Dead! - Frerard

I woke up with Gerard’s body around mine. I had the worst headache ever and my stomach was sore, everything was brighter than normal and blurry too. And then I remembered I was drunk last night. I shuffled around, making Gerard stir. “Frank….?” He mumbled.
“Sorry, Gee….” I muttered back. “Is it possible for ghosts to puke?”
“No.” Gerard said, rolling over to face away from me. I sat up slowly getting head rush. I went downstairs and made my way into the kitchen thingy.
The floorboards creaked when I stepped on them; I had no energy to fly. I went to the sink and stood, watching the tap drip into the glasses at the bottom. I kicked my feet across a floorboard and leant on my hand. I think I stood there for at least twenty minutes when-
“Frank?” I heard someone say my name. I didn’t have the strength to turn around so I just hummed in acknowledgment.
“What are you doing?” they asked. I shrugged.
“Frank, it’s me.” Wow, thanks that really tells me. I turned around slowly. It was Jamia.
“Hey,” I said.
“What’s up with you?”
“I’m kinda hungover… I think.”
“Ohh okayyy. Come here.” She beckoned me over.
“No, I’m gonna go back to bed I think.” I answered, walking past her. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“No wait, did LynZ mention me while she was upstairs with you and Gerard?”
“I don’t know…. I was asleep.” I mumbled, swaying.
“Hey, you should take some medicine or something, you look sick.”
“I’m just hungover, I’m okay.” I went to go back upstairs, but instead I was dragged up through the ceiling into Jamia and LynZ’s room I guessed. LynZ wasn’t here. Jamia made me lay down on her bed. I did as I was told and laid back. Her bed was way more comfy than Gerard’s.
Jamia sat next to me and stroked me cheek, making me close my eyes. I started to fall into an uneasy sleep, the last thing I felt was Jamia kissing my cheek. I had then fallen asleep.
-
“Frank!” My mom screamed. “Get to school right now!”
“I’m coming! God, mom.” I shouted back, dragging myself down the stairs. I put my Vans on and didn’t say another word to anyone in my house. I slammed the door behind me, hoping it would lock itself as I had taken the only key.
I put my earphones in and trailed my feet over the pavement. I smiled a little when Black Flag came on. I just walked slowly to school, hoping that asshole Gabe Sporata would keep his fucking distance.
I managed to get through English, science and social studies without any fuss from anyone. At lunch I sat alone, as usual, on the steps in the courtyard. I didn’t eat at school. Ever.
I listened to my music, running through the thought of skipping. I decided it was a good idea. I got up and went to go and sit behind the seating rows at the other side of the courtyard.
I sat quietly for a long time, probably for the time of two lessons. Yay. I got up and walked over to the back gate. No one ever came here and there were no CCTV cameras (I checked a lot.)
I grabbed the top of the gate between the spikey bits and pulled myself up. I put one foot in the gap I was holding and used that to get me over the other side.
I brushed myself off, kicking up more dust from the floor by accident. I just forgot about it when I heard someone say my name. “Iero! Get back here!”
Oh shit. I looked back, just quickly, to see that it was actually one of the jocks. My heart kicked into overdrive and I started running.
I ran and ran and ran, my bag slipping off my shoulders once or twice. I ran all the way home.
I stopped inside my front yard, looking both ways to see if I was being followed. I wasn’t.
I saw that mom had left the front window open. I decided that would be my way in.
I walked over to it, grabbed the windowsill and hauled myself up. I almost fell through the window, but something caught me.
Or someone.
Gerard had his arms around my waist, holding me close to him. “You’re home early.”
“Yeah, I ditched and ran home.” I said, kissing him. He pulled me to the sofa and sat me down in his lap. I put my bag on the floor.
“What happened?” Gerard asked.
“I skipped two classes and sat under the bleachers. I was gonna ditch anyway, but one of the jocks caught me and chased me over the fence. I don’t know if they followed me though.” I explained. Gerard just nodded and kissed me. I kissed him back gently.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?” Gerard asked. I nodded and cuddled up to him. “Go sleep.”
I lay down and put my head in his lap, holding his shirt. He stroked through my hair until I was asleep.
-
I woke up with a start, sitting up fast. That was the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. I looked around, expecting to be at home in bed, but I was in Jamia’s room. I sighed and got up slowly. I had a headache.
I looked around again, finding Jamia sitting on LynZs bed reading.
“Jamia?” I groaned.
“Oh, Frank, you’re awake. How do you feel?” She asked, sitting next to me.
“Better…” I lied.
“Okay.” She got up and i watched her go up through the ceiling to Gerard’s room.
I laid back and closed my eyes, sighing. i heard Jamia come back and sit in the chair, next to the bed. I also heard someone sit next to me.
Gerard stroked through my hair and smiled at me. I smiled back. He picked me up and took me through to his room.
He laid me down and lay next to me “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” I mumbled, curling up. Gerard rubbed my back and held me close until I fell asleep again.

Notes

sorry this took so long! Ive been stressed and had writing block guh.

Enjoy~