(Gerard's pov)
Frank had fell asleep, his legs and arms wrapped around me and his head buried in my neck. I was about to fall asleep myself when my phone went off snapping me back into reality. I took my phone out of my pocket and I had 23 missed calls from Mikey and 5 from Ray. I suddenly realized that Gerard was the only one in their group of friends that actually drove a car.
"Frankie baby?" I say, gently shaking frank awake, "We have to go pick up Ray and Mikey. Sweets? Come on." I pick him up and set him in the passenger seat. By the time I walk around my old beat up truck, and get into my seat, Frankie is already asleep. That poor baby, I think to myself, he has done nothing wrong in this world and he deserves better. I cup my hand around his head and kiss his forehead, "Sweet dreams Frankie." I whisper to myself.
When I get to the school, I can already tell Mikey and Ray are pissed. I get out of the car and put my finger over my mouth to signal to them to be quiet, and I point to the window where you can see Frankie sleeping like a little angel. "Listen dude, I'm sorry, I forgot. I'm sorry. It's my fault, I lost track of time." I say. "Dude it's ok. You just weren't answering your phone and I got worried." Mikey says. I get back in he drivers seat and Mikey and Ray get in the back. They don't bother to put on their seat-belts and pickup where they left off on their make out session.
When we get home Mikey and Ray head straight to Mikey's room, and as soon and the door shuts they turn their music up loud. I carry Frankie in bridal style and lay him on my bed. I sit down at my desk and doodle. I do this until Frankie wakes up.
