dear percocet; frerard

7

***

It was their average school day, nothing much happened. They both through all of their painfully boring classes and met up by the 'huge fucking tree' that they met at before. They didn't talk much, until they arrived at Frank's house so Gerard could get his car.

"Well, we're here. Text me when you get home... Don't text and drive, motherfucker!" Frank joked, nudging Gerard's side with his elbow.

"Alright, Frankie. Goodbye, I love you." Gerard kissed Frank's cheek and got into his car. While starting to drive off, he waved.

By now, Gerard was 18, which meant he was an adult, even though he wasn't graduated yet. He wanted to start looking for houses to possibly live in, so he spend a few hours dwelling over the idea of him getting his own place. He had enough money to get a pretty decent house, since he was 18 he was now able to take money out of his savings for college, houses, and cars. He found a few houses he liked, but he didn't want to make any decisions just yet. He wanted to think about it for a few months, at least.

It was 10 pm. Gerard walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. He wanted a drink, but they didn't have much other than beer and milk, plus a few Capri Suns, but those were for Mikey.

He didn't like milk. (SOrrY ThIS WoNT BEcOMe The MIlK FiC xD)

He went for the beer. Old Style brand. He had one before, and it didn't taste very good. It was the lowest of the low, beer wise. He had nothing else to drink though, and he was thirsty as fuck... He grabbed a few and brought them into his room.

He locked the door, and opened a can. Beer after beer... His problems seemed to go away. He didn't know what was going on, really. He became light-headed for some reason.

***

Geesus: heyy sbbaby ;)

Frnkie: Hello...? It's 10 and there's school tomorrow, get some sleep, I don't want you to be grumpy tomorrow :)

Geesus: sLeep is foror thee waek

Frnkie: Go to bed

Frnkie: You're either drunk or sleep deprived.

Frnkie: And you got plenty of sleep last night...

Frnkie: You can't be high because if you had any drugs I know you'd share.

Frnkie: Go to bed, you're drunk.

Geesus: Iim Nott adrunk ur drink :X

Geesus: Btu im not tiedrd dpnfpc

Frnkie: Go

Frnkie: To

Frnkie: Fucking

Frnkie: Bed.

Geesus: Hiii frnk when u giet here.?

Geesus: loNg g time no seee...!

Frnkie: Goodnight, Gerard.

***

Frank didn't go to bed right away, but Gerard did. He passes out on the floor of his bedroom, luckily throwing away the beer cans so his mom and Mikey wouldn't see. He wasn't the teenager who got drunk... He wasn't the teenager who partied all the time, hell, he had only been to one actual party. This wasn't like him; but it wasn't like he was looking to get drunk. He had a few beers before, but he never got drunk.

The next morning, Gerard didn't feel very good.

"Hangover..." He mumbled, getting out of bed.

He slowly picked himself up and got ready for school. He felt like shit, though. He felt like throwing up and going to sleep. He drove to school, and parked next to Frank's parking spot. Frank arrived around the same time as Gerard. Gerard was like a snail getting out of his car, while Frank got out, slammed the door, and ran over to Gerard.

"What the fuck, dude! You were DRUNK!" Frank made sure that North Korea could hear, basically screaming.

"Jeez, calm the hell down! It was only a few beers, it was nothing..." Said Gerard, brushing it off.

"It wasn't NOTHING! You were drunk! THAT ISN'T NOTHING, GERARD!" Frank wouldn't back down.

"Hey, you smoke!" said Gerard, defending himself.

"Yeah, I do. But a cigarette can't make me drunk! I don't drink and I never will, Gerard." Frank shot back at him.

"Whatever, Frank. It won't happen again..." Gerard practically whispered.

"Good. Now get to class."

Frank didn't like it when people got drunk... He has had bad experiences.
Even though it was only 7:20, and they didn't have a class until 7:45, Frank knew it would take Gerard a while to get there.

Frank was pissed off the entire day. It wasn't at Gerard, though. He was just in a bad mood.

Gerard, however, just felt really sick. But he couldn't go to the nurse or she would call his mom saying he got drunk the night before, it wasn't even legal for him to drink, yet!

***

Geesus: I'm sorry...

Frnkie has read this message

***

Gerard still felt sick when he got home, so he lied down in his crumb-filled bed for a while, and took a nap, until a text woke him up.

***

Frnkie: It's whatever. I don't care anymore, Gerard...

Frnkie: It happened

Frnkie: I'm over it.

Geesus: Do you forgive me...?

Frnkie: No, I don't forgive you.

Frnkie: But I love you.

Geesus: I love you too...