runaways {frerard}

five

"Frank, pleeease get up." Gerard threw himself onto the bed, shaking my shoulder violently.

I groaned and mumbled incoherently, hiding under the covers and shoving my face into my pillow.

"C'mon, it's nearly dinner time by now. I wanna go out!" He ripped the blanket away from me and forced me to sit upright. My head pounded excruciatingly and I felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over me.

"I feel like my head's going to burst, and my sto—" my complaints were interrupted by an awful churning in my stomach.

I burst past Gerard and sprinted toward the bathroom, each step I took felt like I was dying. Stinging bile built up in the back of my throat and I almost didn't make it to the toilet before spilling my guts.

I knelt down on the cold tile over the edge of the toilet for what felt like hours, and every time I thought it was done it started over until there was nothing left to throw up.

"Are you okay?"  Gerard appeared at the doorway.

"I think I'm... Okay... Now." I choked out between dry heaves.

"You sure?"

I nodded, resting at ease now that I'd just completely cleaned out my whole system.

"God damn, how many shots did I take last night?" I wondered aloud, pulling aside the shower curtain and twisting the knob.

"I dunno, I lost count after six or so. You, my friend, are a total lightweight." He teased and left me shower.

I dropped my only remaining article of clothing to the floor and stuck a hand into the warm stream of water.

"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you—"

"What are you doing!" I exclaimed as Gerard burst back through the door.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" He shouted, still standing in the doorway.

"Stop that!" It suddenly dawned on me that I was completely stripped, and that Gerard was in fact staring wide eyed directly at me.

"Stop what?!"

"Looking at me! You're staring at me, I'm naked!"

"Sorry, Averting eyes!" He clasped a hand over his eyes and vacated the bathroom after muttering some unintelligible comment that was most likely regarding my dick.

I slammed the door immediately when he left the room, the air beginning to fog up as the shower continued to run.

I sighed, staring at the door where Gerard had rudely barged in. Fucking idiot needs to learn how to knock, I thought, shaking my head. My cheeks were all red now, thanks to him. Maybe he didn't see much.

No, he saw everything. Fuck.

When I stepped inside the shower the warm beads of water pelted my skin and rolled down my body, it felt nice after going without bathing for nearly a week. I stood mindlessly in the stream of water for a moment more, before beginning the monotonous routine of washing up.

When I'd finished showering I reluctantly halted the warm downpour and stepped back onto the cold bathroom tile. I yanked a towel off of the rack and wrapped it around my waist, the fuzzy material clinging to my naked skin and hanging just below my hip bones.