Follow me home (Frerard)

I can't control myself because I don't know how

(Frank's pov)

It was getting close to midnight, and I had nothing to do. 

All my homework was done, my notes were done and copied, and i'd grown a bit sick of practicing on my guitar at the moment. Almost all of my friends were out partying. What was left for me to do?

A sudden single loud knock at my door makes me jump up from my bed. I groan and get up to see who it was. I open my door only to find no one standing behind it. The only thing that was outside of my door was a bottle of whiskey attached with a note. Picking up the bottle and looking at the note, I close my door and sit back down on my bed."Here's a little something for you. Since your ass decided to stay in and not party with us tonight. finish responsibly ;) -Ray" I chuckle as I place the note beside me and open the bottle. A little drinking wouldn't hurt would it?

Shrugging, I take a large chug from the bottle. By this point alcohol didn't burn my throat. so chugging it was no problem. Having a mother and past like mine, made sure I would eventually turn into an alcoholic. As soon as I set the bottle down, I feel slightly buzzed. 

It took about twenty minutes to nearly hit the middle of the bottle, and I felt fucking amazing. It had been a while since the last time I drank any type of alcohol, so I'm not as much of a heavyweight drinker as much as I used to be. Let's just say, high school was a crazy time for me. 

Without thinking, I grab my phone and call the first number that appeared on my call log.

"Hello?.. Frank?" Jamia's voice along with some street noises in the background fill my ear.

"Jamia! Where have you been? We haven't spoken in forever." I state. Though i'm pretty sure the amount of slurring would make me sound like a complete idiot.

"Are you drunk?" Her voice goes serious. I did always admire how straight forward she was about every thing. 

"Just a little." I chuckle because I know very well that I'm way past a little drunk.

She sighs. "I didn't want to tell you, But I can't really avoid you finding out."

"What are you talking about?" I pause as my drunken smile fades.

"Frank..." She takes a large deep breath. "I moved to New York."

My mouth drops open. Not really knowing why since I was the only one in the room and she wouldn't be able to see my expression. "Why?"

"Florida just wasn't my place. Besides, New York has better jobs.."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? Where do you work?" The slurring takes over again.

"Uh.." she pauses for a moment while in the background, a loud car horn goes off nearby. "I've got to go." 

I frown. "Why?"

She sighs. "I'm working. I'll talk to you again maybe soon."

I roll my eyes and just hang up. What is it with her and surprises? And how did I not see this coming? I guess I'm not worth enough of her damn time. Who the hell works this late in New York anyway? 

I sigh and decide to go on twitter. Without thinking, I start a new tweet. "Thanks for moving away without telling me sooner.. Must be nice in NY.. #fuckexgirlfriends" I press tweet then go to my notifications and see that there aren't any.

I take another chug from the bottle as my phone buzzes, telling me of a new message from @Gerardway.

Sighing again, I press on the message.

"You sound defensive, Frank... And 5'9 is far from considered a midget. What are you-- 4'2? That guitar in your picture looks as big as you! Hun. ;)"

He's 5'9.. Not much taller than me. It was only 3 inches. But for a moment, I wondered if there was anything else about him that was bigger than 3 inches.. I grin devilishly at the thought, but my imagination isn't able to cooperate with the possible image of this Gerard guy. He still hasn't come up with any visible proof to his advantage but for his sake, I take his word for it.

I re-read his message and begin my reply.

"What can I say, I'm short and fierce ;) and you're only taller than me by 3 inches.." I chuckle as I pressed send. 

Looking at his message again, I pull up the photo that Ray took earlier and stare at it for a long minute.

Does my guitar really look bigger than me?.. No. Obviously not! He's just teasing. Right?

I scoff and go back to his message, and decide to write another reply. "By the way, that's not the only thing I have that's bigger than me.. ;P"  I gently throw my phone beside me and smile with content as the message sends then take another drink from the whiskey bottle.

When I put the bottle back down, I realize that being drunk and locked up alone in a dark-ish dorm room was getting to be pretty lame. Plus its been awhile since the last time I've been to a party.. The summer after my junior year of high school to be exact.. I guess it wouldn't hurt to join Ray and the gang for tonight's party.

I grab my phone and text Ray. "Yo! Where's the party at? I decided I need a night out after all."