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Frank's POV


Frank was lying in bed, doing nothing, when he got a text from Gerard.

‘Looking forward to next week?’

Next week? What was next week? What had he forgotten? …oh. Fuck. ‘Oh shit. Finals week…’

‘Yep. Guess who’s really fucking not prepared?’

‘…me?’ How did Gerard know about his failing grades?

‘What? No, I was talking about me. I’ve only been in these classes for a week, that’s not enough time to memorize this shit.’

‘Oh. Well I’m not going to do so great either.’

‘…why not?’

‘Well I haven’t exactly been paying attention or…you know, doing homework or anything.’

‘…hey Frank, are you doing anything this weekend?’

‘No, I don’t think so. Why?’

‘Because, you’re going to spend the weekend at my house, and we’re going to help each other study for finals.’

Holy shit, a whole weekend at Gerard’s house? ‘Oh. Sounds great.’ Maybe he’d even get some okay grades out of it.

‘Sweet. You can get a ride home with me tomorrow.’

Oh yeah, tomorrow was Friday. ‘Yeah, sure. I should probably go pack some stuff up.’

‘Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘See ya.’

Oh gosh, spending a whole weekend at Gerard’s house…holy shit. He had to…he had to look nice. He stared at himself in the mirror. Holy shit, he looked awful. He suddenly had a burning desire to take like…five showers.

He stripped down to his boxers and grabbed a towel from the hall closet, creeping into the bathroom, hoping to not be seen by any of his family. He successfully got to the bathroom without being seen, sighing in relief. Pulling his boxers off and turning the shower on, he made sure it was warm before stepping under the water. He’d forgotten how good water felt. Maybe he should go swimming more often. He smiled to himself. Maybe trying wasn’t so bad.

After washing himself five times, and washing his hair an extra two, he stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and smiling at himself in the mirror, brushing his teeth for good measure. He felt so clean. It was kind of a weird feeling, but definitely not a bad one.

After locking himself back in his room, he realized that his room didn’t look so great either. He frowned, pulling on some clean clothes. After a few seconds’ debate, he decided to carry his sheets and blankets down to the laundry room, putting them in the wash.

Well, now he had an hour or two before he could go to sleep. He looked around the room, deciding, why not clean it?

He spent the next three hours cleaning up his room, re-making his bed, and then washing a lot of clothes that he hadn’t bothered washing in awhile.

When he was finally done, he was exhausted, but he felt good. He felt like he’d accomplished something. He smiled, turning his lights off and falling asleep in his clothes.

Notes

Yay, clean Frank ^^ I think Gerard might be helping him more than he's helping Gerard. Not that he'd admit that.