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Franks P.O.V.

I light up another cigaret and looked up at the clock. Panic hit me hard as I realize that Gerard was a hour late. I hated worrying about him all the time. Just as I was about to go and try to find him, my cell phone stared ringing and I scrambled to get it out of my tight pants. Looking at the caller ID, I saw it was Mikey.

"Mikey, you heard anything?" I held my breath so that you could not hear the panic in my voice.

"The good news, yes, that bad, we think he relapsed..." The boy on the other end fell silent. He knew what I was thinking.

How could he do this...

Mikey took a breath, getting ready to talk, but I cut him off. "I'll go get him. Where is he?"

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He was in the shady part of town at one of those block parties. I parked and began my search it didn't take that long to find him. He was in one of the houses sitting at a table aparently passed out. As I got closer, someone grabbed my arm.

"You here for him?" She yelled at me over the music, pointing towards his form.

"Ya, is he okay or don't you know?" She looked from Gerard to me then back again.

"Fine, other than that drinking problem."

Once those last words had breached her mouth, I wanted to pound her, but I didn't. Instead I walked over to the table and roused Gerard. He looked at me with those big eyes of his and all the hate for the person that I had just talked to melted into pity. A part of me just wanted to start yelling at him and the other wanted to grab and hold onto him.

I did neither.

I took him around the waste and walked him to the car, put him in the seat and leaned over to buckle him in. It was in that second that I thought I heard him mumbled something.

"Gerard... you okay?"

Worry stared over taking the feeling of pity. He did not look at me but nodded.

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The ride home was hell and the silence gave me time to think. Think about all the hate and resentment that I had. Not toward Gerard, but what he was doing to himself. Gone was the person that I had come to know and, dare I say, love. Replacing him was a person that could barely stand up right. Gone was the person that had so much compassion and so much will to live and was replaced by a person that seemed to not care at all.

When we finely got home and I got him into the house, I got my first good look at him. He looked so sad and I just snapped.

"What the hell do you think you are doing!?" I yelled, losing my temper.

He just looked away, avoiding my eyes. I grabbed his face so that he would have to look at me.

"So!?" I yelled again.

"Running." That was all that it seemed that he could say in this state.

I looked him hard in the eyes. "Running from what?" I did not get an answer instead... I got a kiss.

Gerard grabbed me a kissed me...

My eyes widened and my heart started pounding. I did not pull away first, he was the one that did. He looked at me and then stumbled back, onto the couch. My mind started racing: Why did he do that? Was it just because he's drunk?

Trying as hard as I could to push away all of the thoughts, I grabbed him and carried him into the spare bedroom. As I layed him down he spoke quietly.

"Gee, I can't hear you." I looked at him getting closer so that I could hear.

He opened his eyes. "Stay with me." He sounded not sad but scared.

What was with him?

Convincing myself that he was just drunk and did not know what he was doing, I crawled in. As I moved closer to him, he put his head on my chest. In my mind I just kept on repeating: He's just a friend that needs help. Gerard...I am not in love with Gerard! In most cases I would feel weird about kissing and now sleeping in the same bed with another boy, but I did not think about it, because in some way, I had always wished that this would happen. Not because he was drunk, but in some way.

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Gerard P.O.V.

What had I done?

I didn't remember anything from the night before except... kissing Frank...

FRANK! Did I really kiss him?!

Deciding to play stupid, I tried to crawl out of the bed, but was soon stopped by the selling form of another human body. It was five in the morning so I could not see who it was. I shifted my weight so that I was almost on top of the person, when to my utter horror I found Frank. He was still asleep. He looked like an little angel as he shifted in his sleep. Not wanting to get caught and asked questions, I moved away from him and pretended to sleep on my side. When that did not work I moved to my back. Then came a rustling from Franks side of the bed and I held my breath.

'Please don't wake up, don't... ' Something hit my side...

An arm yes, yes it was an arm. Then something hit me.

Why did it have to be an arm?
Gee, my luck was the best.

I tried my best not to move, so that I would not wake him. I was hoping he might think that I'm still asleep and I did not want him to wake up and find me awake with his hand on my thigh.

That would not be good.

Damn! He shifted sending his hand lower. I took that as my que to start praying. Praying for something to happen to wake him up.

Just then my prays were answered in the most twisted form... my pants started vibrating. Frank jumped up, startled, almost instantly, while I decided to stay put and ignore both my phone and the now awake Frank.

"God, who the ******** would be calling at this time?" Frank mumbled. I could tell that he was looking at me.

"Gee. Get up and answer you phone," He poked me hard in the side. "Don't make me go in your pants." He threatened in a sing-song voice when I didn't respond.

I kept still.

"Fine but you made me do this."



Frank's P.O.V



I woke up to the feel of something vibrating next to my hand.

"God, who the ******** would be calling at this time?" I asked the sleeping Gee next to me.

"Gee. Get up and answer you phone," I poked him in the side. "Don't make me go in your pants." I threatened, thinking that would wake him up.

Nothing.

"Fine but you made me do this."

And with that I reached in and grabbed the damn cell, almost thinking that Gee had tensed at my touch. I wrote that off to being a figment of my sleep addled brain when I looked up and confirmed that he was still asleep.

Sighing, I looked down at the caller ID and saw that it said that his mum was calling. What was she doing calling at this time?

Shrugging, I flipped the cell open. "Good morning, Mrs. Way."

There was the sound of laughing... Mikey's laughing. "I prefer Mr. but I guess that it's okay." He was hysterical.

"Gee didn't pick up when I was calling, so I called on mum's instead. How is he?"

"Sleeping, as was I." And with that, I hung up irritated. I pressed the green talk button once to check missed calls.

It said 20 missed calls from Mikey and 3 from Ray.

None from me.

I deleted the memory quickly, so that Gerard would never know and put it back in his pocket. Right after that was done, I dozed back off to sleep. I got up the next morning to find the bed empty of me sleep partner and, worried, I got up to find him. I did not have to go far before I found him sitting on the floor in the living room watching cartoons.

He turned to look at me and hesitated. "Did we...never mind." He said, turned bright red.

"What? Did we what?" I questioned him, curious.

"It's nothing." He retorted.

"Didn't sound like nothing." I questioned further, watching as he turned redder and redder.

"Fine! It was just..." He was cut of by a knocking at the door.

'Damn saved by the bell!' I thought to my self as I walked over to answer the door.

As I opened it, a flood of familiar faces came in, pushing past me to rush over to Gerard. He was lost in the group and glanced up at me with a sad face full of longing.