I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Frank~~
walking away from that perfect picture of a beautiful man was almost heartbreaking but i could stand there and watch as Gerard slowly became of who i am. i don't want him to hate me, to never look at me again.
i think i would die if i never soar them beautiful hazel orbs again with his little green twinkle when the perfect amount of light hit his blamelessness face.
all this thinking of him only made my emotional drunken self worst and i soon found myself in the kitchen drinking another two bottles of some unknown strong alcohol. too strong
i looked around the house looking amongst the slowly dying crowds of people as some started to drunkenly go home, wondering weather i could find someone, bob gerard or even josh.
i felt tears starting to well up in my eyes as i realised i was friendless. alone. lonely. drunk. vulnerable.
i decide finding bob is my best bet, if i find him i can find his group of friends maybe hang with them and feel less lonely. i walk out of the kitchen and into the front room where sofa's have been pushed aside to make some sort of dance floor. there are bunches of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other in some sort of attempt to dance. i try to gently push past the bodies to reach the other side where the hall way entrance is but about half way though i wonder what the point is. i will only get there realise no ones are and want to come back through this crowd of people.
As im stood in the middle of this so called dance floor with the music loudly tingling my ear drums deciding weather to continue or turn back out of the crowd. i feel a pair of what i think are hands slid around my waist from behind me, im confused at first but i soon hear a voice behind me whisper in my ear
"dance"
of course being as drunk as i am i follow the instructions and start to shake my hips from side to side, i don't really know how to dance although no one here looks like they can so i guess im ok. i see a girl also on the dance floor shaking her hips and running her hands up and down her body, i copy her noticing how sexy and appealing she looks. i want to look appealing.
i continue to shake my hips left to right while running my finger tips from the hands which are holding me in place up my chest along my cheeks before running them through my hair and then into the air. the close body behind me is also shaking side to side in time with my body.
i smile as i stand there dancing in the middle of the room actually having someone's attention on me for the good reasons.
as i close my eyes to dance to the beat of the music i feel the body behind me close the gap separating us and push their body against mine. the other person is soon grinding against the back of me and things get heated pretty quickly. i decide that i should turn around see who this mysterious guy is.
i didn't regret turning around i'm just shocked
i turn my body to meet my grinder only to see the smug smirk plastered across bobs drunken face
"hey Frankie" he whispers with a slur of the words clearly too drunk to speak properly, however im not much better. i lift the beer in my hand and take a sip hoping the alcohol will make this situation less awkward.
"what are you doing" i ask after taking a drink and looking down my body to see bob still trying to grind against me
"come on Frankie, you like it right?" i shoot him a confused look
"do you?" i ask wondering about bobs sexuality, wondering if he is actually enjoying it or just trying to embarrass me.
"of course i like it Frankie" he whispers leaning closer to me letting the smell of alcohol from his breath hit my nostrils
"with an ass like that who wouldn't" he whispers against my ear lobe before reaching his arm around my back and slapping my butt pretty god damn hard.
i whine a little at the stinking his hand causes but he just flashes me a smile and giggles a little. i don't even try to over think things and just continue to drink my beer. maybe bob actually likes me, maybe he only asked me here to ask me out or something. i wouldn't mind that. bobs a good looking guy.
i take a few steps backwards, pealing my body away from his but not leaving him just beginning to dance again and watching as he dances with me and i realises im actually starting to like the slight of his muscular body dancing in a ridiculous way.
when the third song finishes i notice my bottle is empty and only now that bob doesn't have a drink at all, i lean close to bob and press my lips against his ear stumbling slightly before whispering "want a drink?"
holding my empty bottle to show that im going to get one
"hummm yeah sure" he says continuing to dance as a new song starts i just smile at the sigh and wonder back over to the cooler in the kitchen. i take two beers before scanning the room again on the other side of the front room amongst all the people i see two recognisable hazel orbs. Gerard
he's stood at the other end of the front room leaning against the hall way entrance i was walking towards earlier, his eyes are big and bright staring straight at me. it's as if he's looking straight through me, staring into my soul.
my thoughts of Gerard being able to see through me and being able to see all my secrets are soon disturbed by a female voice
"hey i like your jeans" i turn my body back around to see a dark haired female sat up on the kitchen counter running her eyes over me.
"thanks" i answer opening one of the beers and placing the other down next to me
"caity" she tells me, and im guessing that's her name although i don't ask i just answer with
"frank" before drinking almost half the bottle without even thinking, i guess the dancing tired me out.
"so where are the jeans from" she says braking me from my drunken thought's again
"oh umm...." i quickly try to remember but then i realise
"well my mum got me some plain jeans and i ripped them" i tell her probably sounding cringy at the fact that my mum still buys me clothes. although she doesn't call me names or laugh she just gives me a comforting smile and whispers "that's really cool"


The last things i remember about the night is that i was talking to this caity girl about clothes and fashion and music of a long time, we drank some beers together and had a laugh. she treated me as if i was a long time friend of hers which was really nice and we had one of the best conversation i have ever had. i forgot to go back to bob and drank his beer to, soon my feet and legs became weak under my body weight and as i tried to walk to the front door to go home i fell to the floor.
i was to weak and tired to try and move so i just laid there in the hallway which lead to the front door just wanting to sleep away my drunkenness. However just as i was about to fall into a deep unconscious sleep i feel a pair of strong arms wrap under my armpits and pull me too my feet. i wouldn't have opened my eyes even if i could so i kept then shut and hoped this was someone friendly and not a rapist. however i was feeling quite horny.
i let the thought quickly leave my mind before feeling the bitterly cool air hit my face as i was now being carried out of the front door.
i realised that if i didn't say anything now to show that i was awake this person could actually be a murder and kill me. i wanted to speak but my words came out as not even much of a mumble and that's when i realised how drunk i actually was. although my words were not words the person holding me tightly to their chest obviously understood i was confused and then i heard a familiar voice
"it's okay honey, i'll get you somewhere safe"
i knew that voice however my brain was swimming in alcohol and i could not for the life of me put a name to the voice.
soon i felt the person put me into what i assume was a car and buckle me in, that was the last thing i remember apart from the strong smell of cigerettes and coffee.

Notes

two updates in one night. lucky you
maybe some frerard next chapter........ maybe
rate this so far pleassseee