My phone buzzed eagerly from where it was placed on my bedside table, scaring me as I had zoned out and was almost entirely focused on Stephen King. I dog eared the page I was on and picked up my phone, I turned it over to reveal the identity of the caller, finding out it was Gerard who had phoned me. I accepted the call only to be met with the muffled sound of trashy music and shouting from presumably college kids.

"Gerard where the fuck are you?" I whispered, heading downstairs so not to wake my sleeping mother.

"What?!" He half shouted half slurred.

"Oh Jesus Christ," I mumbled, "where are you?"

"Oh, haha, 'm at a house." I heard the sound of crashing followed by ruacus laughter.

"Which house?" I questioned, slipping my converse on and grabbing a hoodie.

"Dunno, lemme ask." He slurred, there were the sounds of muffle followed by a whole lot of slurred speech before Gerard relayed the house address back to me.

"I'm coming to get you."

"Wait, wait, wai-, no no, 'm havin' fun, ain't this fun? This is so much fun. Pikachu."

I hung up briefly and called an Uber before stepping onto my outside porch to wait as I called my friend again. Gerard picked up on the fourth ring, "Frankie? Oh my god I missed you."

Ten minutes of freezing to death later the Uber arrived outside my house and I climbed inside, "where to kid?" The driver who was a gruff bearded man questioned, I repeated the house address to him and he started off into the night.

I turned my attention back to Gerard who was somehow still on the line, "how much have you had to drink?"

"Dunno, alot? The glasses, what're the little glasses? Them ones." I practically face-palmed at his question, his voice slurred and scratchy.

"Shots?" I questioned, already knowing the answer.

"Ah hah! Them's the ones, you're so clever Frankie. I'm so grateful for you yanno? Like I'd probably be like hanging from the rafters or something without you, and then I'd be all pecked by birds and shit. Man I love birds, beaks and shit." Gerard continued to ramble as I had a crisis in the back of a stranger's car, a metaphor for my life in of itself.

About twenty minutes of rambling later we approached the road Gerard said the house was on, "are you outside?" I questioned, already hearing the shitty music that blared from the house.

"Yep, there's stars and shit. Oh! Frankie we should make a spaceship! We could like travel space and shit and it'd be fantastic, oh I love you Frank."

"I love you too now where are you?" I asked as we pulled up outside the house, a myriad of teenagers littered the front lawn, many of them making out or grinding on eachother, the air stunk of booze and weed.

I quickly spotted my vampire laying on the floor, one hand holding his phone up to his ear which he was still talking through, another hand held up to the sky, tracing patterns in the air. Shortly after a scruffy looking blonde man promptly tripped over my friend and layed face down on the floor.

"Can you just wait a sec while I grab my friend?" I asked the Uber driver, he happily obliged and I headed out the car and made my way over to my vampire, the ankles of my plaid pyjama pants getting damp as I traipsed toward the boy.

I hung up the phone, "Frankie? He left me!" I heard Gerard cry from in front of me. I stood over him and snapped my fingers over his nose, "Frankie! You're back!" He shouted, his mood instantly changing.

"Come on, I got a cab." I said, trying to haul him upwards.

"But I'm having fun." He hiccuped slightly before flopping back on the floor. I groaned in annoyance, and began trying to drag him to his feet again, his skinny jeans now covered in mud. I noticed his hair smelt slightly like weed but was unsure as to wether he'd actually smoked it or the house just harboured a constant aroma of the drug.

"You're not having fun, come on." I finally managed to get his arm around my shoulder and began to lead him away from what looked like an explosion of testosterone and drugs.

I manage to shove him into the back of the cab and promptly struggled to pull the seatbelt across him, I sat back in my seat and let out a slight of half relief half exasperation. "You going back where you came from?" I heard the driver call, I agreed and thanked him in the process.

"Look, Frankie, there's zebras on the floor. Look at the zebras." Gerard gasped as we passed over a zebra crossing.

"That's nice, Gee."

"You know what? I'm gay!" He announced, face smushed into the window, his breath fogging up the glass.

