You Won't Fuck My Friends

I woke up on the floor and immediately tried to sit up, my head seared with pain and I groaned as black spots danced before my eyes. Once my vision cleared I looked around at my surroundings, I was behind a sofa in the apartment and sun was streaming in through the windows, the light reflecting off the various glass bottles scattered across the floor and leaving coloured reflections on the ceiling. The stereo was still playing but somebody must have turned it down at some point during the night.
I heard a noise come from the next room, it sounded like somebody tripping over bottles and stumbling about. I leapt up, clenching my teeth and my eyes tightly shut as my head almost exploded.
"Bert?" I half whispered in a croaky voice.
More stumbling sounds reached my sensitive ears, followed by the sound of someone swearing in a thick British accent. I smiled slightly.
"Oli?" I called out, "You alright, man?"
Oli stumbled part way through the door and leant against the frame, his hair was tousled and his eyes gazed around slightly unfocused.
"Gerard?" He asked unsurely, then saw me and nodded, "Shit man, I must have passed out from all the juice, I'm really sorry."
I laughed, "Don't worry mate, we're in the same boat!"
Oli laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, "Ah well, it's your house though so that's alright."
"Nah, it's Bert's place really."
"Same thing basically," Oli shrugged with a grin, "I should probably try to make my way home now, I told Hannah I'd be back last night. She'll be so mad at me."
"You can call her if you like?" I said as I picked my way across the floor to retrieve the telephone from the shelf and throw it to him.
"Thanks Gee, you're the man!" He called as I left the room and he dialled the number.
The hall was a mess as well, with food and half empty bottles spread out over the carpet. I stopped outside Frank's room and paused for a moment, listening carefully before I inched open the door and peered in. Frank was fast asleep, he'd managed to put pyjamas on and go to bed properly unlike my self. Carefully, I closed the door and made my way along to the room where Bert and I slept, my head pounding with every step I took. Once again I listened before silently opening the door and looking in to see Bert lying fully clothed on top of the bed. He looked so peaceful as he lay there and I smiled to myself before closing the door and making my way to the kitchen.
I popped open a packet of painkillers and swallowed some dry, then searched for the coffee pot as I sang softly to myself. As I was making the coffee my headache began to lessen and I smiled a little as I sang, what had happened last night? It'd had been a good night, I knew that, but my memories were blurred and faint. I remembered dancing with Bert as everyone arrived, I remembered Josh attempting to punch me in the face but deciding against it and hugging me instead, I remembered laughing as Taylor tried to convince me and others that the orange geranium she was talking to was Hayley, I remembered walking in on Patrick and Pete making out and running off to tell Austin but forgetting to when I actually saw him - after that though my memory was blank. It had been a rad night though I knew that.
I poured three cups of coffee and carried one through to Frank's room, setting it lightly on the bedside table before darting quietly off without waking him. I picked up the other two and carried them through to Bert's room, placing them on the bedside table and climbing onto the bed where I sat next to Bert, cross-legged and absentmindedly stroking his hair. After about ten minutes he awoke.
"Gerard?" He blinked looking up at me.
"I made coffee." I smiled and reached over to pick up a cup and passed it to him as he sat up. "How's your head?"
"Pretty good actually," He replied as I reached across to get my own cup and sip from it, "It doesn't hurt at all."
I kissed his forehead and he smiled at me before drinking his coffee. We both sat in silence as we drunk for a while, I wasn't really thinking about anything, just staring vaguely at the wall. I'd almost finished my cup when there was a knock at the bedroom door and a moment later Frank appeared, fully dressed and holding his own mug of coffee.
"Oli's just left, I thought I should tell you," He made his way towards us and sat in a chair near to the bed, "thank you for the coffee by the way."
"Cool," I said, before smiling and adding, "no problem."
Frank didn't reply, and we lapsed into silence. A couple of minutes later Bert broke it by asking about Oli. I explained to him and he nodded, the silence returned until Bert had finished drinking.
