Abrin's house was big, but not like a mansion or anything. It had about four bedrooms, two bathrooms— one upstairs and another downstairs— and one kitchen and dining room.
One of those bedrooms were a guest room, where the five band members would sleep. Only one problem with that, only three of them would fit on the bed, and even with that it'd be awkward. Bob decided he'd sleep in the living room on the sofa's pullout bed. Mikey, Ray and Gerard slept in the guest room and Frank in Abrin's room.
It was around 5:00 in the mourning and everyone was exhausted, Mikey already asleep. Ray carried him to the guest room and settled him in the bed. Ray layed down beside him, pulling him close. Gerard layed with them awkwardly, face holding all shades of red. He definitely wanted to hear his brother's moans...
Frank soon entered Abrin's room, laying down into the bed. "Are you okay, Frankie?" Abrin asked him, cuddling into him. He cuddled her back.
"Just tired, babe..." he mumbled. Abrin placed a kiss onto his lips.
"I'm sorry, Frankie..." she rested her head on his chest, frowning. Frank stroked her hair, biting his lip.
"It's fine... at least everybody's okay." He sighed. And he was glad they were. He yawned and closed his eyes.
"Sleep, Frankie. I love you," Abrin cooed, tired herself. Frank nodded.
"I-I love you too..."
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The sun rose, light streaming into the windows of the east. Mikey whimpered and stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He stretched, laying on his stomach. He nudged into the pillow, eyes closing, full of sleep.
The door creaked open and Mikey soon felt a weight on his back. It became hard to breathe and he tried to get up. "Wakey wakey!" Frank called down to him. Mikey rolled over onto his back and pouted.
"Get off me," he whimpered. Frank giggled and stood before running out the door. Mikey coughed a bit before standing and going to the kitchen. In there sat everybody; including Abrin's friends.
"Mourning Mikey!" One of her friends, Nyx, greeted. Mikey rubbed at his eyes, whimpering. He felt arms around his waist and he looked back to Ray. He smiled sleepily.
"Mourning babe," he cooed. "Are you hungry?" Mikey shook his head. Everybody ate and Mikey sat in the living room alone. After breakfast, Ray entered the living room. "Come on," he helped Mikey up. He led him out the door and to the car, driving him off.
Once breakfast was over, everyone went to their rooms except Abrin and Frank. They sat cuddled on the couch watching tv. "Where did Ray and Mikey disappear to?" Abrin questioned Frank. He only shrugged.
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Later that night, while everybody was in the living room, the door opened. Everybody looked to see Mikey and Ray. Drunk. This was sorta normal for Ray, but for Mikey? They stumbled in, and everybody stared, wide eyed. "What happened to you?" Frank asked. Neither of them answered; Ray stared and Mikey played with his hair.
Frank raised an eyebrow and Mikey soon fell to the floor. "I smell cookies!" He said loudly, smelling the floor.
"Um..." Abrin raised an eyebrow. Frank smirked, taking the now uncautious Mikey to an advantage. He stood and sat on his back. Abrin bit her lip. "Frank, get off."
"Aww, come on," Frank pulled Mikey's glasses off and pushed them into his pocket when no one was looking.
"Now." Abrin frowned. Frank rolled his eyes and stood up off Mikey, purposely stepping on his hand as he sat back onto the couch. Gerard ran in, eyes wide.
"Mikey!" He kneeled next to his uncautious brother. "Who got you drunk like this?!"
"Uhm..." Abrin winced. "He's an adult now... I'm pretty sure he's old enough to get drunk, if he wants."
"Well," Gerard gave her a sharp look. "If that's the case, then he should know that this isn't healthy for him." He helped Mikey up and carried him to his room.
"What about him?" Nyx gestured to Ray. Frank stood and grabbed Ray's feet.
"Help?" He looked to Abrin. She stood with a sigh before grabbing Ray's wrists, helping him drag Ray to his room. They settled him next to Mikey, who slept soundly. The two left the room, Gerard following.
