What Are You Doing To Me? (Frerard)

What's worse, Monday or Friday?

"Gerard wake up goddammit!" are the first words Gerard's greeted with when he first wakes up. Lovely. Getting out of bed was more than a little difficult for him, as there was something heavy on top of him, or, rather, someone laying on top of him. What the fuck? He lifted his head only to be face-to-face with a random stranger.

"Morning, baby, sleep well?" this stranger kissed his lips and then slipped off of the bed without a trace of clothing.

For some reason, Gerard couldn't make himself remember the name to this man.

"Yeah..." he drawed out, " Uhh, hey, Jerry...?" the stranger looked hurt but giggled nonetheless.

"It's Steve, actually..." that's when Gerard remembered what happened last night.

There was a party, Steve looked appetizing, so, naturally, Gerard went in for the kill. One thing led to another, and Steve went home with Gerard. Unfortunately, he stayed and defeated the whole purpose of a one time hookup.

"Hey, Steve? Not to sound rude or anything, but you kinda need to go- I have to be at school in less than 20 minutes."

"Sure, babe, just text me when you're out. We can go get something to eat and maybe catch a movie? I really enjoyed last night," Steve looked up at Gerard and winked.

Was he seriously asking Gerard out right now? Why can't anyone respect a one night stand and leave before the other person wakes up?

"Thanks, but I have plans," Gerard tried not to sound too much like a douche.

Steve looked more than a little sad at the rejection. "Oh, right. Maybe some other time? Like I said, I really enjoyed last night."

"Doesn't seem plausible, but, if anything changes, I'll give you a call." Gerard tried slowly, not wanting to let his distaste show.

Steve nodded, got dressed and left without another glance given to Gerard.

After Steve left, Gerard began getting himself ready and walked up the stairs to the kitchen, only to see a very agitated Mikey.

"Are you fucking serious, Gerard? You brought another guy home?" Mikey looked like he was going to say something else, but after the glare Gerard shot him, he physically shut his mouth and sighed. "Just hurry up. Frank and Ray covered for us, so we have an excuse," Mikey didn't wait for a reply, but instead he started walking out to Gerard's car.

Feeling rushed, Gerard grabbed his backpack and chased after Mikey.

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When Mikey and Gerard arrived to their first hour class, they were only about twenty minutes late. Luck was on their side, as the teacher was dealing with a fist fight and let them off with a warning. They took their usual seats in the back of the classroom, next to their friends Ray and Frank.

"What dilemma have you gotten yourself into this time, Mr. Way?" Ray asked, amused. Damn Mikey and his close relationship with Ray

"Hooked up with this guy named Steve, who stayed the night and then asked me out as soon as I woke up," Gerard sighed.

"I can tell," Frank said, sounding rather bored and annoyed.

"How so, Frank?"

Rather than replying, Frank started looking through his backpack. When he found what he was looking for, he held the items out for display, a small cosmetic mirror and chapt stick.