"Frankie..." Gerard murmured into the darkness of his bedroom, the sheets twisting around him as he stumbled over to where I sat on the edge of the mattress acting far too much like a concerned and slightly disappointed parent. If the situation were different then perhaps my demeanour would have been laughable perhaps.

Gerard finally managed to pull free from the sheet restraints and ended up flopping against me, his head falling into my lap and a childish giggle erupted from his lips; he clearly wasn't quite sober enough yet. Perhaps I didn't mind all that much, because as curious as I was, this was still a conversation I was scared of, one I didn't want to put myself at risk by having.

I brushed his hair from his eyes and his hand reached up to grab mine, I of course didn't object and allowed his fingers to tighten around mine.

"Hey..." I whispered out, wondering just how sober this two in the morning, strangely affectionate, Gerard would be. I hadn't high hopes, but that wasn't going to stop me from trying, after all, this was Gerard, and he was full of surprises, but not always in a good way.

"Frankie..." He recited my name once more, almost as if it was the only word that had survived his encounter with alcohol and remained in his vocabulary.

"Gee..." I mimicked his gesture and I found him squeezing tightly onto my hand in return, at least he understood that; I guess he was still pretty fucked up even by now. "Hey, are you okay?" I let the question pass my lips, clueless as to both what answer I'd like to hear and what answer I would actually get.

I felt his figure shrug against me; the gesture was brief and almost half-hearted but I felt it nonetheless, perhaps it was just the close proximity in which we lay. "I don't know." He mumbled against my fingertips, his hot breath tickling as it danced across my palm and my breath hitching a little in my throat as I failed to remind myself not to get nervous around Gerard.

I couldn't help it, Gerard was just that kind of whirlwind, all or nothing kind of person, and even in this fucked up mess, I wouldn't change that, not for anything or anyone.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I wondered aloud, watching as his eyelids flickered closed and generally loosing all hope of having a sensical or even sustainable conversation with him right now, but I guess I could try at the very least.

"I don't know." He mimicked, a grin spreading across his lips moments later, as if he was trying and failing to suppress it at first. He was ridiculous - that I was sure of, and not quite as annoyed at as I felt that I should be.

"Shut up." I groaned, a grin escaping my facade too. I didn't mind, either. Nothing felt that important in comparison to Gerard; he was just everything and I knew thoughts like those were unhealthy and often dangerous, but he was Gerard, and fuck, I just couldn't fucking stop myself.

"Okay." He breathed out and then remained silent for what felt like several minutes, whereas in reality was probably nothing more than a few painfully extended seconds. Time was again something Gerard affected greatly; I wasn't sure as to how the hell he managed it but with the way he made me feel, there was no way in hell that I was complaining.

"Gee..." I whined after a moment, missing his voice in the newfound and almost alien like silence. Even when we weren't talking, we were kissing or he was at least smoking, or something, but now it was nothing - silence and darkness and yet that was okay for now.

"Frankie..." And here we were back to the very start; something I perhaps didn't mind all that much. After all, Gerard's fucking voice could keep me occupied for days.

I let out a sigh, wondering if I was brave enough to continue with the question on my lips that just refused to go away. Brave enough no, stupid enough... perhaps. Then again, the line between stupidity and bravery had always been particularly thin.

"Gee, I- I... I was wondering if you could tell me more about, you know, what happened, only if you want to, though, that is, but yeah..." I trailed off, leaving myself in state of regret towards ever letting the words slip my lips in the first place. This screamed bad decision, but that didn't stop me at all, did it?

"I got very drunk..." He trailed off, his eyelids popping open and meeting mine with an unforgettable burst of hazel. His eyes were fucking mesmerising, man.

"I gathered that, yeah." He giggled at that, leaving me to guess that he wasn't quite as sober as I would like him to be when we had this conversation, but any information I got out of him would be good enough right now, because honestly I was confused, clueless, tired, and just a little pissed off, but overall, very dangerously and carelessly in love with Gerard Way.

I thought about telling him to go back to sleep and that we'd talk in the morning, but I always had a terrible problem when it came to saying no to people like Gerard Way.

"Why did you drink? Why did you want to?" I asked, doubting his brain could handle questions like these in the state that it was in, but I wanted to try at the very least. Trying was part of the solution, after all, but definitely an even greater chunk of the problem.

"I felt like it." He mumbled out, shivering and snuggling up closer to me, which was definitely something, I had no problems with. His body was surprisingly cold against mine, despite the sheets he'd just untangled himself from, leaving me with an unstoppable desire to hold him tight and keep him warm, after all, I was just thinking about the health risks here.

"Gee...." I sighed out, trying to wrap my head around as to what could possibly be going on in his. As expected, this was a harder task than one might reckon. "But why? Why did you feel like it?"

