" Gerard asked, brushing his hair back behind his ear and fighting back a smirk that I knew he couldn't hold onto to very long.
"Tre said something to me today" I started not wanting to look at his eyes; so I decided to glare at my converses instead.
"I was telling him about us not being a couple, and yet he seemed to believe that you told him we were"
I saw heard Gerard shuffle uncomfortably next to me. He hated it when I emphasized words.
"Uh... well... " he began; I knew he was going to make up another lie just to keep me.
I hoped I didn't have to yell. Frank would be at me for months.
"I sorta thought it'd be okay, since you know, well... Cam, listen, I was... uh... excited and I uh... don't hate me... "
There they were; those god forsaken puppy eyes again; you know the ones, if you have watched the 'Helena' video as many times as I had you know what look I'm talking about.
And there they were; staring at me straight in the eye, begging me for forgiveness.
"Cam... "
I felt my feet moving but not my body; I had to let my anger out on something and it couldn't be him-because he was just going to make me forgive him.
Again.
I rushed past the room full of people; shooting my usual peace sign instead of a wave in Mikey's direction and practically jumping out the door.
I felt tears beginning to get to my eyes; but I wasn't going to let them see the light of day.
"Cameron!" As I stood in the middle of the car park I heard a voice, I was expecting Gerard to come running after me but...
"Tre?"
"No, he told you guys at dinner that we weren't an item" I said, furrowing my brow in confusion.
"This morning at the stadium where we're performing he was lookin' pretty shifty and whispering something to Frank about you... " He sighed "... well, he wasn't exactly telling us, but you get the idea"
I looked down, feeling slightly guilty about Gerard's actions. "Tre... " I began, fumbling with my skirt "I don't know how I feel about him; or what I feel about anyone anymore... "
Tre nodded, showing he understood and I felt like I could have told him anything; so I did.
I told him about why Gerard had left, what happened once he had left, what I felt for Gerard then, and when I met up with him after all those years.
"Thirty one... thirty two... thirty three... thirty four... "
"Cameron... ?"
I looked up, a male voice sounding from the doorway.
There stood Mikey; the light making a glow effect on his black shirt.
"Go away Mikey... I'm counting the lines in the room" I said spitefully; he was a Way, I couldn't talk to him.
He'd just go running to Gerard and try to make it all better.
"Cam... " He started
"I don't wanna hear your sympathy bullshit" I said going back to stare at my roof.
"Fucking don't give me that Cam, I'll miss him as much as you will, and that's a hell of a lot"
"No it isn't, I won't miss him"
"Yes you will"
I felt the bed lurch underneath me and Mikey's head landed on my stomach. He looked at me; his eyes swimming with tears that failed to make their way out of his eyes.
"I love him... " he whispered, reaching up to wrap his arms around my waist.
Mikey really was my little brother too.
"... And so do you Cameron... "
I nodded, sitting up with him, grabbing his hand and following him out of my dark house.
The light outside was excruciatingly bright; I squinted and looked across the road to the Way's old gothic home, taking a deep breath and small steps; my hand still connected with Mikey's; across the road to his house.
There I saw Gerard walking out of the house, hugging a cardboard box and walking over to his car with a pained expression on his face.
I saw him look up and catch my eye; dropping his books clumsily and hitting his elbow against the side view mirror. I still walked with Mikey; squeezing his hand as Gerard threw him a questioning look and went to pick up the magazines that had fallen out of the cardboard box.
"Hey Gee!" Mikey called; we had now officially crossed the street and were walking up to Gerard's car.
Just steps closer to hell; and breaking down.
"Hey... " I said, bending down and helping him pick up the magazines.
Mikey's hand had left mine and I heard him slam the front door shut.
"Hey" Gerard said; standing up and putting the magazines back in the box; I did the same, flushing a bright red as I felt his eyes on me; either that, or his mothers eyes.
"How are... " he began, but was cut of with me wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly in a hug.
"Gerard I love you too" I whispered in his ear; my breath making him shiver and hold me closer to him.
We stood like that for about twenty minutes; just holding each other.
I didn't want an explanation then; I just wanted to be like that with him forever.
"Shit Cam... I wanna fucking rip his arms off now."
I looked at Tre; and I seriously did believe that he was going to brutally murder Gerard because of the look on his face.
"Don't... " I whispered, staring out into the door of the recording studio.
I soon felt myself being guided by Tre into the recording studio where a whole group of men were standing around a table, pointing things out and mumbling under their breath.
