My Frerard Romance.

Frank's Point of View.
"I'm...I'm not drunk, Gerard." I said accidentally smashing a glass on the wall. I must've forgotten to hold on.
"Shut up, you SO are." Gerard said. He was still sober, but still decent. I was too drunk to...what?
"Frank, I thought I specifically told you not to drink too much. Come on, let's go home." He said grabbing my arm. What the hell does he think he can do if wow.
"Get off me, dude. I can-I can stop anythime I want. I can. Leave me here, I'll find someone to hang out with." I said pushing him away from me.
"Frank, you're drunk."
"Fuck you. Leave-leave me then. I'll hang out with my new best friends. Friends." I started staggering away with some of what I think...pride. Gerard tried to follow me for some reason. I wish he understood what I was going through. There are beers so be drank, and weed to be packed. I need something to get my mind of things.
Roxanne's Stupid Point of View.
"FRANK! Come here." I pulled him out of the club and to my friends car and we both got in the backseat.
"Gerard says I'm drunk. I'm...okay. Right?" He slurred. I scooted closer to him and so did he.
"You're SO okay. You know...Gerard's just to controlling, right? He's too...bossy. You deserve someone better." I slurred that round. I felt his hand sliding up my short dress. Finally, this plan is working.
"You're right." He reached for my face and kissed me while his hands were exploring my body.
Gerard's Point of View.
DAMMIT!!! Frank is DRUNKER THAN SHIT! FUCK!
"Petunia, can you give me a ride home?" I asked knocking on her car window. She unlocked it and I got in the passenger side.
"Yeah. At least I'm not the ONLY sober one. My sister is such a slut. You can't even- Whatever." She rubbed her face and let out a sigh.
"Frank is also drunk. He's the opposite of what he usually is when he's had more than 2 drinks. I'll have my brother pick him up tomorrow. But...I'm worried...what if he's going t stay mad at me? I love him & feel totally bad for leaving him like this." I let out a tear.
"Then don't you can sleep in the back if you'd like. I'm staying on here and reading fanfics on my phone while my sister is whoring out like always. God, she's the worse. Sometimes, she pretends to like people to weaken them but- nevermind." She all of a sudden looked worried.
"But what?" I asked.
"Don't tell her I said this but... SHE'SREALLYTRYINGTOGETYOURBOYFRIENDFRANKTOSLEEPWITHHERANDDUMPYOUANDITRIEDTOSTOPHERBUICAN'TANDTHAT'SWHYSHEPRETENDEDTOLIKEYOUWHENACTUALLYSHEREALLYREALLYHATESYOU, I'M SOOOOOO SORRY!!! I'm on your side. I hate her too." She said fastly.
"Oh my god. I KNEW IT! What a bitch! Where is sshe? I swear I will...let you punch her for e because I CAN'T HIT A GIRL!" I said angrily.
"She can be anywhere. This is a big club and it's going to be hard to find her." Petunis said worryingly.

Notes

I said Petunis on purpose. It sounds like a flower, yet sounds like Penis.
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Deal with it.