"I felt sad." He finally pushed the words out, his gaze drifting across the room and into the darkness, almost as if I'd lost him into the darkened corners of the room completely. "It makes me stop being sad." He added, his tone barely audible and a little strained.

"Gee..." I pulled him closer to me, my grip on his hand tightening enough to most likely end up cutting off the circulation in his hand. "Are you sad right now?"

"No." He answered quickly, as if his response came as a natural within his head.

"Why not?" Confusion was of course expected with an answer like that, and with such certainty with which it was spoken.

"Because you're here, Frankie." He whispered out his response, nearly breaking my heart in the process. But in the good way, the best way, the Gerard Way.

"Fuck, Gee, I love you." I sighed out, wondering how the hell we'd really gotten into this mess. Yeah, that's right, his own fucking stupidity that I'd somehow fallen in love with as well. God, to say my head was a mess right now would really be an understatement.

"Frankie, what time is it?" He asked after a few seconds of silence, his words shattering the stillness of the room like the water's surface tension.

I pulled away from him slightly to check my phone that was charging on the bedside table behind me. "Nearly three in the morning." I proclaimed, my eyes widening a little as I let the fact seep into my own head as well. "Two forty eight..." I continued to clarify, for whose sake, I had no clue.

"We should get some sleep." Gerard announced, tugging at my hand and pulling down towards the mattress.

"Yeah, you should." I agreed.

"No, you too." He exclaimed and I sighed aloud, letting myself flop down against the mattress beside him, perhaps just because I had an extreme difficulty with saying no to someone who I was devastatingly and world wreckingly in love with.

"And even when you're fucked up, you're still unbelievably good at getting me into bed with you..." I mumbled aloud, rolling my eyes a little in the process. Letting on the pretence that I minded a great deal more than I actually did, which in all honesty, wasn't at all.

"It's a talent." He admitted, winking a little, before turning away from me and then pressing his back against me, essentially spooning me, not that I at all minded, of course.

"Do you want to talk in the morning?" I leaned forward to whisper into his ear, unexpectant of the shiver that followed. It was kind of cute though.

"I want to talk now." He replied, struggling to turn around to face me in the position we lay in as of course he had to be the inconvenient shithead he always was.

"Come on, get some sleep, Gee." I insisted. "We'll talk in the morning."

"But I want to talk to you, now." He continued with the stubbornness of an angry toddler, which would have been amusing if I wasn't so fucking tired.

"We've got to talk about important things though, and I can see that you're tired right now." I continued, speaking to him like he actually was a stubborn toddler, in hopes that this might help things.

"I'm tired, yeah..." He mumbled, twisting around awkwardly and burying his face into my shoulder.

"Me too, Gee. Let's get some sleep, huh?"

"You just want me to sleep with you." His words were distorted against my skin, but the intent behind his words was strong all the same.

"Something like that yeah." I agreed, just wishing he'd shut up because fuck, I was tired and his bed was fucking comfy.

He giggled in response. "Soon, isn't it? Soon."

"Soon, yeah." I came to a sudden realisation and one that I held absolutely no objection to whatsoever, of course.

"Night night, Frankie." He murmured, cuddling up to me like I was a pillow, which was something I minded a little more than I'd let on, but it was Gerard and I was tired so I decided that under these circumstances, perhaps it would be best just to shut the fuck up.

"Night, Gee." I sighed out, attempting to move his head away from my chest, but I gave up eventually, after all, I was of course far too tired to even attempt anything until morning.

And here I was, lying to myself now. Ironic, huh?

You know what, I think it was just maybe the fact that I would never once imagine myself having to look after and generally baby my fucking twenty two year old boyfriend, but with Gerard, things were never quite simple or straightforward at all.

And honestly, I'd never have it any other way, even with the dreaded discussion we'd have in the morning, but right now it was three in the morning and Gerard was quite possibly laid on me in the most uncomfortable position and everything else just felt worlds away.

-

"Frankie...." Of course that was how I was to be woken up.

I groaned against Gerard's somehow awake and alert figure, pulling on his hand and wishing we could just go the fuck back to sleep, because it wasn't just morning, it was morning and I very much knew what that meant and in turn what conversation we'd have to have.

I doubted Gerard would be quite so enthusiastic this time, but it's Gerard, I doubt that even he can predict how he's going to react to things before he does.

"Dude are you not even hung-over...?" I groaned against the pillow, refusing to lift my face from it, which I settled on being the best fucking decision here.

"I think I'm still a bit high." He admitted, which was really fucking great considering the fact that the only reason I'd told him to sleep was in the hope he'd be better, at least somewhat, in the morning.

Fucking great, man. Fucking great.

"Great!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with not nearly enough sarcasm as I contemplated telling him to fuck off and just going the fuck back to sleep; I was in his bed, but yeah, whatever.

"I'm ready to talk though, you know." I felt the mattress dip a little as he sat down beside me, the tables turning completely from last night in an almost ironic fashion.

