I paced nervously in front of my mirror, stopping every few minutes to examine my reflection. It was 6:48 and Frank would be here to pick me up very soon. I was nervous and excited for the upcoming night. It would be nice to actually get out of the house and do something fun for once. My daily work and sleep routine had been getting pretty monotonous. This was my first night out in a while though. I hadn't actually gone somewhere with someone since I was changed. The whole thing seemed slightly intimidating and foreign. I just hoped I could keep myself in check. I had even gone out last night and fed a couple of days early to assure myself that I wouldn't feel hungry.
The sudden piercing sound that was my doorbell rang out, pulling me from my pacing. My eyes widened and my nerves kicked into hyper drive. If I still had a working beating heart it would've been pounding out of my chest right now. I gave myself another frantic look over in the mirror before composing myself and heading over to the door. I opened it to a (as usual) grinning Frank.
"Hey Gee!" I raised my eyebrows at the nickname. It was nice though, I liked it. "Eh I came up with it, so I'm gonna use it," He informed me while bouncing up and down on his heels. He had so much energy bubbled up inside of him. I wonder where he got it from.
"Well I give you permission to use it," I chuckled as I turned to lock my apartment door. I turned back to him. "So now off to watch this band play?" I asked, following him down the hallway to the elevator.
"Yeah!" He practically cheered. "I've listened to them play before and their really good!" He was like a five year old on a sugar high and it was rather adorable. Hey, what can I say. I can still look at the merchandise without buying it.

The elevator dinged and dropped us off at the main lobby. I waved hi to the manager as I followed Frank out to his car.
"So this," He gestured to a slightly worn down black Trans Am, "Is my baby. She's not much but I love her anyway."
I laughed, "Is that how you introduce your girlfriend too?" I chuckled but he turned slightly red.
"Yeah, uh no girlfriend," He stammered out blushing red.
"Hey," I consoled him, "If it makes you feel any better I don't have one either." I offered up the information with a shrug. Never will either. Now a boyfriend...
"Gerard Way are you hinting that you're single to me?" Frank faked a gasp and winked. Now it was my turn to blush.
"Shut up and get in the car so you can take me to that stupid concert." I climbed into the passenger seat and sat with my arms crossed faking a pout. Frank laughed, but obligingly stepped into the car. We were on our way to what I hoped would be a good night.
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Frank was right. The band playing that night was really good. I think they were called Star something, Starset I think (A/N I highly encourage you to go check them out ;D) The music, mixed with spending time with someone I was friends with made the night pretty fucking awesome. Friends. Were me and Frank friends? We were hanging out with each other and earlier we were teasing. Yes I decided. We are friends. Maybe not close ones but we got out of the acquaintance zone
"Gerrrard," Frank hung onto the "r" in my name as he stumbled over to me, clearly drunk. "You want a beer? I think I want another one," He mumbled giggling.
"Nah, I'm good. And I think you've had enough too. Remember the last time you got drunk," I added as a side thought. He pouted but was soon grinning again.
"Aah, you killjoy. Why aren't you drinking?" He was stumbling over his words making him hard to understand. I bit my lip while I thought up a lie.
"I was an alcoholic. I don't touch it anymore," I told him. It actually wasn't a lie. When I was human and deeply depressed I had turned to alcohol to help. It had gotten really bad, to the point that Mikey had forced me into rehab. I had been clean for two months before I was turned. Since then obviously I hadn't touched it.
"Oh shit sorry dude," Frank apologized with a yawn, but I think he was too drunk to actually mean it. "I'm tired as fuck man, can we go?" He asked leaning on me, suddenly half asleep. I didn't respond. Instead I pulled him towards the bar doors, holding his waist to support him and being careful not to bump into anything.
We finally managed to make it out the door past drunks and dancers. I walked him over to his car and propped him up against the side.
"So I guess I'll be driving," I mumbled under my breath. I then realized I needed the keys from Frank to start the car. "Frank," I poked him in the arm. "I need the car keys."
"Ugh in...my pocket..." He grumbled mostly asleep. I blushed as I realized what I had to do. Tentatively I reached into his pocket and began looking for the keys. Not finding them I reached for his other pocket. Damn not there either I thought frustrated. Then I blushed even deeper, realizing that they must be in his back pocket. Extremely embarrassed now, and with my cheeks a flaming red, I reached my hand into his back pocket. You're touching his ass! My mind screamed at me. Not a half bad one either...
"No, bad Gerard!" I scolded as my hand found the keys. I pulled my hand away relieved, and fumbled with the keys. Finding the one that unlocked the doors, I helped the knocked out Frank into the passenger seat before taking to the drivers seat.
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It didn't occur to me until I reached my apartment that I had no clue where Frank lived. He had said that he lived nearby, but that could be a lot of places. That left me with two options. One, leave him in the car, or two, take him to my apartment. I quickly decided on two, not wanting to seem like a major asshole.
"C'mon sleeping beauty," I grumbled pulling him out of his seat. He moaned and complained, but eventually woke up long enough for us to walk/stumble to my apartment. I shut my apartment door, with Frank still leaning on me and sighed. "Lets get you to my room," I told him guiding him down the hallway to my room. He was too tired and half asleep to protest, and came with me willingly.
I helped him onto the bed where he swiftly passed out again, snoring softly. I watched him for a couple of seconds, smiling at how cute he is, before getting his shoes off and putting a blanket over his sleeping figure.

"Night Frankie," I whispered as I turned off the light and headed towards the living room. Looks like I'd be sleeping on the couch tonight.

Notes

Sorry for the boring chapter. It's kind of a filler. The next couple will be soo :/ sorry dudes