'Where the fuck was he going?' Gerard wondered. It was a day after Frank left and, of course, Gerard hadn't heard a single word from him. That was probably due to the fact that neither of them had any means of contacting each other, but Gerard liked to be dramatic, so he blamed it on Frank. On the other hand, maybe he should just talk to Mikey.
Instead of just calling his brother, like any other sane person would do, Gerard decided to walk his fat ass over to Mikey's house, which he was sharing with his best friend, Kristen.
He knocked on the door three times before Kristen finally opened the door. "Hey, Gerard? What's up?" she asked sweetly. Gerard loved Kristen. She was nice, and pretty, and talented. Plus, she loved Mikey more than anyone in the world. Well, almost. Everybody knew Gerard loved Mikey the most.
"Eh, nothing much. I just had some stuff to talk to Mikey about. Where is he?" Gerard asked and peered into the house. Kristen shrugged.
"He went over to his friend's house. You just missed him." Kristen said sympathetically.
"Oh. Okay. Which friend?" Gerard asked, and Kristen gave him a weird look. "I'm not gonna follow him. I just wanted to know." Gerard rolled his eyes, and Kristen laughed.
"He went over to his friend Ray's house with his other friend Frank." she revealed, and Gerard eyes widened.
"Oh, that's uh. Actually who I came here to talk about." Gerard muttered, almost to himself, then spoke a little louder. "Alright, nevermind Kristen. I'll talk to him later."
"Oh, uh, I'll talk to you! I mean, I'm becoming a therapist, it'll be good practice, I guess." Kristen said. She actualy just really wanted to help Gerard, but he only did stuff when it was benefitting other people.
"Alright, well. I mean, only if it's for good practice. I wouldn't want to bother you with all my tr-"
"Gerard. It's just for practice. Chill out." Kristen said sternly, and opened the door wider so Gerard could come into the house.
The house looked a lot different then the last time he was in it, which was about two months earlier. The old, floral couch had been replaced with a large, fake leather couch, and the small wicker table they had been using was gone. In its place was a large glass coffee table. They had a flat screen mounted on the wall, and long, saphire curtains.
"It looks really nice, Kristen. You did a great job with the decorating." Gerard smiled as he inspected the living room.
"Actually, this was all Mikes." Kristen giggled.
"He always did have a knack for interior decor." Gerard laughed along. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Kristen sat down in the chair opposite of him.
"So what's going on in that brain of yours?" Kristen clapsed her hands.
"Well, I just wanted to know more about Mikey's friend Frank, that's all. I mean, he's really cool, and funny. I really want to be friends with him, but he sort of ran away a couple days ago, and-" Gerard started.
"Wait, wait, wait," Kristen intterupted. "You mean to tell me that you, the most anti-social person I know, wants to be friends with someone." Kristen said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, I guess." Gerard blushed.
"Continue, continue. Now I'm intersted. How did you meet Frank in the first place?" Krsiten asked.
"Well, if you'd stop interrupting me, I'd tell you. Anyway, so, that night, I was just sleeping, when suddenly I heard a really loud crash outside my house. I thought someone was trying to break in, so I grabbed a bat and ran outside, right? To fight off the burglars. But when I got out there, my mailbox was completely destroyed on my front lawn. It was like, 4 am, so I was tired as fuck, and I was so confused. But then I lookd up, and there was this short dude standing on my front lawn, in front of this car, and the whole front was busted up, and Pierce the Veil was still playing from it. So I was like 'Dude, you crash my mailbox?' and he was totally hammered, but he was like, 'I guess so' and then he tried to leave, but I was like 'No way. You're staying here. You're drunk off your ass and you just crashed into my mailbox, come with me' and he was too drunk to protest, so he came in and slept in my guest room." Gerard recounted.
"Dude! That's crazy! I heard what happened with Ray last night, about him getting wasted, but not about Frank." Kristen was smiling. "So? What happened the next morning?"
"Well, I was jamming out to Foxygen, and then he came out into the kitchen. And he was hungover, so I gave him coffee and some veggie bacon, 'cause he's vegetarian. And then in the middle of breakfast, he just got up all the sudden and left! It was so weird! And he didn't leave a number or anything. I mean, he crashed into my mailbox, was drunk, and slept over my house, and he didn't even leave a number. He heard me sing, for God's sake." Gerard fumed.
"He heard you sing? Does he know how lucky he is?" Kristen pushed the hair out of her eyes. "So, is that it?"
"Yeah, basically." Gerard said. "I just wanted to tell Mikey about my crazy encounter with another human. Plus, Frank may or may not have let something slip about Ray..." Gerard grinned mischeviously. Kristen's eyes lit up.
"Oh! What was it about?" Kristen bit her lip.
"Well, a little birdy told me Ray has a crush on our favorite little gangly kid." Gerard gossiped.
"Really? I knew it!" Kristen shrieked just as the front door opened.
"Knew what?" Mikey asked, taking his beanie off and putting it on a hook by the front door. Luckily, he hadn't heard was Kristen said, and the two gossips stopped talking about it immediately. When Gerard looked at Mikey, he had ridiculously adorable hat hair and Gerard just had to coo.
"Aw, look at my little Moikey." Gerard ruffled his brothers hair and Mikey blushed.
"Gerard? I wasn't expecting you to be here. What's up?" Mikey asked. It always made him happy when he saw his older brother out of his house.
"Oh, I came here to talk to you, but I talked to Kristen instead. Actually, I have to go. But I'll see you around, kay?" Gerard smiled warmly.
"Alright. I'll talk to you later, Gee. Don't forget to call me." Mikey reminded, and Gerard was out the door.
((A/N: yay! Chapter 5!!1!1!1!1!1!!! Frank and Gee, sitting in a tree, making out for all the fan girls to see. Anyway, I HAVE SO MANY READS AGH! LIKE, 10 TIMES MORE THAN I WAS EXPECTING. WOWIE WOW!! Both of my stories are doing pretty well. Also, I have a special Valentine's Day Frerard coming out soon... So be sure to look out for that. Comments and votes keep me alive! Keep running.
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Fanfiction>>DISCONTINUED<< Frankie is drunk, and drives his car into Gerard's mailbox. Gerard lets Frankie stay the night, and things go from there.