It had been more than 3 weeks since the Mikey's death incident, and Mikey hadn't had any troubles since then.
Frank had been spending more time with Brendon, and Gerard often tagged along.
Frank and Gerard were at Brendon's front door, waiting to be greeted by (possibly drunk) Brendon.
"Woah. Hey Frank... And... Gerard, hey man..." Brendon was clearly drunk, as usual. He invited the two of them in, and they sat on Brendon's couch, sipping beer and saying random shit.
"Yo Gerard, Frank. I have an idea! We should play that uh... That fuckin game... Fuck what's it called? Uh... Fuckin Truth or Dare?" Gerard and Frank agreed to compete, there was no harm in it.
"Alright, fuckers! I'll go first!" Brendon said as he gulped more beer. Frank laughed, "Dude, are you sure your not too drunk?"
Brendon stared into Frank's eyes boldly, "I'm not as think as you drunk I am." Frank rolled his eyes, and they started the game.
Most of the game was just Brendon daring Frank to fuck Gerard in front of him, which of course, didn't happen.
Afterwards, they went back into Brendon's living room. They stayed there, telling crazy stories, telling stupid jokes, and just enjoying each other's company.
Frank and Gerard were there for hours, enjoying themselves. Frank and Brendon engaged in a competitive game of pool.
Frank was winning with flying colors, which resulted in Brendon breaking 3 pool cues from snapping them out of frustration.
Gerard found himself needing some time alone. He left, neither Frank nor Brendon noticed, they were too busy fighting over the game.
Gerard sat outside Brendon's front door, breathing in the fresh, cold air.
*Text From: Patrick*
Patrick: Gerard! Mikey is dying.
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Alone // Frerard
FanfictionParents that act like their part of the fucking WBC... A flaming homosexual son... This is going to work out great. (The story will be better than the intro, I swear!!) Gerard's parents are religious, they value their beliefs above their sons. But G...
