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The Dreaded Door

A/N: Hi alllll, long time no see :). I know it may be late for some of you but I'm in Greece (apposed to being at home in Canada) and there's a 7 hour difference, so I am super jet lagged and there wasn't any wifi until now sooooo this has been done for a while.

I know, don't hurt me, I haven't updated this in a long time. I was busy with school and shit and I'm sorry, okay? But now that I am on vacation, I can't update a bit more:)

This chapter is a bit rough sorry :/ it's been a while since I wrote a frerard and I'm getting back into iiiiitttttt. I didn't really edit because ugh but it should be okay. Yay.

lol okay so enjoy. I should be updating more. Ah byyee :D

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"Dude," Frank says, catching Gerard's attention. "You look so fucking hot."

Gerard flinches a bit. It was almost three a.m, their fucking plane was four hours late, and his face had became itchy from his long hair, so he tied his long bangs up with an elastic he grabbed from his mom, like a little half bun. He was wearing a grey, baggy Pantera shirt with pajama pants, as well as a pair of rectangular-lensed sunglasses. Why Gerard was wearing sunglasses inside of an airport at three a.m? No clue, Gerard's been chugging Red Bull since one a.m.

"Uh," Is all Gerard says at first because his bottom lip was trapped behind his teeth. He feels his cheeks go rosy and his fingers tremble. He he finally releases the voice caught in his throat. "You think I'm hot?"

"Well, duh." Gerard earns a playful smirk from his best friend. "You would have to be blind not to think so."

Gerard smiles to himself, looking down at his clasped hands. They've been sitting in the same row of seats, moving between seats every half hour. Frank's been huddled up in a blanket since Gerard could remember and all he could really see was the boy's face. His mother was on the other side of the airport, reading off her Kindle and Gerard could see the messy hair of Mikey trying to reach a candy bar on a tall shelf at a store near where they were sitting.

Ray was asked to be on the trip, despite the seventeen year old's mother not wanting her son to be in a closed space with his crush all hours of the day. Ray was a good kid and she would've felt guilty if she didn't invite him considering he was always over at their house.

Gerard was starving, not like his normal starving, but like an extreme hunger like he hasn't ate in three days. Even though Frank was taking a power nap an hour ago and the seventeen year old snuck off to the airport restaurant to grab a burrito, his stomach was still gurgling and he was so done with this trip already.

He actually catches a glimpse of sleep when he comes in from a smoke break, half past three. He curled himself up in a ball next to Frank's chair and evened out his breath and everything, only to be woken up by the fifteen year old with a big smile on his face. "Finally, we're boarding."

Gerard stumbles his way onto the plane, choking down two xanax.

He makes sure to get a seat next to Frank, even with half the brain he had, and places his head down on the table tray.

He sleeps the whole flight.

;;;

He throws up in the cab twice. Once out the window before they started driving and once into a bag his mother was holding in front of his face. Frank rubs his back and leans on his shoulder, despite his stomach contents coming out of his mouth. His mom swears in Italian and Ray rubbed his forearm for some kind of comfort. Mikey plugs his nose.

Perhaps Xanax isn't for him.

;;;

Everyone at the resort is super nice, Gerard feels bad that he's being a dick. When they walked through the doors of the resort, they had all been given leis. Gerard grunted his thanks as he pulled it off, it was getting tangled with his sweater, and decided what he needed to carry more; the leis or the plastic bag crumpled up in his hand.