Twisted Vines, chapter 5
When Mikey Way looks at you as if you're the cutest thing in the world and tells you that the decision that involves his brother will be the right one, you can't help but think about the choice you have to make.
Gerard or Tre.
Tre or Gerard.
Tre.
Gerard.
Tre.
Gerard.
Tre.
Gerard.
...Neither...
I had spent all night contemplating what to do, and I still didn't know a week later.
I hadn't talked to either Tre or Gerard, but I had in fact been having daily talk downs from Mikey, who reminded me that what ever decision I made would be easy to handle.
Bullshit.
He was only saying that because I know deep down in his heart, he wanted me to choose Gerard because he's seen the things that Gee had to go through in the past few years with the drugs and the booze. He just wanted to see his older brother happy.
The problem was, was I the one to make him happy?
So, the realization was that I couldn't really trust Mikey, no matter how much I loved him. I needed the advice from someone who didn't know either Tre or Gerard.
After going through my phone book on Friday night and deciding that my mother wouldn't be the best choice because she remembered Gerard like no other as; "That cute little dark boy who didn't like to talk."
I found the perfect person, Dee.
Dee was my very best friend who moved to Australia years ago with her boyfriend. Talk about committing.
I had been upset for weeks after she left, being just about the only person I could talk to and feel comfortable with. She had apologized and apologized but she needed to get away from that town, she needed to get away from her old life and start a new one in a new country.
That's how I found myself stepping into Sydney airport, bags in hand; looking around for the girl I knew and loved.
Then I heard a voice that I instantly recognized calling "Cam! Cam! Cameron Sutton-Clarke! Left... No... RIGHT!"
I turned around when I heard 'Left' and bumped into a chauffeur "Sorry" I mumble before side stepping him and turning around in a little circle to see Dee grinning like a maniac and jumping up and down.
"Dee!" I exclaim running over to her.
She was still my old little Dee, her tanned skin from being pushed out into the sun as a kid, her bright smile, and her small figure.
She ran too, crashing into me as I stopped and she still ran; recovering from the blow she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. Sort of reminded me of the time when she used to run into her bed all the time and get these huge bruises.
"You have no idea how much I fucking missed you!"
Shushing her because a couple of people were glaring at us at her language and shrieking voice that was most abnormal right now we headed out of the airport, Dee fussing over how different I looked.
We chatted non stop to the car where a man with a hell of a lot of piercings, a tattoo twisting up his arm, with black hair and a red streak on his side fringe stood slumped up against the car door grinning through his sunglasses at us.
"You must be Cameron" he says, flashing a smile over at Dee who giggles and sticks out his hand.
"That's me" I shook it and grinned back.
"I'm Chris, Dee's boyfriend"
I nod, looking over at Dee. "You know, I never met this guy, in all these years; I kinda understand why you moved to freakin' Australia to be with him"
After seeing a guy like Chris blush I never wanted to speak to him, he was really quite shy, and Dee loved him so much it was obvious.
* * *
When we arrived at Dee and Chris's house, Chris drove off to work and let us spend what he dubbed "girly time" together.
"And finally, your bedroom," Dee was giving the grand tour of her little two bedroom home, grinning all the while.
"Cozy," I say, turning to follow her out of the pale blue bedroom and feeling the need for coffee.
"So, what are you here for?"
I knew I was stuck telling her once my mouth opened after she asked me that question, so I ended up spilling my guts about Gerard turning up, then me kissing him, then sleeping with Tre, and having feelings for both of them, man, did I give her a lot.
"You're so screwed girl."
"Don't you think I know that? Mikey told me that more than enough times."
Dee nods, placing her mug on the table we were sitting at. "I mean the decision you gotta make, but you know, do you even have to make a decision at all? You might not need to be with either of them... "
She puts a hand up to silence me as I open my mouth to protest.
"... You obviously harbor old feelings for Gerard, but, are you just hanging on? And you obviously like Tre, but, do you just like him because he helped you when you needed someone, this relationship seems purely sexual really, I can't tell you what to do Cam, but both those relationships seem to be twisting themselves around, kinda like twisted vines"
Now I had something new to think about, was I just liking these guys for the sake of it?
