-Gerard's POV-
"Mmh..." I heard as I awoke holding what I realized was Jasey. "Morning love." I whispered in her ear before planting a small kiss on her lips, throwing on a pair of boxers, and getting up to make coffee.
"What are you doing?" She asked, holding her head with her frizzy hair.
"Making coffee, want some?" I asked.
"Sure." She said as she threw on her shirt.
"Okay it'll be done in 5 minutes." I said leaving the kitchen and going to the living room and turning on the news. "You can come out and whatch the news with me if you want. I called back.
She came out in her shirt and panties. Damn.
"Sorry if I'm not talkative. I'm tired." She said, sitting down and snuggled up to me.
My timer dinged and I got up and poured myself a cup of coffee "Do you want a glass?" I asked.
"Please." she replied politely.
"Here you go, honey." I said, handing her hers.
"Thank you." She replied.
"Can you turn it up?" She asked as I saw something caught her war.
"20 year old Krystal Richardson was involved in a life threatening car crash today." The TV reporter said.
"FUCK!!!" Jasey said as she dropped her coffee on herself in astonishment.
"Shit!! " I screamed as I ran to get her a towell.
"FUCKK!!!!" She screamed as she through the cup on my table. I ran the towell under cold water and toke off her shirt. And dabbed off all the coffee in sight.
"I'll get ice." I said as I jumped up and ran to the dreezer and grabbed 2 ice packs.
"We just got an update on the car crash earlier mentioned. Krystal Richardson came out of the crash with only a few bumps." Finished the reporter as she turned and kept talking.
"Thank God!" I said as I put the ice on Jasey's worst burn spots.
"We still need to throw on some clothes and go make sure she's okay." Jasey said trying to get up.
"No. Not yet. Keep that I've on for a few minutes. I'll find you my longest shirt in the mean time." I said sitting her back down and kissing her lips lightly before rushing away.
I found her a long Panic! At the disco shirt.
"Here." I said helping her up and making sure her burns weren't to bad before helping her get the shirt on.
We ran over to Krystal's apartment. Both of us had no shoes on and I was only in my boxers. But we didn't care we only needed to see if Krystal was okay.
I knocked and knocked on the door. She didn't answer.
"Hat if she fell asleep? She could slip into a coma!!!" Jasey yelled even more urgent to get into her house now.
"KRYSTAL!!! " I yelled now a nervous wreck.
After about 5 minutes of yelling and trying to get in I toke out a credit card and slipped it into the crack between the door and the wall and shuffled I around until I unlocked the door.
"KRYSTAL!" Me and Jasey yelled. We checked the bathroom, the living room, and the kitchen until we came up on her bedroom door.
I opened the door expecting Krystal to be in her bed sleeping.
But of course not. Frank was laying on her and kissin her neck before he stopped, looking up astonished.
"The fuck?" Frank said. "We weren't expecting an audience!"
"I'm just glad to see your still clothed!" I growled at him. Even though we 'made up' we were still bitter.
"Well at least I am!" He snapped back before I lifted him off Krystal easily, since he was so short.
"Bitch!" He said before all I saw was his fist hit my mouth and then stars.
"BREAK IT UP!" Krystal said befitting throwing me to the ground and pushing Frank back onto her bed.
"Shit!" I said as I felt my cracked lip.
"Fuck." Frank said rubbing his neck.

Notes

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