Pills don't help but it sure is funny

"I haven't smoken' pot in so long" Gerard said and put a smile on his lip as he put the joint to them. It left him a little burn mark, but he didn't even wince.

He took it closer to his lips and inhaled. "You might need it, I mean" I whispered, I took off my jacket as it suddenly got very warm.

"I'm sweating man" I giggle and take my hand through Gerards hair and shake.
"Same" Gerard said and took off his black baseball jacket to reveal a blue t-shirt.
As he took it off some of his belly show. It wasn't perfect, but still good enough to make
me think about what was hiding under there.

I've always preffered women, only man I'd ever slept with was Frank,
but I'd prefer not to talk about that moment. Me and Frank promised never
to tell eachother or anyone anything from that night.

"I mean... I just felt like Frank was my first love you know" Gerard said and
inhaled the blunt once more. "I'm sorry, he's always so bad at love, he choose
the wrong people" I say and lay down looking at the stars.

"Like me?" Gerard groans and lays back, "nah, Like that Kit guy, and probably me."
Gerard looks at me with big eyes, "you and Frank?."

"It was ages ago, Frank was a bit tipsy and I were also. We just had a one
night stand..." I explained. "Did you put your dick in him" Gerard asked straight out.
"Y-yes" Gerard stared me down for a while. "Did it feel good?" He giggled and turned away as he sat up.

"Yeah, I could say that, he was tight and that all I mean yeah" I nervously said.
"How big is your dick?" Gerard's relaxed voice said, the weed started to wear off us both.
"that's tad personal," Gerard just looked at me and smiled.

"you're starting to freak me out" I whisper, "it's 2 AM you know... I think it's time to go" I said, Gerard just sat there. It took about 3 minutes until Gerard just nodded and to me to walk away.

Frank's P.O.V)

I laid in bed feeling Kit's arms around all of the bruises he had made,
it felt like my body was on fire. It was all Kit, but finally I just couldn't stay with him anymore.

He was a drug, it blinded me into thinking this was good for me, like his love
felt good. But no, You don't want to be like me, don't want to see
All the things I've seen. Being lied to, hit, hurt, pushed to the ground, raped
it's horrible.

I've had enough, it's as easy as that. I sit up and look at Kit laying with his hair in his face and a tiny smile on his lips. He always look like this when sleeping.
I need to go, I slowly stand up, grab my skinnies, grab a jacket and pull it over.
Slowly walking as I grab a few shirts into a bag I walk out and call Bob.

Notes

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