//get it? hangover, frankover? no? okay//
frank fluttered his eyelids to a bright morning. his head hurt like hell, and his mouth was sticky. he made a face, sort of like a crude disgust. he wiped his mouth and looked at his fingers. it was a sticky white substance. not glue, not–
oh god.
gerard was wrapped in blankets next to frank, still sound asleep. his mouth was wide open too, which frank found weird.
actually, he found everything weird.
he had no memory of last night, nor how he got gerard all over his lips. he didn't even remember how he got home.
frank stood up from the bed, but instantly collapsed on the floor with a thud. gerard woke up to the noise, slightly startled.
"unh... frankie..." he moaned, tossing over in his bed.
"gerard, help." frank said, still on the floor.
gerard bolted up, looking for frank. "dude where are you?"
"i'm on the floor." frank raised his hand and pointed downward for gerard to see.
gerard walked over to frank. he saw that he was sleepily sitting on the floor, waiting to be held up.
"what happened frankie?" gerard asked as he picked frank up by the waist.
"i feel sick.." frank coughed.
gerard smirked. "it's just a hangover."
"more like a frank-over, eh?" frank laughed.
"you're so stupid." gerard stuck his tongue at frank.
//another short chapter sorry//
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Subway Train ➫ Frerard
FanfictionA story about Gerard Way, a busy college student who studies art in New York. One Thursday morning in the subway station, he runs into a homeless stranger, Frank Iero, who he befriends and lets live with him in a tiny apartment. Frank comes from a d...
