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Don`t make me jealous, Gerard.

Rehearsal

Beep....beep....beep.
Slamming my hand down on my alarm clock, I stretched and rubbed my eyes. I glanced at the corner of my room, flash of red hair. Huh? I rubbed my eyes once more and peered into the corner.
"Aw man, Frankie, Your breathe smells gross. Drinking won't solve anything." Gerard stood in the corner of my room taking a swig of my beer.
"Gee!" I ran at him, I went to hug him but...he disappeared.
Ding ding.
I jumped on to my bed and stretched over to reach my phone. 5 new tweets and 1 message, from Bob.
'Frank, where are you?'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean what I said, where are you? Rehearsal started 10 minutes ago!'
'Be right there!'
I fumbled with the keys to the studio trying to balance my guitar and my folder and my backpack. I scanned round the room, no Gerard.
"Hey guys, where's Gee-I mean Gerard?"
"He's off sick, flu or something, he wouldn't let me in his room." Mikey sighed and plucked at his bass.
"Oh right."

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Comments

I’d be interested in an updated version...I like rereading fics when the writer's come back after a long time, it’s nice to see how people have changed/grown as writers.
I reread my own old fics on occasion...but they just make me cringe and want to delete them.
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Ahhhhh this is such a good story :) xx

Jemima Jemima
1/10/15

I want my ring in elvish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, loved this story from the beginning, sad to see it end but It was a happy ending!

Left Shark Left Shark
1/9/15

Awwh :'((( gonna miss this

Yay! I missed this

Frerardified Frerardified
12/27/14