You Won't Fuck My Friends

I woke up with a start, a familiar churning feeling in the pit of my stomach and I abruptly sat up. Bert awoke and rolled over to look at me with a smile, unconcerned by the common morning activity. I swung my legs round and leapt from the bed, running to the bathroom and opening the door to find Frank already there, leaning over the toilet bowl and throwing up his guts. I reeled around and lurched for the bin, I grabbed it and evacuated the contents of my stomach into it as Frank wiped his mouth and turned to face me.
Bert walked in and knelt behind me, holding my hair out my face and rubbing soothing circles on my back.
"Baby, you really should drink less." Bert scolded me with a smirk as I coughed one last time.
"But last night sure was great!" I choked and Bert laughed.
"It fucking rocked man!" Bert stroked my hair then whipped around suddenly to retch into the toilet.
"So should you." I smirked at Bert once he'd finished, "Drink less I mean."
"Ah you're only young once, go with it." Bert laughed and I smiled, nudging past him to get to the sink and brush my teeth. Frank joined me and soon enough Bert followed suit.
Once the three of us were cleaned up we all sank down to the floor, I was the only one in my underwear as the other two were wearing dressing gowns so Frank passed me the one hanging on the hook on the back of the door.
"Frank you were legendary last night," Bert said as he leant against the wall.
"Yeah you fucking were!" I giggled.
"No I wasn't!" Frank protested indignantly making Bert and I giggle even more.
"Yeah, you were." Bert responded, glancing at me with a smirk.
"No! I did nothing!" Frank shot back.
"Uh, you saw Patrick’s fish tank and started flapping your hands around in it trying to catch the fish as you screamed 'GUYS I FOUND NEMO!' you were amazing!" I smiled as Bert howled with laughter.
"And when Gerard walked away and you didn't know where he'd gone you ran around the room whining 'Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' whilst he followed you, laughing his ass off!" Bert laughed out once he'd calmed down a bit.
"Then Hayley came to ask if you were alright and you grabbed her face, kissed her cheek and stared seriously into her eyes whilst telling her she was the most beautiful carrot you'd ever seen." I commented as Bert slapped his hand against the floor.
"Dude that was messed up!" Bert choked with tears running down his face, “Thankfully Hayley found it hilarious too, she was crying from laughing too hard!”
"I didn't mean any of it! I swear!" Frank cried in a high pitched voice.
"You were the fucking life last night!" I laughed and Frank turned to face me suddenly.
"What did you give me?!" He asked quietly.
"Sorry what?" Bert asked, sliding a bit closer to him.
"What did you fucking give me?" Frank repeated in the same tone.
"I, I don't understand?" I narrowed my eyes and cocked my head, peering at him from underneath my hair.
"Just answer the fucking question, Gerard." Frank sounded deadly quiet, and it was more a command than a question.
"I gave you orange juice." I said simply, remembering making it.
"With anything in it?" Frank hissed, "Liqueur? Vodka?"
"Just a little vodka." I replied, shifting uncomfortably as Bert gaped at me.
"And why the fuck did you do that?!" Frank spat, making me jump.
"It was a good idea." I shrugged it off, rolling my eyes.
"And what gave you the right to do that? You are such a nice person, then you have one drink and turn into a right dick who's a manipulative liar! I’m pretty sure you gave me a pill too once I was hammered!" Frank shouted.
"I was doing you a favour!" I shot back, "You were being such an insecure nobody and I lightened you up, and yeah I did give you that pill, thanks to that you even made friends with almost everyone there!"
"Yeah, and I don't remember a fucking thing because I sure was pissed out my fucking brain because of you, motherfucker! You really need to take a long hard look at yourself, Gerard, you may think it's hardcore cool to get yourself into that state every night but really it’s a shame. It's such a shame that someone as talented as you wastes themselves and their life away like this! This isn’t living, you could have a future but no, you’re contented where you are, poisoning yourself and forcing pills down your throat until you vomit. No it just ain’t fucking living, and you’re a waste." Frank sighed heavily at the end of his outburst and glared at me, I stared back forlornly.
I wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything to say, Franks words had shocked me.
"Woah Frankie! Calm down mate!" Bert laughed, shaking his head at him then turning to me, "Gerard, you shouldn't have spiked his drink and let him take that pill, it was a bad thing to do, even if it was funny as fuck!"
I smiled weakly but my heart wasn't in it, Frank’s words were echoing in my head and they were bothering me seriously. Did he really think that? Yeah he was angry, but did he really mean it or was he just letting his rage takeover?
Why was I even bothering so much about it? I was a young adult, his hate shouldn't mean anything to me and I would usually have just brushed it aside. I hadn't regretted giving Frank the vodka at the time, although I could feel the guilt beginning to bubble in my stomach, I didn't usually feel like this, what was wrong with me?
"Gerard, honey?" I was snapped out of my trance by Bert's hand gently rubbing my leg.
"Yeah?"
"We were just saying we should go eat then do something for the day. I mean we always just laze around all day but Frank's suggesting something different, what do you say?" Bert asked me, his smile looking beautiful.
"Sure, whatever." I smiled back and Bert got up, taking both me and Frank's hands in each of his and pulling us up.
Once we'd made food we were sitting at the table eating it when Bert's phone rang, he muttered a quick apology to us an answered it as me and Frank exchanged a glance.
A moment later Bert took the phone away from his ear and hung up, "Sorry guys, but that was Pete, he's in a right state and needs me to help him out with a family situation so I'd better go. I'm really sorry."
"Don't worry about it, he's your friend and I don't expect you to devote all your time to me." I replied, smiling and Bert smiled back, before giving me a quick kiss.
"I'm glad baby," Bert ruffled my hair then grabbed his jacket from the back of a nearby chair, making for the door and shouting back over his shoulder, "You guys still go out though, have a great time for me!"
"Bye mate!" Frank called to him and we heard the door slam, the tension in the room suddenly seemed to grow. It was so awkward and I had no idea what to say, I kept shooting glances at Frank and trying to avoid eye-contact with him as he did the same to me. We finished our food in silence before he finally spoke.
"Gerard?"
"Yes?" I asked curtly, raising my glass to drink.
He grinned awkwardly, "I have one killer headache."

Notes

So I'm trying to get back on track with my updates, and so far so good I guess xD
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