Dead! - Frerard

“Gerard, can I ask you a question?” LynZ asked me.
“You just did.” I mumbled, not looking up from my comic book.
“No, like can I tell you a secret?”
“Go on.” There was no one else in here, we were in my room and Frank was asleep. He was always so tired at the moment.
“Jamia has a crush on your boyfriend.” LynZ said.
I just looked up. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, and fiddled with her skirt. I looked over to Frank; he rolled over and off the bed, falling through the floor. “Fuck!”
I giggled and watched him come back through, yawning. “Heyyyy.” Frank giggled, sounding kinda drunk. He flew over and kissed me. I kissed back and pulled him onto my lap.
“Are you okay?” I asked. Frank nodded, giggling.
“Are you high?” I heard LynZ ask.
“No, I think I’m still drunk from earlier.” Frank said, still laughing like a kid.
“What? You were drunk…?” I asked. I don’t drink; I don’t have a problem with it though.
“Me and Bob stole some of Ray’s beers and drank them…. You were drawing or whatever up here…” Frank laughed. It only hit me then- Frank’s never been drunk before.
“How many cans did you have?” I asked, my heart kicked up a notch.
“Three, maybe four.” Frank shrugged, shuffling around. LynZ was playing with my hair again.
“LynZ, stop it.” I said, leaning down and kissing Frank’s cheek.
“Sorry.” She mumbled and stopped.
“Go find Jamia and get her to play with Frank’s hair; it might calm him down a bit.” I said, letting Frank fidget and nuzzle my neck. LynZ flipped me off and knelt down in front of me and Frank. Frank spun the chair around and giggled. I stopped the chair again and stroked his hair.
“You play with his hair.” LynZ said, doing a back-bend and sunk through the floor, leaving me and tipsy little Frank alone.
I picked him up and carried him from the desk to the bed.
I put Frank down and sat next to him. Frank curled up and closed his eyes. He looked so innocent. I watched his chest, rising and falling with his breathing pattern.
I leaned over and fiddled with his hair, running my hand through it.
“Gee…” Frank whimpered, changing his position so his head was in my lap. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and stroked his cheek.
“Shh, baby…” I soothed him.
“I feel sick.” Frank whined.
“Because you drank so much, considering you’ve never been drunk per se.” I said. He curled up on my lap and groaned. I soothed him and whispered to him. “Shh, baby its okay… you’re okay.”
About an hour past like this, Frank on my lap asleep and me stroking his hair.
“Gerard?” I heard someone say. I looked up to see Jamia floating in front of me.
“Hey, Jamia. What’s up?” I asked.
“Um, did LynZ say anything to do with me and Frank?” She said, awkwardly.
I frowned and looked down at Frank asleep in my lap. “No, why?” I lied.
“I thought she might… never mind.” She shrugged and went back down stairs.
I sighed and watched Frank’s chest rise and fall with his breathing. He looked so peaceful and innocent, like he didn’t care about anything. He probably didn’t, come to think of it.

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