Frank and I didn't talk much as we headed up the flight of stairs. There was a time where we'd bring up random shit like, 'How about this wallpaper?' or 'These steps are killing me!' but other than that awkward silence.

"This your room?" He asked as we stopped at my door with 31F.

"Yep." I said as I pulled out my keys and jiggled them into the key whole.

"Cool, reminds me of my birthday and my name. You know cause I'm Frank." He said smiling.

I looked at him weirdly and questioned, "Why your birthday?"

"Oh, because I was born on the 31st of Halloween." He replied.

"Really?! That's so cool!" I said as I opened the door to my apartment.

"Yeah, it's cool when you're a little kid and all but when you get older and shit it just seems like your average birthday." He said as he entered the apartment before me.

"Well, I think it's pretty rad." I commented coming in behind him.

"Yeah...so what do you want to do?" Frank asked, analyzing the apartment.

"Uhm, movie?" I looked at the clock, "Movies?" I added. It was only 4:30 pm and right now I only wanted to chill.

"Alright, what do you have?" He slid his hands inside his jeans pockets and rocked on his heels.

"I have some horror movies, action movies..." I walked towards the stack of movies by my flat screen tv. "Romantic comedies that Mikey watched three months ago." I muttered.

"What?" Frank questioned.

"Oh nothing, just horror movies and action movies, basically."

"Do you have Dawn of the Dead?"

"Oh yeah I do." I said with a little excitement in my voice, Mikey and I love this movie.

"Cool, put it in."

"Calm down, I will." I grabbed the disc and turned the DVD player on. "Oh, can you turn on the TV with that remote?" I pointed towards a small. thicker remote on the coffee table.

"Yeah." Frank walked over to the table and grabbed the remote.

Soon the TV was on and the DVD was inside. I got up and sat on the couch, Frank was already seated and smiling. It was a little awkward but yet I still felt comfortable. About thirty minutes in I started to fall asleep, I didn't want to and I tried to stay awake. I glanced at Frank who was watching the movie so intently but was also falling asleep, slowly. Things began to fade and I was out.

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"Gerard? Are you okay honey?" My mom asked me while I was laying on the ground.

"Ow, my arm." I held my arm and I was bleeding. I looked at my surroundings and notice that I was at the old park two blocks away from our house.

"Oh god, come on let's get you home. Mikey!" Mikey came running and was immediately told that we were going to leave.

"What happened Gee?" Mikey asked.

"I fell and I guess some of the wood chips dug into my skin." I said as I kept a close watch on my arm.

"We're going to get you cleaned up Gerard." Mom said as we walked towards their house.

...

"Ow...mom!" I started to scream at the pain.

"I'm sorry honey." She rubbed alcohol on it and then the phone rang.

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"Gerard?" I heard a voice and felt my body being shaken.

"What?" I groaned answering the voice.

"Wake up. Dude it's 8:50." The shaking continued and my eyes started to open.

"What?" I asked as I stretched and my eyes came to focus on Frank's face.

"It's 8:50 well now 8:51 but you get it." Frank stopped touching me and scooted away from my body.

"Do you need a ride back? I can drive you to your apartment." I rubbed my eyes.

"Nah, I can walk. Turns out my apartment isn't far from yours." He smiled.

"You can spend the night, here I'll get a pillow and a blanket." I got up not even realizing what I was doing.

"No, no it's go-"

"No, I insist. New York is crazy and shit. Don't want you to get hurt or anything." I said as I came out of my room with a pillow from my bed and a blanket from my closet.

"Uhm, okay." Frank responded and I smiled.

"Cool, uhm oh bathroom is over here to your left, don't go right! I sleep there." I said.

"Okay, thanks."

"And if you get hungry there's some stuff in your fridge and there's some tea and coffee and alcohol. Don't know why you'd drink alcohol but whatever." I said basically mentally face palming myself.

"Thanks, I think I'll pass on the alcohol but it's very generous of you." He giggled.

"Sorry, I'm just needing to sleep."

"You're good, I'm tired too. Why don't you sleep, I'll be fine and I swear I'm not a perv or anything." He said as he held up his hands.

"Okay, cool. Well good night." I left him in the living room and shut the door to my room. Then I fell onto my bed, screaming, I didn't care if he heard me. I soon fell asleep once again, hopefully I don't wake up thirsty and dizzy again.

Notes

Oh geez...I'm going to be up all night..writing