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Grey’s P.O.V.
I woke up the next morning in a bed... A familiar bed. And my head hurt like hell... But I wasn’t hungover. That was for sure. I looked around and saw an Anthrax poster on the wall. I immediately knew I was in Mikey’s room. What the fuck happened last night?
I sat up and groaned, holding my head. Something moved in the room and I jumped, looking round the room.
Unexpectedly I saw Frank sat on the floor looking at me through his hands.
“Um... What- How did I get here?” I didn’t really want to ask him, but I guess if he was the only one here...
He stood up slowly and walked over to the small single bed, sitting next to me.
“Don’t you remember any of last night?”
I thought hard, “I remember drinking... But not that much...” Everything went blank after that.
He sighed, “No, you didn’t. Um...” He rubbed the back of his neck, and I noticed he had a lip ring. “Um... Your drink was spiked.” What..? I stayed quiet. “Yeah... Whoever gave you a drink must have spiked it with like LSD or Ketamine or something...”
I frowned, “And how do you know this?”
“Well, I found you. You were-” Mikey and Gerard came through the door.
Mikey ran over to hug me, “Thank fuck you’re awake!”
I struggled to breathe in his grip, “What happened?”
“Well... Your drink was-”
I cut him off, “Yeah my drink was spiked I know that part. But what actually happened to me?” I looked at Frank who looked at Mikey nervously.
“Well... Frank found you passed out upstairs... Topless...” Oh dear fuck...
I groaned and put my head in my hands, “Shit...” I muttered.
Then I began to slightly remember a guy. I remember the hair. And the lip ring. But I don’t remember ever seeing clearly what he looked like...

*

Frank’s P.O.V.
I was relieved at how it seemed as though Grey couldn’t remember that I had kissed her... Albeit slightly disappointed. But I guess it was for the best... She looked beyond regretful, and I didn’t want to make it worse for her.
I walked into the Way’s living room when Mikey interrupted my thoughts, “Hey... Frank?”
I turned to him and hummed.
“Um. Was Grey topless when you found her..?” I looked at him, shocked for a minute. I was hoping he wouldn’t bring that up.
I fiddled with my fingers, “Um... Yeah- yeah I think so...”
He squared his eyes at me, “Frank...”
I sighed, “What?! What do you want me to say?” I sat down on the sofa, head in my hands.
“So it was you?” He sounded really aggravated. I wasn’t giving him a straight answer on purpose, that much should have been obvious.
I groaned loudly, “Yes! Fine. I didn’t just find her. I made out with her. But I just thought she was drunk, I didn’t know she was drugged...” My head dropped at the thought of how bad I had felt the night before. I continued feeling that way even now.
I felt a sharp pain to my head as Mikey whacked me. I held it quietly, “What the fuck man?!” Mikey took a sharp breath, “Grey’s not a slut. She’s never even had a boyfriend.”
My brows furrowed, “Never?” She was gorgeous... How could she not get male attention.
Mikey sighed and sat down next to me, “I know what you’re thinking, man. She’s beautiful, but it’s not the guys that have stopped her from getting with anyone. It’s just that she doesn’t want to...”
I didn’t know what to think. I genuinely didn’t know.
He spoke again, “There’s a lot you don’t know about Grey, stuff you’ll probably never know. But she’s a fragile girl. I don’t want you hurting her. I just... I want to know if you kissed her just because you could or-” No.
“I wanted to. I wanted her.” Mikey looked cautiously, “I still do...” I finished quietly.
He sighed and scratched his head, “I don’t know what she wants... But I know she’ll put up a fight. She’s stubborn as hell... And Frank?” I looked up to meet his gaze, “If you fuck around with her, I’ll break you.” Mikey was never the type to threaten someone, and if he did, it wouldn’t be very convincing at all... But this time it was. It honestly worried me. I nodded and walked towards the front door, leaving behind the house where my friends and the strange girl resided right now.

*

Grey’s P.O.V.
*]I decided to leave Mikey’s bed. I was still feeling ashamed of myself for last night. I wasn’t that kind of person. I wasn’t. I walked downstairs and found Mikey sitting on the sofa flicking through music channels on the TV. I stood behind him and played with his hair,
“What’s occurring, Mikes?”
His head turned round to look at me and he patted his lap, “Come sit here, Blue.” I did as he said and he put his head on my shoulder,
“You okay? You know, from last night?” I sighed. No.
“Well... I’m-”
“You’re not. What do you remember?” He held my hand.
“Well... I remember drinking, feeling fucked up... And being kissed...” I groaned on the inside. As much as I’d like to say I’m glad I don’t remember who it was, because it’s easier to forget, I actually enjoyed it. Like, a lot. And I would give anything to remember.
Mikey played with my hands, “You don’t remember who..?”
I was confused... Did he know? “No... Why, do you?”
Mikey gulped. I looked at him skeptically, “Tell me, Mikey.”
He breathed out, “... It was Frank...” My stomach knotted, my head hurt. I wasn’t horrified... But I was scared.
“What do you want to do?” He patted my hair.
I closed my eyes and put my head back onto Mikey’s shoulder.
What am I going to do?
Oh damn.
Fuck this.

[*So baby be honest, is this what you wanted? We lost where we started and found out much more than we want to know.