who doesn't love drama. hella short but the story is ending soon so whatever
i was laying on top of bert's bed, the dirty white sheets messy beneath me. i started at the ceiling, counting the black dots. i shivered slightly, even though the sheets were soaked full of sweat. i rolled over, too lazy to do more than that. my phone vibrated beside my head on the pillow, a text from gerard illuminating the screen. i giggled at the thought of my match, ignoring the message and instead focusing on the ziploc bag of pills.
he kept sending them, even called me at one point, but i ignored it all.
around noon, his phone began to ring again, this time from pete. weakly, he accepted the call and put it on speaker phone.
"where the fuck are you?" pete yelled into the phone. "gerard showed up fifteen minutes ago because you weren't answering his calls. "
i giggled, unable to feel anything but happy.
"franky, were the fuck are?" pete sniffled. "shit, frank. just fucking answer. where are-"
"bert's house." i blurted out. "i'm at bert's house in bert's bed."
"why- i'm not even going ask. me and frank wil be there soon, ok?"
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The Opposite Of Love; ferard
FanfictionThe air smelled like orange peels complete lower case intended ferard- au ©casey, 2015 book one