I recognized the members of Green Day, Ray and Mikey.
Mikey turned around and grinned at me.
"Hey Cam" He said, I grinned back.
"Hey lil' bro" I said hugging him and looking at one of the people crowded around the table.
"Oh my fucking god... " I mumbled, staring at him in the eye; he had a cocky grin on his face and I knew, from the moment I locked eyes with him, Frank Iero was still the cheeky little fucker I used to hang out with.
"FRANKIE!" I exclaimed running around the table to him where he picked me up and spun me around; holding me tightly around the waist so I wouldn't fall.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked sarcastically "You ain't Cameron Sutton-Clarke, Cameron's not as pretty as you, and she didn't give me a tent in my pants when I saw her"
I giggled and pressed my forehead to his "I hate you" I mumbled.
"CAMMY!" He yelled, louder than I had; the group of men erupted with laughter.
"You are Cameron! Shit... you're hot" He said putting me down, taking my hand and spinning me around.
"Gee said you hadn't changed" he stated "He was most certainly blind"
I took a moment to take a good look at him. His hair was still black as I remembered it; a load of tattoos decorating his arms and more piercings, but still my Frankie.
"Well, you're still at steaming as I remember you" I said; turning around to face the group, the only people there I didn't recognize were a few laid back looking men, slanting on their chairs.
"You must be Cameron; the one I had to hear about day in day out from those three" one said, pointing to Mikey, then Frank, then jerking his thumb towards the back room.
He outstretched his hand for me to shake "Bob" He said winking at me as I shook his hand; a little confused. I then realized he was the drummer. Duh.
"Cam... ?" I heard Frank whisper into my ear "Mr. Darkness is staring at you"
I looked up from Bob to the door of the back room where Gerard walked in; wearing headphones around his neck, a black shirt with the words 'I fucking hate you already' in red and a pair of black jeans.
He looked absolutely scrumptious.
I looked around, only to find that nobody was paying attention to the fact that I was undressing him with my eyes.
Gerard hooked his finger at me and I followed him into the back room; shutting it behind me when I heard Frank hooting and hollering at us from the other room.
He sat on the couch and pulled me down with him; watching me intently without saying a word.
I was so not going to say anything until he did.
"How'd you get here?" He asked, brushing hair out of my face.
"Tre" I said, moving closer as he did; this was not good.
I came here with the intention of doing something other than wanting to lead him into a broom closet and I'm already drawn in like a fish that's stupid enough to go for the bait.
His head dipped and I felt all the energy being drained out of me as he kissed me, again, and again.
He moved over and breathed into my neck; sending my senses off into a sort of happy dance.
Gerard was now fully on top of me; running his hands down my neck to my shirt where he started to unbutton it.
"Gerard... " I tried to say, but it came out as a slight squeak but he heard me anyway.
"Hmmm... ?" he mumbled kissing my neck.
"... I... didn't... come... here... to... .fuck... you... " I whispered, my breath was shallow and when I felt him get off me and slide onto the other side of the couch I felt like I had minutes ago.
Confusion was the most fucked up feeling. It didn't make sense to me, and I hated it with a passion.
"What is it?" Gerard asked, brushing his hair back behind his ear and fighting back a smirk that I knew he couldn't hold onto to very long.
"Tre said something to me today" I started not wanting to look at his eyes; so I decided to glare at my converses instead.
"I was telling him about us not being a couple, and yet he seemed to believe that you told him we were"
I saw heard Gerard shuffle uncomfortably next to me. He hated it when I emphasized words.
"Uh... well... " he began; I knew he was going to make up another lie just to keep me.
I hoped I didn't have to yell. Frank would be at me for months.
"I sorta thought it'd be okay, since you know, well... Cam, listen, I was... uh... excited and I uh... don't hate me... "
There they were; those god forsaken puppy eyes again; you know the ones, if you have watched the 'Helena' video as many times as I had you know what look I'm talking about.
And there they were; staring at me straight in the eye, begging me for forgiveness.
"Cam... "
I felt my feet moving but not my body; I had to let my anger out on something and it couldn't be him-because he was just going to make me forgive him.
Again.
I rushed past the room full of people; shooting my usual peace sign instead of a wave in Mikey's direction and practically jumping out the door.
I felt tears beginning to get to my eyes; but I wasn't going to let them see the light of day.
"Cameron!" As I stood in the middle of the car park I heard a voice, I was expecting Gerard to come running after me but...
"Tre?"
