A rush of cool air blasted Frank's small body as he waltzed out into the late autumn sun.
Cheerfully, Frank whistled a random tune as he hopped into his car, ready to head to Gerard's. If he remembered how to get there.
But how the fuck was Frank supposed to remember where it was when he got there drunk? Maybe he should get drunk and do it again.
Bad idea Frank. That doesn't even make any sense.
Using deductive reasoning skills, Frank decided that Gerard's house would have to be somewhere on the way back from Ray's house.
This was going to take a while...
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Frank had undecidedly become late. 20 minutes late.
He realised, after about 5 minutes into the search for Gerard's house, he probably should have asked for Gerard's address, but no. He had to act all suave and cool and just blindly agree.
But, after what felt like hours of groaning in frustration and slamming his head against his car horn, Frank finally, FINALLY, rolled up to Gerard's house (mailbox no where in sight).
Frank practically let out a cheer as he turned his engine off and flung open the driver's side door.
He sauntered up to the front door of Gerard's house and knocked three times. Voices came from inside and a boy with disheveled blue hair opened it.
"Hi! You must be that guy Gerard was talking about. Frank, right? I'm Aidan." The guy, Aidan, said animatedly, and firmly shook Frank's hand.
"O-oh, hi. Gerard didn't tell me about anybody else coming over..." Frank stuttered, in a state of slight shock at the mop of blue hair and friendliness.
Aidan laughed. "When you didn't show up, he called me to hang out. He assumed you weren't coming." He explained, grinning.
"Yeah," Frank smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "I got a bit lost. I was sort of drunk when I came here first so I didn't know how to actually get here, and I never asked for his address."
"That'll do it. Not knowing where you're going, I mean. Sure fire way to get lost. Obviously, I mean, how else would you-"
"Aidan! Shut the hell up and let him inside already!" A familiar red-haired man yelled from somewhere inside the house.
"Whoops! My bad. Here, come on in." Aidan stepped out of the door way to allow Frank access inside.
The interior of Gerard's home was exactly how Frank remembered it, although less blurry and wobbly.
"Oh, hey Frank. I wasn't sure you were going to show up." Gerard muttered, looking a little gloomy.
"I got lost, sorry Gerard." Frank apologised sincerely, and Gerard's face brightened slightly.
"Good." Gerard sighed, then realised what he had said. "I mean, not good. Just, I though you were late because you forgot, or you didn't want to come or something."
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world, Gerard."
"Get a room, you two. God." Aidan said, rolling his eyes.
"Sorry, you crusty pancake!" Gerard screeched, launching himself off of the couch he had been sitting on, and onto his blue-haired friend, tackling him to the ground.
Frank took a step back and watched the two boys rough-house on the ground.
But an obnoxious ring tone from Aidan's phone put a halt in their fight to the "death".
Aidan slipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly answered it, holding a finger to his lips.
He then sighed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, it's just you, babe. I thought it was my mother. Oh, and by the way, your going to be super jealous of me." Aidan said mischievously.
He paused as the person on the other line talked, and then he answered with, "I'll tell you later, I'm coming over right now."
Aidan looked at Gerard, and Gerard nodded before he continued with his phone call.
"Alright hon, love you too." Aidan finally said.
Gerard and Aidan both got up from the floor and brushed themselves off.
"Alright well, Marie is beckoning. I'll see you later, Gerard. You too, Frank. Hopefully." Aidan smiled, before he grabbed his keys from Gerard's coffee table and headed out the door.
Gerard turned to face Frank.
"Looks like it's just you and me then." He said.
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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.
