We Met At A Party|| Gerard Way

Cmon

"Sarah, please come to the party" Frank begs. If it gets him to shut up I might as well just go.

"Fine ya short stack but don't expect me to help you feel better in the morning" I give in, letting my Australian accent show. He does a small cheer in victory and drags me into the car.

"I'm trusting you with my life Frank because I have a fear of driving" I tell him. He is my best friend and only friend but that doesn't mean he knows everything about me.

"Then what did you get your licence for dumbass?" He asks me. I shrug in response. Frank was 21 while I was 23 but born the same year meaning we were only a few months apart. I'm a January baby while he's basically halloween's son. Frank is kind of like a younger brother to me but a better version of one and trust me, I have three brothers. Two younger ones and an older one.

"What did you fail addition for shorty?" I snap back. That should do it. He starts to drive to where the party is. Apparently it's the biggest party in the area this year, which for 2002, doesn't seem likely. When I lived in Australia, there were waaaaay more sausage sizzles than you could count on my street alone just on the AFL grand final day. I moved to New Jersey when I turned 19.

"I bet you $200 I'm gonna get laid tonight" he bets out of nowhere. Ha, no chance.

"And I bet you $300 you're gonna wake up with a hangover again" I also bet. We nod to each other.

"We're here Sarah!" You could here the sound of blasting music. Me and Frank get out of the car. He walks in while I stay outside, leaning on our car. A few minutes pass and nothing happens. CRASH! I look to my left to see an attractive boy with greasy black hair fall down on to the ground. Being that everyone else is too drunk to care and I'm the only sober one, I go to help him up. I run to him and attempt to pull him up. God damn he's heavy. I try once more and manage to lift him off the ground, letting him put his arm around me for support.

"W-where are we going sugar?" He asks me, slurring out his words. I sigh rolling my eyes. This is kind of like how I met Frank, without the ass touching part.

"I'm getting you to my house so you can stay there until you are stable enough to go home" I answer him, taking him into the passenger seat. Once he was strapped in I start to go to the driver side. Once I sit down, I notice this boy is pretending to drive a race car and making little race car sounds saying stuff like "And Gerard zooms past people, earning him free pizza." Honestly it was adorable. I assume Gerard is his name as he keeps saying the specific name.

"So Gerard... how are you?" I ask, trying to start conversation.

"I feel like a baseball bat went up my-"

"Okay too much information. I'll dumb it down for you, are you wasted?" I simplify the question. He nods. As I expected. Once we reach my house, I drag him out of my car and bring him into my house. I continue to help him until we reach my bedroom. Oh crap, I don't have another bed for him to sleep on or a room. I help him onto my bed and head to my closet to get a pillow and a few blankets and lay them on the floor next to the bed. I had a double bed but I couldn't sleep with anyone else because of one experience with Frank that ruined my life and it wasn't sex. I'm still a virgin for god sake.

"Could you lay with me until I fall asleep?" He asks, holding out his arms waiting for me to get in next to him. Being the nice person I am, I get in with him and he puts his arms around me like I'm his teddy bear. My head is resting on his chest. Eventually we both fall asleep in peace.