"Are you really." I sighed in exasperation as Gerard attempted to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"Yes, 'm as gay as the day is long."

He finally managed to free himself and collapsed backwards, his head planting itself in my lap, he gripped his my knee with one of his hands and I found myself stroking his hair absentmindedly while I tried to process the entire situation.

"I really love you Frankie."

"I love you too Gee."

"No I like really love you. Yanno what? We should go make out in a park again. Yeah. That was fun, wasn't that so much fun Frankie?"

"Yes, Gee, it was fun." I agreed, hoping to god that he'd just stop talking, of course, he didn't.

I looked up from my vampire to contemplate my life when I noticed the Uber driver smirking slightly, "he's interesting." He commented.

"He sure is." I agreed

"Frankie?"

"Yes Gee?"

"Whossat?" He questioned, pointed at the driver, words slurring together almost incomprehensibly.

"He's driving us back so I can get you some Advil."

"That's nice of him, he drove you here and now you're looking after me and now he's taking us back so you can do magic and shit so he is the foundation to our success."

I heard the driver snicker at that and I decided to keep silent and just prayed that Gerard finally shut up.

It wasn't until we were five minutes away from my house that Gerard did actually shut the fuck up and fell asleep.

I looked down at my Vampire, he looked alot more peaceful in his sleep, less shitfaced. I wondered if he actually did like me but quickly banished the thought from my head, the last time he consumed any alcohol something similar had happened, I assumed he just had a weird alcohol driven persona.

The front of my house became visible and I got to work waking Gerard up from his seemingly deep sleep, I finally got him to sit up bit he still leaned on my shoulder until the Driver parked us outside my house.

I fished around for my wallet momentarily and pulled out the required amount and handed it to the driver, "thanks mate, sorry for probably stinking up your car with alcohol." I apologised as I dragged Gerard outside.

"No problems, good luck with him." He said, nodding at my half asleep friend who stood with one arm round my shoulder, swaying slightly.

The car sped away as I assessed what best to do with my friend, "right I gotta get you home, your parents are gonna be worried as fuck."

"No, no, no, please, I said I was at yours, cuz I'm a liar." He slurred, his eyes half closed.

For the millionth time that night I sighed and began to lead Gerard up to my house, I lent him against a wall as I unlocked the door and shoved him inside.

I entered my home and locked the door only to turn around and see Gerard laying on his back on the floor, "c'mon, take your shoes off."

"No."

"Fucking hell." I mumbled to myself and crouched down to unbuckle his boots.

I pulled his shoes off and placed them by the door, all while my vampire remained laying where he was.

"You know what, Frankie? I relapsed, and none of you know! Ha! Take that."

My heart sunk, I never expected him to stay clean from self harm on his first attempt but hearing him confess that to me directly broke my heart. He might as well have hit me with a fucking brick.

"It's okay, we'll talk about it in the morning." There would be alot to talk about in the morning I thought as I practically pulled Gerard up the stairs.

I opened my bedroom door with one hand while supporting Gerard with the other, last thing I needed was for him to fall down the stairs. I switched the light to my room on and sat Gerard on the bed, I sat next to him and heaved a sigh as I buried my head in my hands.

The last thing I expected however was for Gerard to try and start kissing my exposed neck, I yelped slightly and jumped up from the bed.

"Have sex with me." Gerard demanded, it didn't have quite the impact with his slurred voice and drooping eyes.

"No!" I protested.

"Why not? You're going to hell anyway."

"Becuase you're so fucking drunk" I reasoned.

"Am not. You have my consent, so much consent your drowning in it."

"Gerard. No. If you want this when your sober then you're more than welcome but no way in hell when you're like this." I began pulling back the duvet on my bed and bundle a still rambling Gerard into it, "Just sleep, or you gonna be even more screwed in the morning."

I walked over to my door and turned off the light, "Goodnight Frankie." I heard him yawn.

"Goodnight Gee."

A/N: this is one of my favourite chapters so far.

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Okay I just remembered a thing, Anthony Padilla did an interview with people with tourettes and he was actually respectful about it and if you wanna check that out here's the link: https://youtu.be/frdNqQoMxCs

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