Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Back in the day...

Chapter 15

by monstrice901 8 Reviews

Cleaning and hangovers - never a good combination...

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst,Drama,Romance - Characters: Bob Bryar,Frank Iero,Gerard Way - Warnings: [!] - Published: 2011/10/18 - Updated: 2011/10/18 - 2291 words - Complete

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Hello people!!! I am back! Ok - I was never exactly gone but you know... Was the last chapter that dire? It got like two reviews! Sorry if it was. This is where the story starts to pick up a bit so enjoy!! As ever review review review!! And rate. You'll get cookies! Or chocolate! Or porridge! Don't ask... We seem to have a few tonnes of it in our cereal cupboard! XD You probably all think I'm mad now. I'm not gonna say I'm not. I have been doubting my sanity for several years! Hmmmmm - I'm in the mood for cookies now! BRB.... Goddammit - I can't find any! Oh well you'll have to make up for it in reviews (I'll be sure to buy some for you)!

Enjoy the chapter

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>Frank's POV<


I woke up with a pounding headache. Not surprising all things considered.

I remembered most of the previous night - including seeing the sun hovering over the horizon. The clock on the wall informed me that was a good eight hours ago.

My plans of getting laid hadn't been carried out, mostly because Phin has wisely locked all of the bedroom doors. Looking back, that was probably a good thing. I had however, made out with at least half a dozen people - boys and girls. Not all individually. It had been a good night.

Best of all, I had made yet another move on Gerard. I didn't know why, but somehow this seemed significant. Coming on to him like that two nights in a row - he was bound to say something to me about, not matter how shy he was. And I was gonna make him mine.

I grinned at the thought and pulled myself up from the couch I was sleeping on. Around me, partiers doing the same - trying to escape before Phin roped them into helping to clean the house. She was infamous for it - anyone who slept was forced to clean up the following day.

I wandered out of the room, wondering where my gang was. I spotted Amy and Lee, passed out in an arm chair, and Jared - surrounded by around five girls. That guy is such a tool. Ok, I wasn't much better, but five at a time? That was bad even by my standards.

I walked into the kitchen to find Kyle chatting to Andy and Phin. The couple seemed extremely pleased with themselves and I wondered what they had got up to last night - after all, it was Phin with the keys to the bedrooms.

"Morning Frank!" Phin positively beamed at me when I walked in.

"Morn'," I responded. "What put you in such a good mood?"

"Oh you know - this and that! It was a good party! Coffee?" She replied at a hundred miles an hour.

"She's been like this all morning." Kyle told me as the hyper-active girl spun round singing Kylie Minogue at the top of her lungs. How Phin even knew a Kylie Minogue song was beyond me, never mind the lyrics.

"You're wo-wo-wo-wow!"

"Ok," I laughed. "What the fuck did you do to her Andy?"

"To make her like this? No idea!" The dark haired boy laughed as his girlfriend dumped a large mug of white coffee in front of me. I took a sip and laughed again; it had about fifteen sugars in it.

"Hang on!" Phin sprinted out of the door and a second later I heard her yell - "You came to my party! You slept in my house! You drank my booze! You trashed the place! You're bloody well cleaning up!" Followed by groans and protests.

A moment later, Phin reappeared. "We should probably help them out." So we left the kitchen and began to clean the house, waking up the sleepers as we went. Regardless of the fact we all had splitting headaches, our host insisted on putting music on and dancing around to it. It was all punk-pop stuff, and watching her dance was extremely amusing.

After a bit, my head ache dulled and I joined in.

"Everybody sing!
"Like it's the best song you will ever sing!"

We yelled out the lyrics to Paramore, laughing at the same time. Goodness only knows what was so funny, but suddenly me and my best friend were acting like twelve year olds and loving every second of it. The atmosphere we were creating was infectious and after a while, everyone was dancing and singing as we tidied up the house. It was odd how such a boring job had suddenly become more enjoyable than the actual party.

At around four, everyone left apart from the people from our gang. The house was clean more or less, and we were all exhausted.

"What now?" Lena asked.

"Well, I can only think of one thing suitable!" Phin grinned, still scarily happy. Ok, it's not like the girl's depressive or anything, but today she was freakishly happy.

"And what would that be?" Andy put his arm round her waist.

"A massive -" she paused and frowned, looking at us all as if thinking. "- tensome!"

"Ewwww, no Phin!"

"Seraphin, that is sick!"

"Go for it," The last comment came from Jared of course.

Phin just laughed at our disgusted faces. "Ok, pool in that case?"

That idea was more popular. I agreed too, after last night a long soak was all I needed.

"Uh, none of us have our swim stuff." Lena pointed out.

"You're wearing underwear aren't you Lena?" Lissa questioned. Lena blushed. "You are - aren't you?"

"It's ok - you can borrow a bikini. Boys, I just hope you're wearing decent boxers, 'coos I have nothing to help you out with!" We laughed.

Phin and the girls started up the stairs, whilst I lead the way to the pool. That was when Bob pointed out the obvious.

"Hey guys." We all turned to look at him. "Have you seen Gerard?" My eyes widened. How could i have forgotten about the guy? Everyone else shook their heads. Bob bit his lip and looked guilty. I guessed he was at least partially responsible for Gerard's wasted state last night.

"I think I know where he is." I admitted.

"Where?" The blonde man questionned, looking relieved but still guilty.

"I'm not sure though. You guys go down to the pool, I'll find him."

"I'll come with you."

"No, Bob. It's fine - honestly. You go swimming." He looked upset, but couldn't really argue, so nodded and went down the conservatory where the pool was. Yeah, Phin's folks are loaded.

