Words Mean Nothing.

Gerard Way had never slept with a man before, other than his little brother. The idea of sleeping in the same bed with Frank both aroused him and terrified him. Sure, he'd had plenty of girls in his bed. He was Gerard Way after all. The Number one stud at Belleville High. The challenge would be to find a girl who hadn't slept with him rather than someone who had. Gerard could have slept with 1000 of women and not have been prepared to have another man in his bed. It just wasn't something guys did, but, then why couldn't he stop thinking about having Frank in the same bed as him?

Pushing his thoughts to the back of his head, Gerard shuffled about the room looking for his other pillow.This way, Frank would have a pillow to rest his head on while they slept that night. Gerard never liked to share when it came to pillows….or comforters, but, for some reason his mind was telling him to make an exception when it came to Frank.

He reached atop his book shelf containing not a single book, but hundreds of X-Men and Crummy Horror comic books and art supplies to try and find his other hospital white pillow. His hand resting on something soft Gerard realized he'd found the pillow underneath a game of Scrabble and a deck of playing cards. Letting out a defining war-call like whoop and scaring the crap out of Frank he pulled the pillow down and chucked it directly at the short black haired head of his new friend.

Bullseye. The Pillow collided with Franks face and he toppled over onto the bed sputtering.

"That was unnecessary." Frank muttered, but failed to hide the wide grin on his face.

"What are you talking about? It was completely necessary. Pillows should never be handed to anyone when they have the option of being thrown." smiled Gerard wandering over to his Holy Grail of sorrows. He lifted up the middle couch cushion and pulled out a bottle of Grey Goose. His only way of channeling his emotion. Popping it open, he slammed the burning liquid down his throat in gulps. His body automatically relaxing under the familiar taste.

"Why do you drink that stuff?" asked Frank who had managed to wander over to Gerard's side while he was busy indulging himself in his greatest pleasure.

"Because It's tasty." Gerard stated simply, dropping to the floor in front of the couch so that his back rested against the front of it.

"No, it's not. It's a disgusting habit…not to mention you're not even legally allowed to have it."

"That's not true. It's an acquired taste-like coffee or….um….chocolate."

"Chocolate is not an acquired taste. If you don't like it chances are you're Satan incarnate." giggle Frank. Wow, was that a sound Gerard liked.

"Truer words were never spoken!" Gerard giggled back taking another long swig from the Grey Goose bottle.

"Seriously though, why do you drink that stuff?" Frank was now sitting cross legged in front of Gerard staring at the liquid in the bottle like it was a snake about to bite him.

"It my escape." Gerard's smile was dim, and so forced it looked more like a grimace.

"Your escape? What do you mean?"

"Alcohol, a liquid of the gods really…..it helps me forget, calms me down, lets me forget about my problems. It's more powerful than Xanax….but, when taken together….they are like….It's difficult to explain."

There was a silence that fell over the room as Frank thought about what Gerard was saying to him. Xanax….where had he heard that name before?

"You put my son on Xanax?!" Mr. Iero's voice boomed at the doctor.

"Mr. Iero, please calm down. It was a simple prescription mistake. Nothing a little weening-off can't fix." The doctor's finger's moved over the notepad in front of him in a frenzy to write out what he needed to do to help Frank.

Franks eyes darted about the room through his blurred vision, his legs were shaking underneath his body out of his control, the sweat poured down his forehead into a puddle on the floor.

"You don't accidentally prescribe a 12 year old boy Xanax!!!!!!" Mr. Iero screamed again.

"There is no need for the yelling. I simply meant to write; Alpain, but my mind wandered and I wrote Alprazolam. I am sincerely sorry and will do everything in my power to help Frank feel better." The doctor muttered, pressing the nurse call button his desk.

"You bet your over-paid ass you will! You're lucky I don't take you to court for this!" Mr. Iero said harshly, sending a worried look to Frank who had suddenly stopped shaking.

"We'll have to admit him into the hospital until his dependency to the drug weakens, and he is no longer exhibiting symptoms." The doctor smiled, hopeful for Frank's recovery and the successful stop of a lawsuit. Just as the nurse wheeled in a wheel chair Frank clasped unto the ground shaking wildly and uncontrollably.

"Hey, Princess. Are you sleeping with your eyes open? Are you okay?" Gerard's hand in front of Frank's face startled him out of his flash back.

"Sorry…I was thinking." Frank muttered looking up at Gerard.

"Anyway, I was saying; The only way you can realize how amazing it feels is to try it." Gerard pushed a bottle and a hand of pills at Frank.

Frank looked at the pills deep in thought, maybe it be better than cutting…besides, what did he have to loose? Certainly not his life. He wouldn't miss that in the slightest.