Test Your Faith.

It was nearly eleven now, Gerard finally coming up from the basement to see Mikey still focused in on the game he was playing and Frank long asleep with his head on Mikey's lap. Mikey seemed to take no notice to Frank as he played way too popular first person shooter. Gerard stood behind the couch, looking down at Franks sleeping face, controller still in his hand but shut off. "Have you called his mom?" Gerard asked, wanting to make sure his mother knew that he'd be staying the night. "Yeah. Like two hours ago." Mikey paused the game, turning slightly so he could look at Gerard. "Okay. You've both got school tommorow. So maybe you should go upstairs now." Gerard said. Mikey nodded slightly lifting Frank's upper body up so he could slip out from beneath him, replacing where his legs had been with a pillow from the couch. Frank mumbled a bit, shifting, but remained asleep. "Uh, he can sleep in my room if you want. The couch isn't exactly the most comfortable place." Gerard offered, though he really did want Frank to sleep in his room. Mikey shrugged dismissively. "I don't care what you do with him as long as it's legal." Mikey joked, but Gerard thought about it more seriously. "All right, goodnight Mikes." He nodded, purposely messing up his brother's hair before pushing him towards the stairs. "Yeah, yeah. Night, Gee." He rolled his eyes, a minute later Gerard heard the door upstairs slam shut. Gerard looked down at Frank's still sleeping form. He decided against bringing him down to the basement on the reason that he'd probably be freaked out if he woke up in Gerard's room with no memory of getting there. Instead, Gerard took one of the blankets from his own bed and layed it over Frank, ignoring his desire to hold the boy in his arms and warm him up that way. The next morning Frank was jolted awake with the sound of David Bowie playing way too loud. He looked around, confusion in his expression momentarily before he was hit in the face with a uniform. One of Mikey's, to be exact. "Get dressed. We've gotta go in like ten minutes." Mikey said, already in his own uniform. Frank hurried to the bathroom, getting changed into the slightly too-big uniform. When he left the bathroom the music was lowered and Gerard came rounding out of the kitchen, shoving his bookbag into his hands. "Your mom came by to drop it off. She didn't bring your uniform though, as it's pretty obvious." Gerard laughed slightly as Frank blushed. Frank had already rolled up his pants but Gerard was now in the process of folding up his sleeves. Ten minutes later they're out the door, Gerard shouting goodbye after them.

Notes

This is sorta short but hey oh well... are you liking it?