I made my way towards the dining room where I last saw Gerard the previous night. I couldn't believe I'd just left him like that, and then not even bothered to check how he was when I woke up the next morning. Well, later that day. That wasn't just mean - it was fucking irresponsible.

I crossed through the kitchen, cursing myself again for my stupidity. I sat in here earlier today and it didn't even occur to me to see how Gerard was. I'd just left him there; tripping on whatever he had taken.

When I got into the dining room, I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or worried by the fact he was still sprawled in the arm chair. The kid was surrounded with puddles of vomit and his mouth was sagging open. I hurried over and checked his pulse, fearing the worst. Thankfully, it was there - and it was strong. He was warm too so I guessed not in any immediate danger. The poor guy had probably puked up most of what he had swallowed the previous night.

I shook him gently. Normally, I would have yelled in the dudes ear to wake up, but considering I was fearing for Gerard's life a moment ago, I didn't think that was the best idea in the world. "Gerard, dude. You need to wake up."

His head lolled to the side and he gazed up at me through bleary eyes. "Come on," I carried on talking softly, not wanting to startle him. I knew coming down from trips could be disorientating to say the least.

"F-Fr-Frank?" He stuttered.

"Yeah - it's me."

"I don't feel too good."

"Yeah, you don't look it either."

"Th-thanks."

"Pleasure," I smiled. Regardless of the fact I was surrounded by puke and the room (and guy) kinda stunk, I couldn't help but notice how cute Gerard was. Yeah, he was hung over, but that just added to the helplessness of the messy, dark haired boy before me. "Come on." I said. "Let's get you cleaned up."

I led him into the kitchen and opened the draw where Phin kept all of her medicine. I grabbed two aspirin and glass of cold water, before handing them to Gerard. He knocked the pills back before swallowing the glass in what seemed like one gulp.

"My head is killing me," he said.

"Yeah, I can imagine." Then I noticed his arm. "Like your tattoo?"

"Tattoo?" he frowned, then followed my gaze to his arm. "'Frank's Bitch'?" he read, looking horrified. "Why the fuck did you write that on me?"

"'Cos it's true!" I laughed. "Look don't stress, dude, it's only biro. It'll wash straight off."

Gerard stormed over to the sink and began furiously scrubbing at his arm. This wasn't really going to plan. I walked slowly up to him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." I made sure my voice was soft and regretful.

He looked at me wide eyed. "Really?" Gerard's voice sounded slightly sceptical, but he was breaking - I could tell. Time for the bombshell.

"Look, Gerard, I know I'm an idiot and a dick to you and whatever. But you make me... uncomfortable." My voice was still low, but I couldn't help but smile at the irony of the last part. He made me uncomfortable? The same way a rabbit makes a lion uncomfortable. Actually, I liked that comparison.

"I make you uncomfortable?" Clearly he wasn't swallowing it. Time to test my acting skills.

"Yeah, it's just, I don't know how to act around you - that's why I'm mean." I hesitated, feigning nervousness. "You see, over the last few weeks I've noticed things about you. How gorgeous your pale skin is. The amazing hazel colour of your eyes. The way your hair flops over your eyes. And, you're really cute when you blush you know." That last bit wasn't a lie, and Gerard proved it by flushing at my words.

"How do I know you're not lying?" He asked.

Perfect. "Let me prove it to you."





>Gerard's POV<

My head was spinning. Why did Frank have to choose now of all times to make a move - just when I couldn't think straight? Typical.

But what he had just come out with, about me, it sounded genuine. And what would he have to gain by lying to me? He humiliated me enough without coming on to me like this. It was then, I'd have done anything to be able to read his mind. Maybe if I could have, I'd have stopped myself from getting hurt later on. But I couldn't read it, so we'd never know.

"How do I know you're not lying?" I questioned him, trying to find a hole in his lies - a chink in his armour.

"Let me prove it to you." Frank whispered to me, his voice low and seductive. I had no idea what to say to that. So I went with the obvious.

"Alright,"

"Close your eyes."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it Gerard!" Frank snapped and my head pounded. "I'm sorry. Don't you trust me though?"

"No, honestly - I don't."

"I don't blame you I suppose." He sighed. "But please, just trust me; just this once."

I nodded and closed my eyes, wondering if this was a big mistake. For a moment nothing happened, and my alcohol filled head buzzed, thinking Frank had just left me standing there like an idiot.

Then I felt soft lips against mine. He was kissing me? How cliché. But then, it was nice - not intimidating or demanding. Just soft and sweet. My head was reeling and my knees felt weak. He had kissed me before - how was this proving anything. Yet some how, this contact made me feel safer around him. I moved my hand to his waist and in response he put his on my shoulder. Here we go, I thought, he's going to start groping me. But he didn't he just stood there; still pressing his lips to mine, still moving them gently. Then I got it.

I could trust him - trust him not to take advantage of me when I was weak. Trust him to look after me when I needed it. I had no idea how he managed to communicate this through a kiss, but suddenly, I found that I did trust him.

I deepened the kiss, running my tongue along his lips. He opened them and I let my tongue explore the entrance to his mouth.

I trusted him. And I wanted him.



>Frank's POV<

Apparently, the sober Gerard is a good kisser. And apparently, he was dumb enough to trust me. This had turned out to be a good weekend.




Oooohhh! Evil Frank!

Oh btw has anyone reading this ever seen 30 Seconds To Mars in concert? If you have what are they like? Yeah - I got tickets to go see them!!! YESYESYESYESYES!! I am unbelievably excited. Anyway if you have seen them tell me in a review or what ever :D And what you thought of the story!

Sx
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