“Gerard, are you going to say anything?” He asked, attitude filling his voice

I pressed my lips up to his. “This is hot as fuck.”

“I knew it!” He laughed, kissing me back.

“I love you so much, Frank.” I commented, kissing him passionately.

“I love you too.”

I looked towards the clock and realized it was 11 and we both decided to go to sleep.

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I woke up to a loud ring coming from my nightstand, where my phone was plugged in.

“Hello?” I groaned.

“Hey, Gerard. It’s Bert.” He continued. “I’m getting clean.”

My jaw dropped. Bert had never been clean. In all the time I’d known Bert, he’d never even wanted to clean himself up.

“Do you need any help?” I asked. “I’m sure I could make it over or Frank could make it over.

“Yeah, it’d be really nice to see you, Gerard.” He answered. “You’re one of the only people who could clean me up.”

I wrote a note that told Frank where I was, and I headed off to Bert’s house. Normally, I would’ve waited for Frank to wake up but I knew he would’ve yelled at me for going. I started the car and drove down to his house. I got out of the car and walked to his patio, where he was smoking.

“Hey Bert!” I greeted, scratching my neck.

“Hey Gerard.”

“You’re cleaning up?” I asked.

“I sure am.” He confirmed. A smile came to his face and he hugged me. “Thanks to you.”

I smiled back. “I’m proud of you.”

We walked into his house and I saw that it was actually well kept and clean. He led me towards his bedroom and I gasped. This was why he needed help…. Vodka and beer bottles covered the floor, cocaine bags were spilled on his dresser and he looked so much more miserable than he did less than a minute ago.

“Can you help me get rid of it?” He asked.

“Is it okay if I have Frank help clean all of this?” I asked, not confirming his question. He nodded,staring at me for a minute. I dialled Frank’s number and briefly asked if he could join us.

Frank arrived after about an hour. He was dressed in an old Misfits shirt I’d bought him a while back and a pair of ripped jeans. Bert stared at him for a minute.

“Damn, that’s the Frank I remember” Frank smiled at Bert after the comment.

“Yeah, I missed it too!” Frank replied, smiling.

We all got to work cleaning Bert's place of all cocaine, alcohol, and pills, and eventually, we earned ourselves 3 boxes of pizza.

Notes

Sorry it's so short.
I'm trying to make this very dramatic so the next chapter is going to ruin your life maybe.
Here's a picture my work space area