"I'm not." I countered, the pillow eating up my words and spitting them out in and indistinguishable, muffled tone.

"We need to talk, you know that, Frankie." He ruffled my hair, causing me to jerk up a little and eventually roll over so our eyes met.

He was somehow already dressed, but perhaps with the tightness of those jeans I was really in no position to complain here, not that I wouldn't have preferred seeing him in almost no clothing of course.

"Nice jeans." I commented, making no secret about the fact that I was admiring how the tight, dark fabric hugged his crotch in a manner that really left nothing to the imagination.

He giggled at that, blushing just a little; something that didn't frequent the face of Gerard Way, leaving me to treasure the moment when it did happen. "Nice boxer shorts." He commented, pulling the blanket off me and leaving me lying there in nothing but the aforementioned boxer shorts.

"Ugh..." I groaned, pulling my body together in an attempt to replicate the heat that the blanket had previously provided, far too cold and tired to care that Gerard was staring at my exposed body. I didn't really mind all that much, I hope I fucking turned him on. Then he'd regret those fucking jeans.

"Come on, put some clothes on, you whore." He smirked, pulling me up by the hand, leaving me to flop against him in a manner similar to how he was last night.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, ignoring the alarm clock that proclaimed the time in big, red, L.E.D. numbers barely a metre away, deciding that I was tired and it was far too early to even attempt to read anything.

"Eleven thirty five." He read the time out to me, throwing me a black t-shirt, which I most definitely failed to catch. I was tired though, so I saved myself the blame.

After scrambling to pick the shirt up I pulled it out to examine the weird ass faded and barely even distinguishable print on the front of the oversized shirt in front of me. "This is yours." I noted; my observation made simple by the sizing of the shirt, because despite it being oversized originally, on me this was more of a fucking dress than a t-shirt.

"Yeah, it would be, being in my bedroom and all." He rolled his eyes, throwing me a pair of jeans moments later.

I examined the jeans, my breath halting a little as I realised just how fucking tight they were, then again, this was Gerard and it wasn't as if he was going to let me off lightly if I had to borrow his clothes. "Do you not have any jeans that aren't skin tight?"

"Yeah, yeah of course I do." He exclaimed as if it was completely obvious. "But you'd look better in those." He added with a smirk, leaning back against the closet and folding his arms as he made it rather obvious that he wasn't going to turn away at any point.

"They've touched your fucking dick." I continued in my non-protestful exclamations.

"So have you, now come on, we haven't got all day."

And with that I let out a groan and complied, throwing the oversized shirt over my head and letting it fall halfway down my thighs in a manner that practically screamed that the shirt was Gerard's and not mine. I then struggled to pull on the jeans, eventually managing to pull the skin-tight fabric up the curves of my legs and up my ass.

"How the fuck do you wear these like everyday?" I wondered aloud, the mystery clouded my sleep-deprived head.

"Because I'm a fucking whore, Frankie." He smirked, grabbing me by the hand. "Come on, let's go get coffee and we'll talk about it then, yeah?"

"Yeah, that sounds good." I let out a sigh, wondering as to what the hell could possibly become of us with this, and then settling upon the fact that perhaps I'd rather not think about it.

"Frankie, I'm the one who's supposed to be shitting myself here." He winked at me and grabbed me by the hand. "Come on."

And he really gave me no choice in the matter from then on.

-

The thing we didn't account for though was the presence of Donna as we went down stairs. Her eyes fixated upon Gerard instantly, and Mikey peered across at me from the other side of the table.

"Gerard." She addressed him plainly. "So you are alive, are you?"

"I-" Gerard began.

"Will you listen to me for once, for Christ's sake, you're killing yourself here-" And then suddenly her words came to a halt all at once, her gaze flickering downwards and then slowly fixating upon me. "Sorry, Frank... I..."

"I understand, yeah..." I stumbled on my words a little.

"We're were going out for coffee." Gerard interrupted, "is that okay with you?"

"Gerard drop the fucking attitude." She rolled her eyes at him. "You can forget about getting any smokes off me for a while."

"You seem to forget that I'm legally allowed to buy them myself."

"You seem to forget that you really shouldn't be reminding me of that."

"Whatever." Gerard smirked.

"Yeah, okay, you two have a good time, be safe, alright?"

"It's not like we're going to fuck in a coffee shop-"

"I've learned not to underestimate you." She rolled her eyes. "I want to talk when you get back though- Gerard, are you even listening to me?"

"Probably not." He exclaimed, smirking just a little.

"Look after him, Frank." She let out a sigh.

"Of course." I smiled, despite the fact I knew that was so much easier said than done. "I'll try."

"Good luck with that, Frankie." Gerard smirked, pulling me out the door before anyone could say another word.

"Fuck you."

"Soon enough, Frankie, soon enough."

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