Sex and violence.

Gerard's P.O.V

I wake up to the sound of vomit landing in a toilet. My head's confused and exhausted as I pick myself up off Frank's couch. I turn the corner and find a Frank size figure in boxers and a Pennywise shirt, leaning over a toilet. He sits there, puking over and over again. My eyes stare at him as his back's curved over the toilet, he doesn't even know I'm here. Just as I pick my foot up to walk over to him, he puts his hand out..

"No, I'm okay. Just don't look." He says before puking again.

"You sure-"

"Just go okay. I'm..." He gags. "I'm alright." Blahh there he goes again. I'm sick to my stomach, not cause the smell of vomit lingers in the basement. But because I'm watching Frank suffering. His stomach pumping everything it has out from his mouth. But I feel even worse as I turn my back on him.. I carry myself upstairs, my eyes catch the time. A little past three... My fingers run through my hair as I scratch my head.

My feet can't help themselves but pace Frank's floors, how do you stop someone from puking? I dig through the fridge, finding five cans of Monster.. Hell, this might work..

I hop down the steps and find Frank still sitting on the cool bathroom tile, his head still over the toilet but he's quiet.. My throat throws out a sigh before I approach him.
"Here, this might help.." He lifts his head up, his eyes are deep red, his yellow irises stand out.

"Oh, yeah.. Thanks.." He's slow as he grabs the can, his voice is scratchy and dry.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" My eyes stay on him as I sit myself down about a foot away from him. Even if it reeks of vomit, I'll stay here with my brother.

"Yeah.. Everything.." His words are slow as he takes a sip of his drink.

My stomach drops.. so he remembers everything.. Even our little love scene.. "I'm sorry about.. last night. I didn't mean to-" Frank cuts me off.

"No, it was my fault. You were just trying to be nice. It's fine just.. just don't bring it up again."
I watch him turn his body to face me. "I'm sorry if I was a dick yesterday about Donnie, you can hang out with him. I don't really care I guess." His eyes stare down at the floor. I just change the subject so nothing gets awkward or goes into a huge fight.

"So I guess you're not going to school today?"

"Fuck that, I feel like shit." He groans before drinking more of his Monster.

"You look like shit." I joke at him, small laughs come out from behind his can.

"Now you understand my humor."

"Took me a while." I play along with him.

"Better late then never." He sets the can on the floor before his hands rub his face. "Oh, god. What am I going to do? Everyone else is probably freaking out." His voice groans through his fingers.

"Well how much acid did you all take?"

"Well we were fucking idiots. I took the same amount as them, but I'm about a foot shorter than them so it effected me the worst." Frank just runs his finger on the top of the can. I don't say anything. "Sorry if I've been a dick to you.. Things have changed a lot the last month.."

"I know how you feel." The words slip right out of me.

"Really? How?" His eyes finally meet up with mine.

"Well. I had an actual family. Me, my mom and my brother. We lived together for ten years then she got hooked on meth.. Me and Mikey were separated. I was in an orphanage for four years till I was thrown in my first foster home." I stop there.

"Oh.. I thought you were born an orphan.." His eyes stare at his black socks.

"No.. I had a family, but I lost it. This is the closest to a family I've had in eight years."

"What about your foster homes?" His head cocks.

"If you call hell a family.. No it was horrible. I was raped in each one..." I think I just said a little too much....

"Dude, did you tell anyone?" His eyes fill with the slightest bit of worry.

"Hell no, dude. Who could I tell? No one listens to an orphan. They always take the parents words for it. They didn't even care about me, they just did it for the money.."

He's silent for another few minutes as he stares at the shower curtain. "God, now I really feel like a dick.."

"Don't. This effected you a lot too. Don't worry about me. I've already gone through it, nothing scars me anymore." My eyes try to lock on to his but he doesn't look at me.

"My dad really seems to like you.." His words catch me off guard. "He deals with kids everyday for his entire life. He hasn't looked at a kid like the way he looks at you.. Besides me. He really thinks of you as his son."

I don't even respond to his words.. Everthing's just changed... All after dugs.. Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

"I'm sorry if I embarrass you at school.." Words just crawl out of my mouth with a mind of their own.

"Now, there's where it gets complicated.. My friends are.. well really judgmental. And if they see me turn soft I'm kinda out of luck... If you know what I'm saying.."

Hearing him say that kinda makes me want to get up and leave. Forgetting about everything but.. Frank's took the time to open up to me right now.. and it's probably a huge step for him.. It's a huge step for me.. So I'll take it step by step. Better than nothing.

"No, it's alright. Just as long as you're cool to me when they're not around." I joke, trying to lift the mood.

"Hmm, we'll see about that." His eyes lighten up as he catches on to my joke.

"What are you going to say to your dad about your face.. It's pretty... what's a good way to put it. Fucked up."

Frank just runs his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I have no clue.."

"If I try to make up a story, I think he'll believe me and let you off the hook."

"Yeah, but either way it's going to be hard finding a cover story." We both laugh.

"You don't have to wake up tomorrow, I'll just tell him you were really sick and you want to be alone."

"You sure?" He looks through my eyes.

"Yeah, like you said. He seems to admire me."

"Heh, yeah. I would go to bed now but you gave me an energy drink so I don't think sleeps an option."

"I'll stay up with you." I smile.

"Seriously?"

"Dude, I've been on the streets. It's not that hard to pull all nighters." We both laugh before I help pick Frank up off the ground. I go off around the corner while he cleans himself up. Wow.. I think I finally have a brother..

Notes

Frank's not a douche. WOWWE. But yeah. This needed to happen. And drugs is a reasonable way to solve it. High and hungover Frank are the sweetest.