"Bert could you just?!" Quinn stopped. Then started. "Could you-" stopped. Started. "Bert could you stop for a sec!?" He finally cried and pushed his scrawny singer off of his lap.
Bert tumbled back and his back and head hit the wall off bunk and he cried out and winced.
"Ow fuck!" He hissed and rubbed the back of his head. "What the hell rabbit?" He look frustrated and he wasn't the only one.
"The bunks to small" Quinn sighed. He was promoting himself on his elbows.
"We could always fuck in a disabled toilet" Bert suggested as he scanned his bunk for whatever he was looking for. He reached into one of the shelf's and pulled out a pill container.
"What are those?" Quinn asked.
"Gerard pills" Bert said as if it was nothing.
"What are you doing with his pills dude?" Quinn asked again.
Trust Quinn to ask all the questions. That twenty one question game was Quinn's Brian.
"He gave them to me" bert shrugs. "He thinks I have ADHD or some shit" Bert pops two into his mouth dry and pushes Quinn back onto his back and lays on his stomach like a cat or some shit.
"What are they?"Quinn asked softly after a moment of comforting silence where Quinn just listened to Bert breath. Feeling his chest go up and down with his.
It was beautiful and poetic.
"Xanax" Bert hums.
Quinn pulls a face. "He's fucked up on those all the time"
"And coke" Bert adds.
"Yeah" Quinn agrees and placed a hand on Bert back.
He was warm.
"You still fucking him?"
Quinn wasn't jealous of Gerard way.
And it was because of the moments like these where Bert and him stayed together that showed him he meant a lot to Bert and Bert wouldn't leave. He kept coming back.
Always.
Bert sniffs hard and grimaces. "Nah he's got a lot of shit going on" he says quietly. "I think he's going sober, Dunno I just feel like he needs space"
Quinn nods and rubs slow circles on Bert's back. "He's going sober?" Quinn snorts. "Better not come on our bus anymore"
Bert chuckles. "Dunno man, he's been weird recently" he admits. "Not bothered though, more Coke for me" bert grins.
Quinn rolls his eyes. "Brandon's been bitching about you" he says in a quieter tone.
Bert snorts. "Oh yeah?"
Quinn nods, "yeah, he told Brian your touched heroin"
Bert scolded. "Seriously?" He groans. "Brian's gonna Tell Gerard though"
Quinn raises an eyebrow. "And that matters?"
Bert catches the smirk on Quinn's face and twists Quinn nipple with his finger tips.
"Ow fuck!" Quinn squeals.
"It don't matter one bit but that stupid pretty fucker is gonna be down my throat" Bert hasn't meant to say pretty. But he played it off and squeezed Quinn face and blew a raspberry on his stomach before sliding off of him and the bunk. Leaving the bus without a word with a bottle of jack Daniels.
He told himself he wasn't going to see Gerard this week but here he was in they're dressing room watching the guy put his suit on with a now half empty bottle of jack.
Gerard was talking about some comic he'd been reading while Bert was getting pissed off at the fact that no matter how quick he drunk this jack Daniels he wasn't getting drunk.
Maybe it's because of the Xanax? No that's stupid. They hadn't kicked in yet. Ugh he didn't know.
"Am I boring you?" Gerard asks quietly. Bert hadn't even noticed that gerard stopped talking and he'd been glaring at the floor and not listening to Gerard the entire time he'd been talking. He felt bad now.
"No fuck that" Bert sat up. "I was just..." getting annoyed because your not drunk? Wow Bert. "-I was just thinking about shit" he says quickly and he instantly regrets because Gerard is looking concerned. He walks over to Bert and gets closer. "About what?" Gerard asks, and he's doing that Side way mouth talk that Bert can never do and it blows his mind.
"Nothing." Bert says to quickly to sound genuine and Gerard's really focused on him now.
He puts his hand out and Bert thinks he's going to take his hand but his eyes widen when Gerard snatches his wrist and pulls up his sleeves.
"What the?..." bert kind of yelps. Watching in confusion and shock as Gerard's eyes scan his arm. Gerard quickly takes Bert other wrist and pulls up the sleeves and eyes scan his skin.
"Do you think I cut myself?" Bert laughs.
Gerard rolls his eyes. "No brian told you me you did heroin" he glares at Bert.
Fuck Brandon and Brian the stupid snakes.
Bert rolls his eyes. "I smoked it man" he says, "like with weed. I'm not gonna inject that shit first time" he laughs.
"How many times have you done it?" Gerard's looking anxious.
Seven times in total.
"Relax Gee I don't like it" bert cons with ease. "It's slow like xans I like the rush you know like coke"
Or speed.
Bert laughs at the thought of doing meth again.
"This isn't funny Bert" Gerard sighs. "You honestly scare me half the death with the shit you do"
Bert brings the bottle of jack to his lip.
Maybe getting back into crystal meth wouldn't be such a bad idea.
He'd only piss off those closest to him but then they'd be chill if it was just now and then.
Like heroin...
Bert took a long drink from the bottle. His mind was really good going into dangerous places today.
"It's fine Gee" Bert brushes him off. "It's chill" and kisses him
