The Emo School (A Fanfic)

Chapter 20

This isn't my room. Then whose...is this Frank's room? Why am I in Frank's room? Wait... if this is Frank's room, where's Frank? I look around and catch sight of the him sleeping next to me. What happened last night? I remember there were two girls but I'm pretty sure they left halfway through. Hmm. Judging by the pounding in my head, I must have gotten pretty drunk. Frank probably took me home with him.
That was our usual plan back when MCR first started. We'd both get drunk, me much more so than Frank. Even when he was drunk, Frank kept his common sense. He'd take me to his place, and we'd share a bed (after a hastily muttered 'no homo'). He usually knew what to do in the morning. He'd give me something for my hangover and then I'd go. It was a simple friendship, yet my most valued one.
I glance back at Frank. He's still asleep. I check the time. 11:22 AM. A breeze wafts by from the slightly open window. A little cold, I snuggle back under the covers. I don't feel like sleeping but I can't just stay in bed. I'll wait till Frank wakes up before I leave. It's probably going to be an hour or two, but if I leave without telling him he might be confused and I don't want to wake him up.
My stomach rumbles. I decide I'll be fine in my pyjama shorts since I can't be bothered to change and my clothes aren't in immediate sight.
Topless, I reluctantly get out of the warm, cosy bed and go to the kitchen in search of food. Frank usually has loads of eggs. At the end of each month, or whenever his food is about to expire he cooks all the ingredients into one giant omlette. It's pretty cool. I check the fridge first. I spot the eggs and smile. I'm sure he won't mind me using some I decide. He's pretty chill and he's always telling me I can just use them if I stay over.
I clap my hands. "Alrighty then!" I say to myself. I get a pan, spatula, whisk, some flour, a measuring jug plus the eggs and realise we're such good friends I just know where everything is in his house.
Five minutes later, the pancakes are ready. I stack them onto two plates, one plate for me and one for Frank. Two pancakes each.
I decide to go check on him. Stumbling a little in my hungover state, I quietly make my way to the bedroom. I open the door and look in. Still asleep. I'll just put his breakfast in the microwave and warm it up when he's awake.
Eager to get to my pancakes, I stride back to the kitchen and sit down in front of my plate. Yum!
I finish the pancakes and lean back in my chair, yawning. It's Saturday today, so I just need to do a little marking tomorrow. I don't actually have anything planned for today. My head throbs with pain and I stand back up in search of medicine. I soon find some headache relief tablets and take them.
I need to sit down for a few minutes I decide. I relocate to the living room and lie across one of Frank's lavish sofas. Maybe I can use this time to figure out what happened last night.
With nothing to distract myself with, the pain returns, this time even more aggressive than before. I feel a strong urge to go to sleep and resist for a few minutes before giving in. It's going to be a while before Frank wakes up. I might as well nap.

I sink into nothingness and my dreams take over.
The snow drifts down slowly. Almost ambling from the clouds. Slowly but surely, the dream-like flakes land. Encasing the grass in a suit of ice.

Her breath hangs in the air and the world stands still with her. Another puff of breath. This too freezes. It clings to the air, then vanishes.

The snow is thick now. It's been a while. From a mere blanket of frost, it has turned into a thick fleece of fresh, crunchy snow.

The young girl lies down in the snow.
She goes to sleep.
She doesn't wake up.

Many more confusing dreams pass, but this is the only one I can recall. After about an hour, I wake up to Frank poking me, concerned. He sees I'm awake and looks relieved. "Gerard, are you alright?" He asks.
Still a little out of it, it takes me a moment to realise he means me.
"Yup!" I reply, more confidently than I feel. "Good," he replies. "You were twitching a lot." "Ah, ok," I tell him. I wonder if I should tell him about my dream. He's good at things like this. You tell him your dream and he'll tell you what it means. It's not the kind of thing I talk to people about, but he is my best friend. If I can't tell him, who can I turn to? Now's the best time, anyway. He's still hungover and is unlikely to remember much of what I tell him tomorrow. I find it within myself and open up.
"I had a weird dream," I confide in him. "Huh." He replies. "That explains the twitching. Can you tell me about the dream?" He asks.
I explain. "It was snowing and there was a little girl. She laid down in the snow and then she died. I don't understand it..." I tell him. "Strange." He replies, concern showing in his voice. "Should I be worried?" I ask in response.
"No, I don't think so." He says. "It means you're lonely. Something is missing from your life. Can you think what could be?" He enquires.
I think for a moment. "Well, I'm like, really single right now..." I reply.
"That's it!" He exclaims, grinning. "You need somebody to love, Gerard." I laugh. "You decided that pretty quickly!" I say and he grins.
"I'm serious, Gee. That girl was missing something. She must have been sad about something. Kids don't just go in the snow alone. Or maybe she was just missing some common sense." He replies. I chuckle.
"Seriously though, who just lies down in the snow and goes to sleep?!" He asks. "I know, right?! Like, would you not be cold? My dreams sure are weird..." I reply and he laughs. "Really, Gerard. I think it's time for you to meet someone!" Frank tells me.
I sigh. "I try, Frank but nobody's interested in someone me,"
Sadness numbs my body. "Who would love me, anyway?" I ask, half talking to him and half to myself.
"Gerard, you're such an amazing person! You're compassionate, smart, honest and kind. You're unique. There's nobody in the world quite like you, Gerard." Frank tells me.
"Thanks, Frank. But still, I have issues. I can't seem to settle," I say, sighing.
"Who says you have to settle?" He says. "You can do whatever you want with your life! We're going to go out today and meet some new people!"
He continues, excited.
"I'll just get my phone from my room!" He says. I nod and wait on the sofa. Five minutes pass. Surely he's gotten his phone by now... I think to myself. I decide to go check on him. I open the door. "Frank?" I call. I look round the door to see him fast asleep on the bed.
I chuckle. He must've been pretty drunk last night. I decide to find him a blanket as it's a little chilly in the house and he's sleeping with no covers on. I sift through the sheets in the airing cupboard until I spot a soft, fleecy blanket. I bring it to his room and lay it on top of him. He looks so peaceful...
I suddenly feel a compelling urge to kiss him. What the fudge?! But I'm so straight! Frank is just a friend. A very good friend. Who I definitely DON'T want to kiss. I reassure myself. The feeling has passed now but it definitely happened. I've never felt like that before. I don't know what to do with this feeling. I'm just going to pretend it didn't happen. I like girls anyway.