Gerard or Tre.
Tre or Gerard.
Tre.
Gerard.
Tre.
Gerard.
Tre.
Gerard.
...Neither...
I had spent all night contemplating what to do, and I still didn't know a week later.
I hadn't talked to either Tre or Gerard, but I had in fact been having daily talk downs from Mikey, who reminded me that what ever decision I made would be easy to handle.
Bullshit.
He was only saying that because I know deep down in his heart, he wanted me to choose Gerard because he's seen the things that Gee had to go through in the past few years with the drugs and the booze. He just wanted to see his older brother happy.
The problem was, was I the one to make him happy?
So, the realization was that I couldn't really trust Mikey, no matter how much I loved him. I needed the advice from someone who didn't know either Tre or Gerard.
After going through my phone book on Friday night and deciding that my mother wouldn't be the best choice because she remembered Gerard like no other as; "That cute little dark boy who didn't like to talk."
I found the perfect person, Dee.
Dee was my very best friend who moved to Australia years ago with her boyfriend. Talk about committing.
I had been upset for weeks after she left, being just about the only person I could talk to and feel comfortable with. She had apologized and apologized but she needed to get away from that town, she needed to get away from her old life and start a new one in a new country.
That's how I found myself stepping into Sydney airport, bags in hand; looking around for the girl I knew and loved.
Then I heard a voice that I instantly recognized calling "Cam! Cam! Cameron Sutton-Clarke! Left... No... RIGHT!"
I turned around when I heard 'Left' and bumped into a chauffeur "Sorry" I mumble before side stepping him and turning around in a little circle to see Dee grinning like a maniac and jumping up and down.
"Dee!" I exclaim running over to her.
She was still my old little Dee, her tanned skin from being pushed out into the sun as a kid, her bright smile, and her small figure.
She ran too, crashing into me as I stopped and she still ran; recovering from the blow she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. Sort of reminded me of the time when she used to run into her bed all the time and get these huge bruises.
"You have no idea how much I fucking missed you!"
Shushing her because a couple of people were glaring at us at her language and shrieking voice that was most abnormal right now we headed out of the airport, Dee fussing over how different I looked.
We chatted non stop to the car where a man with a hell of a lot of piercings, a tattoo twisting up his arm, with black hair and a red streak on his side fringe stood slumped up against the car door grinning through his sunglasses at us.
"You must be Cameron" he says, flashing a smile over at Dee who giggles and sticks out his hand.
"That's me" I shook it and grinned back.
"I'm Chris, Dee's boyfriend"
I nod, looking over at Dee. "You know, I never met this guy, in all these years; I kinda understand why you moved to freakin' Australia to be with him"
After seeing a guy like Chris blush I never wanted to speak to him, he was really quite shy, and Dee loved him so much it was obvious.
* * *
When we arrived at Dee and Chris's house, Chris drove off to work and let us spend what he dubbed "girly time" together.
"And finally, your bedroom," Dee was giving the grand tour of her little two bedroom home, grinning all the while.
"Cozy," I say, turning to follow her out of the pale blue bedroom and feeling the need for coffee.
"So, what are you here for?"
I knew I was stuck telling her once my mouth opened after she asked me that question, so I ended up spilling my guts about Gerard turning up, then me kissing him, then sleeping with Tre, and having feelings for both of them, man, did I give her a lot.
"You're so screwed girl."
"Don't you think I know that? Mikey told me that more than enough times."
Dee nods, placing her mug on the table we were sitting at. "I mean the decision you gotta make, but you know, do you even have to make a decision at all? You might not need to be with either of them... "
She puts a hand up to silence me as I open my mouth to protest.
"... You obviously harbor old feelings for Gerard, but, are you just hanging on? And you obviously like Tre, but, do you just like him because he helped you when you needed someone, this relationship seems purely sexual really, I can't tell you what to do Cam, but both those relationships seem to be twisting themselves around, kinda like twisted vines"
Now I had something new to think about, was I just liking these guys for the sake of it?
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