Honey, This Closet Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

Chapter 6

Hey! I'm here. Your there. I was reading that out loud as I typed that and my fren was like "Dats creeppyyy!" I know she's reading this so hi to you and stop chewing your "America Mix Skittles" like a goddamn cow. If she isn't reading this I'm going to take Pete from her. (Her stuffed snek)

Also, have this picture of Josh Dun looking like a fishy. He may or may not be joining the story. Either in this chapter or the next one. Maybe. I haven't decided yet.
SMOL SPINGERS!

Enjoy da storty

Frank's POV

I woke up to Gerard ever so nicely repeatedly poking me in the side. I chose to ignore him because I was trying to sleep and didn't feel like getting my lazy ass up.

Also, because I was practically laying on top of him (watch it there ya nasties) and had no intentions of moving. He was warm and comfy, I was cold and wanted comfort.

"Frank. Frank. Frank. Hey Frank I know you're awake so answer meeee. Frank get up." Gerard wined and kept poking me in the side.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh whaaat?" I groaned and shoved my face further into the crook of his neck.

"You're laying on my bladder and a really gotta pee. Can you move for just a minute before I pee my fucking pants?" Gerard wined again and tried to move me off of him.

I rolled off of him and groaned again while stretching. Wow. Way to multitask Frank. I'm proud of myself. I feel like a cat when they like yawn, stretch, and like roll over all at the same time. I love it when they do that. I like cats. But I like dogs way more. Cats are just funny and interesting. I'm gonna shut up now.

"Fine. But when you're done you're getting your fine ass back into this bed and you're gonna cuddle with me whether you like it or not. Got it? You do what I say. I own you bitch. I'm kidding. But only about the you being my bitch and me owning you not the whole you getting you're sweet ass and cuddling with me when you get back from taking a piss. Because if I wasn't that would be really kinky and weird. You kno-" Gerard cut off my rambling by throwing a pillow at my face.

"Shut up Frank. Yeah I know and I will. So please stop rambling, it's too early for this shit and it's hurting my brain. I'm gonna go pee before I explode." With that Gerard pecked my cheek and left the room.

"Hurry! I miss you and I'm cold! Also, I just remembered that I'm in nothing but my boxers."

I heard him laugh from the bathroom (that kinda sounds creepy) and I flopped around on his bed trying to untangle myself from the blankets so I could cover up properly. Having no luck, I accidentally flung myself off of the fucking bed and landed on the cold, hard floor. "Ow." I muttered.

My ass kinda hurt and I didn't feel like moving so I just kinda decided to lay there until Gerard came back and could help me up. Ya know because I'm a crusty old man and need help getting up.

I smiled and yelled "Help! I've fallin and I can't get up!" I tried not to laugh as I heard Gerard walking down the hall, towards the room.

A/N my friend just said that she likes eating my dandruff. She's eating skittles out of my hat. What the actual fuck. She also made me put this in here. She needs serious mental help.

I have ate the rest of the authors dandruff. Shh, don't tell her I'm here ;P
^^^
I'm reading this over before I publish it and I just found this

"Come again?" He looked and sounded really confused. He couldn't see me because I was behind his bed and covered up by the blankets on the floor.

I smirked and said "Well honey, I'm would need a little help with that wouldn't I?" We both burst out laughing and he was almost to tears.