Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. twenty-nine ➫ in the afternoon

//THE CHAPTER NAME IS A PANIC! PUN OKAY//

bob pep-talked gerard as they both downed a few shots of whiskey here and there. bob wasn't as drunk as gerard, but he noticed that it was only 1pm, and gerard was supposed to be back at school an hour ago.

"gerard," bob said. "you should get back to, uh, school."

gerard looked at bob with a confused face. "uh? i don't wanna go... i wanna stay heerree."

bob chuckled a bit. "you seriously needa go. i can have a friend drive you, or i can walk wi-" he stopped himself. gerard shouldn't go back to school, but back home. he knew that if gerard went back to class he'd be in trouble for being drunk, and be in trouble with lyn-z.

"gerard, come on." bob grabbed gerard by the wrist and left the bar. gerard refused to walk, so bob was forced to carry him. it was an awkward sight. a tall man in the arms of a taller man, walking to the subway.

"bob no." gerard whined.

bob ignored gerard's complaining and walked him into the subway and into another train. he sat gerard down next to him and tried to keep him in the seat.

"i wanna go home..." gerard said as he ran straight towards the closed doors and slammed his face into them. the train "oohed" as they watched gerard slide down in pain. bob got up to help gerard. he picked him up and sat him back down.

"gerard, sit down, dude." bob said as he held a steady hand over his legs.

gerard whined and complained as the train stopped each time. he was becoming impatient.

Hi gerard.
Gerard??
Are you in class?
You're probably in class sorry.

bob noticed gerard's phone kept ringing. he didn't think gerard could answer, and he was afraid that whoever it was was going to be angry that gerard was drunk in the afternoon.

bob asked gerard for his phone, and he complied. he saw that they were all texts from frank. he had a couple missed calls, but he decided not to call back.

once the train stopped at gerard's place, bob grabbed gerard by the wrist and tried to make him walk out.

"gerard, come on." bob groaned as he tugged onto gerard's jacket.

"unh..." gerard sat on the ground as bob dragged him across the dusty ground.

"gerard you can't be doing this." bob picked him up and walked all the way to his apartment, gerard still in his arms.

bob went up to his apartment and banged on the door, expecting frank to open the door.

"frank?" bob screamed.

gerard laid limp in bob's arms, as if he were dead. bob knew it was going to be awkward if frank saw them like this.

"yeah?" frank opened the door and saw gerard and bob. his facial expressions showed many signs of scared confusion.

bob looked down. "he's not dead, i swear."

frank nodded slowly. "...okay."

"can i come in?" bob asked, setting one foot inside the apartment.

"uh, sure." frank opened the door wider and let the tall man in.

"i-i'm bob, by the way."

"frank iero."

"i'm a childhood friend of gerard's. sorry for just coming in randomly." 

"it's cool," frank kicked the floor. "what happened to gerard?"

"oh!" gerard flinched in bob's arms. "a tragedy, my dear. that's what happened to gerard!"

bob and frank exchanged glances. "uh, gerard?" asked bob as he set gerard down the couch.

"gerard is dead! he's dead..." gerard sobbed theatrically.

"gerard, you're alive. you're just drunk." bob replied.

"no, bob!" gerard stood up, but collapsed soon after. "he's dead!"

frank couldn't help but chuckle. he gradually went from giggling to full out laughing.

"this is not a laughing matter, frankie!" gerard crawled over to his boyfriend. "gerard is dead, why are you laughing!?"

"haha," frank wiped his tears. "this is really happening."