*Jack's POV*
It was Saturday. I woke up earlier than most of my friends, all except Buzzers, who woke up early every morning, usually to tune her guitar. She didn't have it with her, so I guess she was just used to waking up at this hour. It was about eight thirty. I gazed at Gerard, listening to his soft breathing. I got very close to my new, but quickly becoming close, friend's face and said softly: "Gerard. Hey, Gee, wake up." He groaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut tight before they fluttered open. He blinked his hazel eyes a few times and smiled at me. "Good morning, Jack." He said in his soft and polite demeanor. The way he said it in his morning voice made my heart beat a little bit faster. I still didn't know what I wanted from him. I was going to keep being friends until I knew what I wanted and then it all depends on what I decide. I got off of him and he stretched, yawning as he got up. I motioned to the sleeping others around us and he nodded and whispered: "Do you have a shower that I could use?" I nodded, leading him down the hallway and to the bathroom. It was the bathroom that Frank and I had shared for many years. There were hair dye stains on the counter from where Mitch had first dyed my hair in sixth grade. It was a bright blue color, very pretty. I smiled at Gerard. "Okay. Here it is. What would you rather have, pancakes or donuts?" Gerard took no time in replying. "Pancakes. It's Saturday, time for the Weekend Pancake Report." He said in a posh, Weatherman like accent. I giggled. "Okay, will do." I left him to shower, heading into the kitchen. I saw Frank sitting up and rubbing his eyes. I smiled at him. "Good morning, Frank-A-Doo. Pancakes are on the agenda for the morning. I think Mom is going to stop by near lunch time." His eyes lit up at the sound of our mother. "Okay!" I put a finger to my lips, trying to tell him to quiet down. He nodded and complied. I walked into the kitchen, getting the pancake batter and pans down.
*Frank's POV*
I heard the shower running and couldn't resist. I noticed that Gerard was missing from the sleeping bunch and grinned at the idea of pranking my best friend this morning. He was horrible used to my shenanigans and pranks. So I walked down the hallway to my and Jack's bathroom, and creaked the door open a bit. Wow, he even left it unlocked. Sad, sad mistake. I quickly and quietly took his neatly folded clothes off of the counter and left, unnoticed. I smiled and hid them underneath my mattress. I have no idea why things like this are so fun, but they are, so I shall forever do them, for I am Frank, master of fun. I sat down casually on the couch, next to a sleeping Amy. She had put her long black hair up before she had gone to bed, so it was messily up. I kept thinking of the kiss on the cheek she gave me last night, making my cheek feel tingly. I know she had done it for the game, but it felt special. And damn, did Gerard and Jack win that game. I personally didn't expect that. But hey, I guess call this prank payback for making out with my sister, Way. It'll be all fine and dandy.
*Gerard's POV*
I hummed a tune while washing my hair and thinking. Jack had done all that for the game last night. She didn't like me that way. I sighed. As much as I would have liked her to, she didn't. It was all for the game, to win. I can tell she's a person who hates to lose. I washed the remaining shampoo out of my hair and turned off the shower, grabbing the towel that I had hung next to the shower. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist and hopped out. I looked at the counter curiously. My clothes were gone. I was at the girl I liked's house. And my clothes were gone. Sounds about right. Also sounds about Frankie. Dammit! I started freaking out a bit, thinking: 'Oh God, what am I gonna do, I can't just go out there naked!' I took a deep breath and opened the door, walking into the other room and clutching the towel around my waist so it didn't fall. I flopped down on the couch, grumbling swears. Frank hopped onto the couch next to me and grinned: "So. Why're you naked?" I blinked and very slowly turned my head to him, giving him the most murderous glare and mumbled: "Just get me my clothes before Jack gets in here." At that exact moment, Jack walked, casually humming. "Hello Frank. Hello Gerard. Did you know you're naked?" I nodded, feeling my face heat up. "Yes, I did know that. Frank has my clothes." My voice was surprisingly steady, not stuttering or cracking at all. Jack turned to Frank and snapped. Immediately, Frank stood up and ran out of the room, down the hallway. Jack plopped down next to me and I laughed. "You'll have to teach me how to do that." She laughed. "Well, if we're as good of friends as I think we'll be, I think I can do that sometime." I smiled. "Okay. Sounds like a plan, Stan." She giggled. "My name's not Stan. I mean, I do have a boy's name, but come on, Gerard." My smile ceased. "It's just something my dad used to say." Jack stopped laughing and looked at me. "Oh. Sorry." I shook my head. "No, it's okay. Not your fault." She gave me a small smile and leaned her head against my bare chest, wrapping her arms around me again. I lightly wrapped one arm around her shoulder, not wanting to make things awkward by how little clothing there was between us. Frank came back in with my jeans, t-shirt, and a boxer shorts, grumbling about maggots or something. He threw them at me and I smiled. "Why, thank you, Frank, for this generous gift of MY clothes." He simply flicked me off. I laughed. Jack moved so I could get up and change before breakfast.
/It's like ten thirty, don't judge me. -Mikey\
