Be My Escape

Oh Memories. Where'd you go?

Ryan’s P.O.V.

I have never seen Gerard leave my house so fast before. It was interesting to say the least. After I mentioned Frank, He went dead silent. Then he just turned and walked out.
“Pumpkin wait! I’m sorry,” I continued to call out as he walked. But he left without even turning to look back. I stood at the door as i watched him drive off. I didn’t go back inside until the roar of his engine faded. Maybe it was stupid to be in love with my best friend, but oh well. I’ve fallen to hard to quit now. And who knows? Maybe this fall will kill me. I walked down the quiet hallway that led from my front door into the living room. I passed the brown leather couch where I’ve spent so many nights with Gerard watching scary movies. I paused and glanced at the floor. Yep. The red stain from 6th grade was still there. That was a fun night. We were watching some horror movie that he had found. I thought it was terrifying but he didn’t think so. I was scared by most even slightly scary movies though. There was a moment where a possessed girl suddenly popped up on the screen. It was after that, i realized i shouldn't be drinking anything if I’m watching a horror movie with Gerard. I ended up spilling bright red kool-aid all over the carpet that night.
I snapped out of my daydream. I walked into my kitchen and ran my hand over the countertop. There was a place that was all scratched up. That was from when gerard thought he could be a master chef one time. Silly kids, we were. Forgot to use a cutting board. I grabbed my favourite mug from the cabinet. It black with gold lettering that spelled out ‘ray of sunshine.’ Gerard got it for me on my 14th birthday. I filled it with some coffee and sipped slowly. I let out a sigh as my dog came up to me.
“Hey Steele,” i smiled a little bit. “At least you love me, right?” i leaned down to pet the husky. “yeah, of course you do.” I didn't realize i was crying until steele tried to lick my face. I wiped my tears and shook my head. “He won’t love you, Ryan. Get over it.” I muttered as i sat on the kitchen floor with my dog laying against me.