„We're Not Having a Threesome With My Sister“

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Frank and Mikey talking passionately about something, but all he could hear was static, so he let out what he hoped was a groan- as already pointed out, he couldn't quite hear well.

Naturally, his first thought was 'Frank better not get a crush on my brother', because he's a jealous motherfucker like that. Well, not really- the first thought he had was 'ow' and a mantra off 'fuck fuck cocksucking motherfucking fuck fucking fuck', but let's pretend like it was a bit more coherent than that.

Then Frank stopped in the middle of his sentence, and turned to face Gerard. He said something that sounded suspiciously like 'hey Mikes I think he's awake' but it easily could have been 'Spiderman is whiny' or 'Leatherface actually rocks' for all Gerard knew- he was still fucking blissed out and his head was buzzing and he felt like he was gonna float into the air at anytime, but at least he wasn't seeing anything strange- no pink unicorns jumping around the living room, at least- so he figured it was okay.

And then Frank squeezed all the air out of him by throwing himself at Gerard and muttering strings of 'fuck fuck fuck' and 'you scared me Gee' and 'never fucking do that again' and the like. It was Gerard's new favorite thing- this side of Frank.

Then he actually got his vision back and could hear properly, but his head felt like the Troll from The Sorcerer's Stone hit him on it. He could see Mikey smirking and tried to flip him off, but just ended up hugging Frank back.

When Frank got off of him, he saw his mom and Leah in the kitchen, making food, and he honestly hoped Leah wouldn't burn the kitchen down like Frank told him she once almost did. („Why were you even trying to fry a ball?“ Gerard wheezed and tried to catch some air.
„C'mon, I was 10, how was I supposed to know it wasn't edible?“ Frank snorted and Leah kicked him in the shin. „You're pretending like you weren't doing the same thing, it's not all my fault, you dick!“)

„Err, Frank? Wasn't Lea at your grandma's?“ Gerard wondered as he rubbed his head. He at least remembered that, so he hadn't had like a concussion or something, which is good, he guessed.
„What? Oh, yeah, I called her and told her what happened, so she came.“ Gerard hummed. Huh, friends that are actually worried about him. That's new.

„So, how was it like being dead for three hours?“ Mikey joked. That.. is not so new. Frank flipped him on the head. „Don't joke about that.“ His tone was dead serious, like he was actually seriously worried, and Gerard was beginning to think he might have actually died.

„Am I in Heaven?“ He asked, confusion clear on his face. Then his mom walked into his room, and, yeah, this definitely wasn't Heaven- Heaven was reserved for having hot sex with Frank, not his mom carrying a plate of cookies aft- HEY, COOKIES.

„Hey, cookies!“ Gerard voiced his thoughts and tripped over his feet to get to the plate of cookies that smelled fresh and were hot to the touch.
„Nice to see you, too.“ His mom joked and offered Frank and Mikey some of the cookies, which they gladly took and all of them were just sitting there for a few moments, munching on the chocolatey goodness.

„Where's Leah?“ Gerard spoke with a mouthful of food, not even caring about how gross he was being- cut him some slack, he just woke up. „Could have sworn I've seen her in the kitchen moments ago.“

„Oh, she went back home. Said something about having to walk Kingston?“ Oh. So Kingston was the dog's name. He added it to the mental list and hummed around his cookie.
„So, Frankie, wanna go to my room and watch a movie?“ He was still intent on making this.. „date“ happen, even if they missed the concert. He got up and extended his hand towards Frank, raising an eyebrow.
„If you promise not to pass out.. again.“ He smirked and took Gerard's hand- he noted how light Frank actually was, lighter than most boys his age- not lighter than Mikey though, that'd require some magic and a potion, probably.

He also noted, when they were down in the basement, how Frank had smuggled, like, 6 cookies underneath his shirt without anyone in the room noticing.
„Is there something you are not telling me, Mr. Con-man?“ He raised an eyebrow but took a cookie anyway, because, hey- cookies.
„It runs in the family.“ Frank grinned jokingly. „No, but seriously, Leah can do it too. Not that we, like, steal or anything, it's just something we discovered we can do- you have no idea how many times we've fooled our parents with those skills.“ Gerard couldn't help but smile back- it was as if Frank had this bubble of happiness around him that made everyone feel instantly better.

„So. Movie. Horror? Rom-com? Chick-flick?“ Gerard said the last one jokingly, of course- it's not like he had a stash of chick-flicks, but he likes to have a good cry nwo and again, so sue him.

Half an hour later, he found himself crying to P.S. I Love You and cursing Frank for picking this over some zombie movie that wouldn't make Gerard seem like a pussy.

-

„Hello! You have reached Frank Iero's phone! *dog barking* Shut up, Kingston! Sorry. Leave a message after the beep so I know who you are and what you want!“ Gerard sighed at Frank's hyperactive voicemail and waited for the beep.
„Is your entire existence an exclamation point?“ He laughed into the phone. „Call me when you hear this. I had fun last night, even if I did cry my eyes out. Okay, I have to go now, Mikey wants to go to a comic book store. Uh, call me when you hear this? Did I say that already? Fuck.“ He sighed again before hanging up.

Notes

SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS I AM SO SORRY SERIOUSLY.
Writer's block. Ugh.