“Hey, Mikey. It’s Frank.” Gerard couldn’t bring himself to make this call, so Frank is making for him.
“I was wondering when one of you would call. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Interrupt what? Breakfast?” Frank pretends not to know what Mikey is talking about.
“Yeah,” sarcasm evident in Mikey’s voice. “So what’s up?”
“Actually, we need you. Our threesome just isn’t complete,” Frank jokes, winking at Gerard. Gerard laughs. He can only imagine the look on Mikey’s face right now. “I’m kidding!” Obviously there was no answer on the other end of the call. “But seriously, Gerard needs to talk to you. Well, we need to talk to you. ... No, we’re not talking about that. ... Yes, we know it’s illegal. ... I think you should just come over here. ...Yes, Gerard’s fine. ... ‘Bout ten minutes? ... Okay, see you in a few.” Frank hangs up the phone.
“What’s illegal?” Gerard asks, sounding somewhat jovial. He knows his brother probably had a joke of some sort.
“Us getting married. Premature of him to think that.” Frank teases, trying to lighten the topic. He feels that conversation is a bit too close to the line of pushing it with Gerard. Gerard jumps up from the old, navy blue sofa in the living room, tackling Frank and nearly knocking down.
“Ah, Frankie. Really?” Gerard imitates a female voice. “Marry you? In a heartbeat! Just say the word, and I’m yours. Forever!” He kisses Frank’s cheek and starts to rub his face all over Frank’s shoulder. At least he’s taking all this is stride so far. Frank can’t help but laugh at Gerard’s performance.
“G, we might want to talk seriously before your brother gets here. He was only around the corner when I was talking to him.”
“Just suck the fun outta my parade, why don’t cha?” Frank can hear a giggle still in his voice. “That means we can’t do, you know, that right now,” Gerard slightly mocks his brother. Frank laughs, and presses his lips to Gerard’s just slightly.
“Maybe later.” Gerard knows he shouldn’t continue the charade any longer right now by the tone of Frank’s voice. “You sure you wanna do this?”
“Well...” Frank giggles, waiting for Gee’s continuation of this farce. “...I supposed I could continue to drink and do drugs, spiraling down this dark well of self loathing. But only for you.” Gerard kisses Frank’s nose. Something in that last part actually sounded honest to Frank.
“Last chance...” Frank plays back with Gerard. “...after this, you’ll never love me.” I shouldn’t have said that. Crap! Please don’t take that... A knock at the door interrupts them. Gerard lets go of Frank, walking back over to his spot on the sofa. Frank steps around the sofa, and opens the door.
“Is it safe? You both dressed?” Mikey jests. He steps on in. Frank invites him to sit down wherever. Mikey steps around the sofa, grabbing a cushion off of it, and makes himself comfortable on the floor in front of the sofa. Frank sits down on the sofa beside Gerard, making sure there is some space between them.
“So? What’s so important I need to hear in person?” Mikey looks straight at Gerard. Gerard just looks at him, unsure where to start. He quickly turns to Frank. Frank senses Gerard’s fears. He pats Gerard’s hand and begins for Gerard.
“Yesterday, Gerard made some mistakes other than just the obvious.” Mikey’s eyes throw a look at Frank, then back to Gerard, who now appears to be trying to count the number of threads in the shabby carpet. Frank continues, “He was upset and went to the bar as usual. After getting wasted, he didn’t feel much better.” Frank pauses, shifting his gaze to Gerard. Gerard looks up at Frank, shaking his head 'yes' at Frank to continue the story.
“And..” Mikey adds, looking at Frank intently. Gerard drops his gaze back to the floor. Frank looks back at Mikey and continues.
“Gerard took some pills from another regular at the bar. That’s why he was acting so strange yesterday, and why he lost consciousness and fell off the stage.”
“Really? Gerard?” All Gerard can do is shake his head in response. “Thank God!” Mikey sighs as if he’s been holding his breath. “I mean, I’m not glad you took drugs, just that... I was worried, and...” Frank interrupts him.
“And, he’s decided to stop drinking before it leads to more. Like a drug habit. He’s asked me to help through it.”
“Gerard, that’s awesome!” Mikey jumps up off the floor, hugging his brother tightly. “We can cancel a few shows if we have to. When are you planning to start?”
Gerard finally chimes in, “About 4 hours ago. I haven’t had a drink since this morning. And in the spirit of honesty, I’m really starting to jones for a drink.”