{Gerard's Pøint Of View.}
"Gerard." Frankie said. He closed the door, and tugged my arm towards him. We were in Amber's room. But I didn't feel to comfortable in it, like earlier.
"Frankie." I said. I didn't feel very well. I felt a little sick. All that drinking. Gets to me.
"Feeling okay, because we don't have to do this if you don't want to." said Frank. Duh.
"Good, I'm gunna puke, someone poisoned the beer. Jesus." I ran out the rrom, and into the hall. Where the hells her bathroom again? Thats right. It's first door to the left!
BLAH! Gross. I barely made it to the toilet, good thing no one was in there, this is gross, and there's still more. Coughing, gagging, and puke. Lots of that. But I think I'm done. I'll dtand here a while, but I didn't close the door. Frank and Amber were standing by the door, watching.
"What do you expect, I'm drunk." I slurred. I really need another drink.
"Sorry, it's just that this never really happens. Normally, you would get drunk, dance, sing, and then pass out. " Frank said. At least he was sober.
"Yeah, I agree. It's different this time. You actually had a lot. Maybe you should slow it down." Amber said. I fell on the wall behind me, and slid tothe floor.
"Come on, you can stay at my plaace tonight." Frank said.
"Dude, I've been here for almost 3 hours. I don't think we should go home just yet. I'm staying Frank, don't even try and stop me or you'lle just end up getting hurt." I said slowly, I got up, and went downstairs. Everyone dancing fastly. Their making my feel dizzy, but it felt a little good.
"Gerard, there you are, I was looking all over for you!" I turned, it was that girl from earlier, the one I said I'd dance with.
"Oh hey. Yeah, okay, I'd love a good dance." I yelled. She went for my hands, and placed them on her hips, and put hers on my shoulders. Dammit, now it's a slow song. 'Be Alright-Justin Bieber'. Don't ask me how I know that, but who picked this song for a party? Oh.
For the first half of the song, it was going good. Everyone slow dancing, but then she tried to kiss me, but I didn't want to. I didn't know her name, and my breath probably still stinks. I didn't want to take it out on her next. Then, she licked my neck, but it got a little wierd because I let her, I was spacing off when I seen Frank talking to another guy. I don't know him, but he was sure nice to Frankie. OH GOD, SHE GRABBED MY ASS!
"Oh my god, what are you doing?" I asked quietly whisperliked.
"Sorry." she whispered back. She started kissing my neck again, but I was focusing on Frank again. Talking to... that guy again. I don't know why, but I'M JEALOUS! Frank and HIM! Tlking, getting all close, and what not. Franks looking.
I smiled at him, but his grin faded, and he looked upset now. He flipped me the off!! and he went outside. I wonder what his problem was. I should probably go check. Oh wait. Logic.Reality. Frances Johnson, that's her name, and she's trying to make out with me again.
"Sorry Frances, I got to go, but your a good dancer, son't forget it." I said, and I ran outside to find Frank.
I walked out the porch, then I seen his shadow down the street. I went closer, and closer to him. Frank. Yup, that's him, nobodys short like him, and nobody would have hair like his.
"Frank!" I called, standing a bit further behind him now.
"FRANKIE!! Wait up, where you going?" I said.
"Home." He said angrily. Ha. Angerily.
"Why? I'm coming with you."
"No you probably shouldn't. My parents think your weird."
"No they don't. Your parents love me."
"Why don't you go home with Frances?" he stopped, and turned back at me.
"What are you talking about?"
"FUCK! Like I idn't see you & her together, you hardly talk to her in gym, and all of a sudden you two hae a 'thing' going on-"
"Frances Johnson just wanted to dance. Calm down, me and her have NOTHING between us, and even if we did, I would never hurt you like that."
"Then why was she all over you? Where you like trying to get me jealous?" I froze.
"No. Absolutely not, I didn't notice, I was watchingyou and that guy talking. Getting all close, laughing, and talking."
"It's not like I was fucking him Gerard, we were talking. That's all.I'm going home, sleeping alone. But if you want, you can sleep on my porch." Franksaid, and he started walking. I (of course) followed him.
I now understand, but if Frank wants me to sleep on his porch, I'll do it, even if I'm half drunk.
"Frank, can I hold yourhand to keep you safe?" I asked. He's 10 feet in front of me. He stopped.
"Only if you sing to me." He said, I went up to him, and grabbed his hand, and started walking.
"Whoa. Sing, even if I sound stupid." I said.
"I'd like to be, anything you want. Hey Frank, let me talk to you. If I was your boyfriend, never let you go..." We both laughed it off.
Me & Frank finally reached his home. I led him up the steps, with his hand still in mine.
"Again, I'm sorry about Frances, I was spacing out on you talking to that guy. I guess I was jealous." I said, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"It's cool. He was my cousin. And I think it's a little cute how you were jealous." he said, and he stroked my cheek with a giant cheesey simle.
"But you still can't come in. Mom & Dad don't let people in late nights. Sorry. But maybe 'll see you in the morning. Since your drunk, that'lle be afternoon. Bye Gerard. I would walk you home, but I'm tired." Frannk said. I kissed him,and messed up his hair on purpose, but didn't tell him. Making out with Frank was the best thing in the world. If only you knew.
"Gerard?" said a vfamiliar voice behind me.

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