Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)

Ray and I get to the hall of performance labs when realize that almost all of the rooms were taken, except for one of them at the end of the hall. As we walk up to the door of the last performance lab, we notice a piece of paper taped to the door.
"Due to the AC not working, we advise you to please use the other performance labs available, until this issue is resolved. If you wish to use this area, please do not complain, as we already warned you about the technical difficulty with the temperatures.. Have a nice day! -Maintenance"
"Well shit. Now what are we gonna do?" Ray frowns.
I laugh. "Practice some fucking chords."
"But-"
"Man, shut up and get in here." I grin as I open the door to the lab and walk inside. Ray pouts then follows behind me.
The room was slightly stuffy, but nothing that was too intolerable.
I turn on the speakers and set up the mic to match the height of my guitar as I sit on the stool. Ray just stands by the door on his phone, already looking as if he wanted to leave. Maybe he should've brought his guitar too.
I start playing a fast solo that I had written last year. Though I was abit rusty in playing it, since it's been awhile since the last time ive played it. It didnt sound too bad.
As time went on, the room got hotter and hotter. By the time an hour passes by, my entire body felt as if it were drowning in sweat. My shirt was pretty much like a wet rag, so I decide to pause my playing and take off the soaked black T-shirt and set it near my feet on the ground. I then begin playing the rhythm from American Idiot by Green Day.
Smiling and jamming to the rhythm to the song, I notice Ray taking photos of my silliness. So I stop for a moment and smile for one of Ray's stupid photos then begin playing again.
"You're one weird goof, Frank." Ray smiles.
I laugh but decide to stay silent as I finished the rest of the song and Ray goes back to being on his phone.
Half an hour passes by and I feel like l'm going to pass out in all this heat and humidity. "I feel like I've sweat out an entire Niagara falls." I say as I pick up my shirt from the floor but decide not to put it back on since I already wreaked enough with disgusting body odor.
"Frank, you're not the one suffocating under a fucking afro." Ray shakes the sweat out of his hair.
"Then get a damn haircut." I laugh.
He rolls his eyes and says nothing more.
I shove my hand in my pocket to get my phone, only to find that it wasnt there. I checked all of my other pockets, and it wasn't in any of them. Freaking out, I checked around the mic and amps, but it wasnt there either.
"Dude, you don't remember leaving your phone on your bed before leaving?" Ray chuckles.
I sigh in frustration and embarrassment. "Lets go."
Once we get back to my dorm, I immediately go into the bathroom. "Frank! your phone just buzzed!" Ray shouts from the other side of the bathroom door. I ignore Ray as I undressed and got into the shower.
I come out of the bathroom ten minutes later with a towel wrapped around my waist while drying my hair with a smaller towel.
"You really should check your phone." Ray says with a smirk.
Rolling my eyes, I throw the towel in my hand at him and grab my phone from my bed.
As soon as I turn on the screen, two notifications show up. Both from twitter.
"1 Mention from @Raytoro, 1 New message from @Gerardway." I quickly select the mention from Ray.
"Look at this shirtless goof @Frankiero, making me melt my ass off in a PL with a broken AC... The things I do for my friends..." Attached with the photo that I confidently posed for.
I laugh, favoriting the tweet and re-tweet it then look through the comments below it.
"@Jenalive11: @Raytoro @Frankiero Show off! ;D"
"@Petewentz: @Raytoro @Frankiero You're either too desperate for friends or too good of a friend if you're doing something like that man."
"@AndyB: @Raytoro @Frankiero Now that's what I call dedication!"
I chuckle then look at Ray, who was now standing by the door."Well, i'm gonna let you get dressed, I have a party to get ready for. So i'll see you later?"
I nod. "Alright Ray, see ya."
"Unless.. you wanna come?" He smiles.
I shake my head and wave him off. Not really feeling like I want to be around Ray's drunk friends. Especially with the new guy, brendon. Even if he was cool and all. He still kind of freaked me out with his energetic personality. Dude has some killer vocals though.
As soon as Ray is out of sight, I put on a pair of boxer briefs then go back on my phone. I tap on the message from Gerard and read it."Hmm big talk for such a little guy. ;)"
I laugh as I read his reply, seeing as he really wasn't in a position to say so either.
"look, I am short for a guy, it's true. But you don't have any photos of yourself to prove you're of any advance. I mean, for all I know you could be some kind of mega midget in front of that keyboard, soo you're not one to talk hun ;)"Once I finish replying, I go through my drawers for some pj bottoms then start on my psychology homework. Which really still is irrelevant to getting my damn music degree.
Later that night, as I finished up the last part of my homework, my phone rings loudly beside me. I answered the call without looking at the caller ID. "What is it with you and trying to make me look bad?" My mother's voice whines through the phone.
"What did I possibly do wrong this time?" I ask, already wanting to just hang up on her."You walked out of one of your classes. Who do you think you are? Ditching like that. You didn't even give a good excuse." I took a large deep breath. Talking to her was painful enough, hearing her whine about something she had no business in was worse. "Give me a break! Since I started at this university, you've been talking about me leaving it. Now you're complaining about me, wanting to leave for a single class? Make up your mind, mom."
"I do still want you to pursue a law degree. But do you know how bad it looks when your son is skipping class, to a committee of people who are trying to consider you for a government position? I won't have you ruining that."
Out of the moment, I find myself laughing for an unknown reason. "I'm sorry, but that's not my problem. Your job should not depend on what I want to do. I think you should back off." I hung up, feeling kind of proud that I finally stepped up to her. For the first time, I feel liberated. Maybe it was time for me to do that more often.

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