Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)
"Hey! sleeping beauty, mind getting up from my bed?" Ray states loudly into my ear while lightly slapping me on both of my cheeks repeatedly.
I wave his hands away from my face and open my eyes. My head instantly feels as if it were going to burst at any moment. Not to mention, the light from Ray's open window blinding me, with its intensity.. Great! Just what I needed, a damn hangover. "Why am I in your dorm?" I ask, shutting my eyes closed again. Who knew my hungover state turned me into the human embodiment of Randall boggs.
"I don't know. I just woke up this morning in yours." He chuckles. "Want some coffee?"
I nod and get up from the bed."Yeah."
Ray then goes to his kitchenette, starts the coffee pot and comes back out with a glass of water and a couple of Ibuprofen pills.
"What happened last night? I don't remember shit after you left that bottle at my door."
He laughs then hands me the water and pills. "I remember you calling Jamia a fuck load of times but she didn't answer so you just went crazy and started trying to get with anything that had a pulse."
My eyes opened wide. "Please tell me you're kidding."
"Dude, I wish I was."
I groan and chug the pills down with the water. "Do we have class today?"
"Not until tomorrow." Ray grabs a couple of clean mugs from the sink and sets them down by the coffee pot. "By the way, Jenna wanted to talk to you."
"About?"
He shrugs. "I dont know, she never said why."
I chuckle. "I'll go talk to her on my way back to my dorm."
Several minutes later, Ray had our coffees ready. We drank them while discussing some music, classes and whether or not I was successful with getting laid in my drunken state. Luckily, I wasnt.
If one things for sure, it's that sleeping with anyone on this campus is just another shit storm waiting to happen. Given that, they're either with someone or have something that you'll need to take care of with penicillin. If you're lucky enough to not get in one of those situations, you'll just probably end up with the one that gets super attached after the night of drunken sex and turn into some crazy leech. Which by the way, doesn't sound as bad as it really is. Doesn't matter if it's a girl or a guy. And this is from personal experience. Unfortunately. Though i'm glad I never needed any penicillin..
Soon after we finished our coffees, we said our goodbyes and I felt slightly better.
I then made my way to Jenna's dorm, while trying to make myself look some what presentable. After finger combing my unruly black hair, straightening my long sleeve green shirt and black skinny jeans, I get to Jenna's dorm. Her door was wide open, so I just walk in.
"Frankie!" She smiles as she sat on her bed with my phone in her hand.
My mouth drops as I realized that I hadn't had my phone when I woke up, and possibly most of last night.
"Give me back my phone." I command.
She rolls her eyes and hands it back. "By the way, who's Gerard?"
I sit down next to her. "Just some guy. Why do you ask?"
She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "Just some guy?.. Your Twitter messages say otherwise."
My eyes widen as I got up and stood in front of her. "You read my messages?!"
She shrugs. "Don't yell at me, queen diva. I only read the most recent one he sent you."
My eyes narrowed at her smirking expression. Oh, what nosy friends I have.. "What did you want to talk to me about?" I say, hoping it would change the subject.
"Oh nothing, I just wanted to give your phone back." She smiles again.
I roll my eyes and chuckle. "Thanks."
Jenna immediately gets up and suddenly hugs me. "By the way, next time you decide to flirt with me, don't shove your phone in my bra." She whispers into my ear before pulling away and grinning.
I feel my cheeks flushing a bright crimson red in embarrassment. Though I swear I remember none of it. "I'm sorry about that." I think I remember why I tried to stop drinking in high school. And the fact of the matter of it is, I was right to. No one wants to be the drunk tramp.
"It's okay. I know you, and your not the usual asshole, so I'm letting you off easy." She playfully winks at me. "Now get out, I have to leave for calculus soon."
I nod and leave the room.
As soon as I'm back in my dorm, I throw myself on my bed, and begin thinking about what Jenna had said earlier about Gerard. What did she mean by my Twitter messages meaning otherwise? It's not like I've been sending him nudes or anything. Hell! I haven't really been sending him suggestive messages.. So why would she say that?
I sigh as I get on my phone and check my Twitter. Going through my usual boring news feed, I suddenly notice a certain re-tweet that catches my eye.
"Get your asses to Shaun's Comic Shop in NY to get the FIRST edition of Umbrella Academy! #Stoked" along with a photo of 3 guys smiling proudly in front of a shelf of comics.
I stare at the photo. Studying it like it was a piece of art. Though, in a way it kind of was.
The guy on the far left was grinning, happiness clear on his face. He looked middle aged with his tanned skin, sprouting beard and short curly brown hair. Through his slightly baggy white T-shirt and jeans, I could see that he was slim, but not too skinny. His arm relaxed as it was around the waist of the guy in the middle, who I'd assume was Shaun. I think. I dont really know. But it would make sense if he was, since the person in the middle of a picture is usually the important one in the entire photo. I then stare at the guy in the middle. His hazel green eyes glinting with utter happiness. His smile was wide with a sense of childlike pride, making him look heart wrenchingly adorable. His long black hair messy in a way, that only he pulled off extremely well. His body wasn't chubby nor too skinny. I guess I could say, he was fit. He was hot AND adorable, to say the least. How many people did I know, could possibly have those two traits? None. That's how many. Some lucky bastard he is. He must have girls just falling at his feet for him.. I chuckle, seeing the black Madonna shirt he was wearing along with his dark blue skinny jeans. The guy on the far right had a beard just like the guy on the other side of the trio, but it was alittle bit more outgrown. His long light brown hair going in every direction. Like he'd just woken up. He was slightly chubbier than the other two but not by too much. He seemed more proud than happy, though he did have a smile on his face.
It was at that moment that I wondered if Gerard was one of these guys in the picture. He could be... Maybe?.. Maybe not..
He's never posted a photo of himself, not even when asked to. He always responded with the same argument that his account was solely for his work, Not his personal life to anyone who asked to see what the genius behind the amazing drawings looked like. So why would he all of a sudden post photos of himself and others? Or any photos of himself at all?
Shaking off the thought, I favorite the tweet and go straight to my messages. "I think you got those messages confused, sweetheart. I think the three inches was supposed to be measuring something else, not our difference in height. ;)"
What the- Why would he send me that?
My eyes widen as I reread his message again for the third time, then read my previous message to him... Or messages..
"What can I say, I'm short and fierce ;) And you're only taller than me by 3 inches.."
"By the way, that's not the only thing I have that's bigger than me.. ;P"
My first message to him wasn't too bad, but the second one.. He must think I'm some weird pervert now. Fuck! How am I going to get myself out of this one? Can I even get myself out of this?... Probably not. Might as well play along now. Though, I do still need to explain to him that I was drunk. But hey! At least this guy has a sense of humor. Which is a good thing.
"Hey.. Uh.. I'm sorry if my previous message creeped you out. I was drunk and well... My dick tends to take over when I drink.. But thanks for keeping a good sense of humor ;) Because it's funny that you think you're right ;)" I smirk as I send the message. I comfortably expand my limbs on my bed and close my eyes.
I began to think about the guy in the middle of the photo that Gerard posted. His image was now practically engraved in my mind. As perfect and hot as he was, I wouldn't be able to talk to him. I mean, he was in New York and I'm here in Florida. I wouldn't even know how to get myself to talk to him. I don't even know the guy's name for fuck sake, and I'm already thinking about him like I'm some kind of prepubescent obsessive girl..
What the hell am I turning into?

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