"We'd better get going then," Bert said as he placed his empty mug on the bedside table, "we've likely got a hell of a lot of clearing up to do!"
I nodded in agreement, "Yeah this place is a tip to be honest."
"Wait," Bert turned to look at me, "where did you sleep last night? You weren't with me when I came in here I don't think?"
I laughed, "Somewhere in the living room, the exact co-ordinates are unknown!"
Bert smiled and shook his head as he stood up, he picked up his mug and walked out with both Frank and I following him. We went into the living room and Bert took some bin bags out of a cabinet and handed them to us. We began picking things up and putting them into the bags as the stereo played 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' by The Smiths.
"I'll go clean the bathroom," Bert said after a while, "that way we'll be able to use it soon."
After he'd left, Frank and I continued clearing up in silence whilst the stereo played a lot of my favourite songs.
"Gerard?" Frank spoke easily over the quiet music.
"Mmm?" I half replied.
"What did you mean last night?" Frank asked, continuing to tidy.
"What do you mean?" I responded, slightly confused.
"When you, you know, said you were glad I was gay?" He paused and I turned to look at him.
"Did I?" I asked as we made eye contact for the first time that morning.
"Yes, you did." Frank said starkly, "you were probably too hammered to remember it mind you."
"I don't know." I said, looking away as I racked my brains, I really hoped I hadn't said that.
"I was on the couch with Hayley and you just came over and said it." Frank prompted me, "what does it mean? Why?"
"Oh I don't know," I said, I sounded angry but I really didn't mean to. I was really confused and my face was beginning to flush, I hoped Bert wouldn't come back in to hear this conversation, "I was probably too drunk to know what I was saying and I likely didn't mean it either."
"Oh," Frank's eyes seemed to flash and we stared at each other, "the only time you'll say something that I could maybe take as a compliment, the only time you're really properly nice to me is when you're too pissed to mean it and the next morning you don't even remember it?! I don't even know how I was meant to take it, were you dropping hints? I obviously have no clue though and you don't even remember it happening!"
My face flushed even more, not blushing in embarrassment but in anger more than anything else.
"I don't know what to think of you," Frank continued, "one minute you're full on making out with Bert, then the next you're flirting with me and I get confused about what you're thinking, then suddenly you're all over Bert again! You're hard to read and problematic as it is, and to make it worse you get so drunk and high that you don't know shit about yourself or whatever the fuck you're doing!"
I dropped my bag as I stepped closer to him, "I'm not flirting with you, don't think that for one minute. I love Bert, you're twisting this but you can't change that, I love him more than anything and you stay the fuck out of it. I don't know what I meant when I said that to you last night, but I can assure you it doesn't matter. Your sexuality means nothing to me, whatever your orientation I don't care because I have a relationship and I'm happy, okay?" My voice shook and my anger subsided a little but I continued staring at him, "If Bert thought I was flirting with you I'd feel so ashamed, I'm not making ANY moves on you so-"
"Don't go telling him what you said last night, yeah I get it." Frank said coldly, turning to walk out the door into the hall.
"No, I-" My anger disappeared and I stopped because I knew Frank was out of earshot and it was pointless to keep ranting. I looked downwards and picked up my bag again to continue clearing up with a sigh, feeling absolutely hopeless and pathetic as the stereo played Joy Division's 'Love Will Tear Us Apart'.

Notes

I am honestly so so so sO SO SORRY!!!
I've not been on in months because I've been focusing on school work and exams, but I really should have told you that I wasn't going to update! I left the story on such a cliffhanger and I'm so sorry for that too, but I'm back now and hopefully I'll be updating fairly regularly! I'm going to update the rest of my fics too, but I'm really sorry that I never told you and just stopped coming online. However my exams are just about finished now so I plan to be online a hella lot more!:)
Thank you for sticking with me for all this time, and I hope you like this chapter - feel free to comment and all raging at me for disappearing for such a while, or you can give me feedback, either way I'm good with that!:)
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