Gerard has not vomited twice in the past three hours from nerves. What? That’s insane.
But now Gerard has brushed his teeth seven times, showered (yeah, showered. Washed his hair AND body), cleaned up a little bit and is currently sitting on the couch, phone gripped tight in his hand. Gerard tries to ignore the feeling of the fact that he will probably fuck everything up just by smiling. But that’s totally normal. Frank would be only one of four people that comes into Gerard’s apartment. One being his brother, Mikey, Mikey’s fiancé and Ray.
So Gerard does have something to worry about.
The phone rings and Gerard jumps a bit. He collects himself and tries to answer the phone calmly. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Frank. Just telling you that I am coming.”
Gerard makes a whining noise. Great word choice, he thinks.
“Yeah, um… Ok. Do you like need anything specific or like…” Gerard trails off and lightly smacks his head against the armrest. Gerard is a decent human being - he knows how to talk to people.
“Nah. Do I need to do anything for you?”
Ok, now Frank is just doing this on purpose, that’s the only explanation.
“Just yourself… I mean just come.” Gerard rolls his eyes. “Just like… um… it uh…”
“Are you okay man?”
“Yeah – no, no fine. I’m fine. Great. Amazing. Perfect. I can’t be better.”
Gerard wishes the couch could just swallow him now. Just end this torture.
“Really? What are you smoking?” Frank laughs.
“What?! Um… Nothing!” Gerard sits up. Of course he’s a drug addict. Probably doesn’t even look like his picture.
“Chill, it was a joke…” There is a pause. “Unless you’re actually smoking something. I don’t judge man!”
“I’m not.”
“Ok.”
Gerard thinks he’s died when Frank says, “I’ll be there in ten.”
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