Killjoy Family

Chapter 7

I woke up still laying on top of Gerard, We were sprawled out on the tiny couch, tangled in a mess of limbs. I giggled at the situation. I carefully removed my body from his and stood up. My muscles ached a little from sleeping funny, but stretching helped. 

A large shelf with comic books suddenly caught my eye. I wandered over to it and grabbed an issue of X-Men. I plopped down on Gerard's bed and started reading.  Every few minutes Gerard was snore or stir, causing me to giggle. 

After a while the comic came to an end, so I put it back on it's shelf. I remembered Frank was downstairs, and probably wondering where the hell everyone was. I crept over to Gerard and draped a blanket over him, before tip-toeing silently out of the room.

I heard faint cursing and some thumping downstairs; I held back a laugh. At the bottom of the stairs was Frank, laying on the ground next to the couch, not even attempting to get up. He was groaning as he held his head, an obvious headache accuring. There was a woven blanket covering him and his head. I cleared my throat.

"Go away Gerard." He mumbled.

"That's not very nice." I joked creeping over to him. He looked up surprised.

"Oh, um, morning, Becky." He coughed a bit sheepishy. I realised he had no shirt on. I blushed.

"Morning. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." He held his head again. "Hey can you see if there's any Tylenol over there?" He gestured to the kitchen. I nodded and went over. The cabinets were wooden, and after opening a few I found some cups and the medicine cabinet. I found some Tylenol and filled a cup with some water. 

Frank had propped himself up but was still on the floor. He was still (thankfully) wearing his jeans but didn't bother to put his shirt on. 

 I giggled at his pained expression and sat down next to him. He took the water and pills greedily. 

"So, do you remember anything about last night?" I asked kind of awkwardly.

"Uh, not much. What did something bad happen?" He said a bit nervous. I giggled.

"Not really, I just had to give you a piggy back ride all the way home and tucked you in." I laughed. He had a pained expression on his face.

"Sorry." He sighed. "Becky I don't feel good." He whined leaning on me and resting his head in my lap. I  giggled and played with his hair. 

"Aw, poor little Frankie-boo!" I said pinching his cheeks. He swatted my hand away.  I laughed but he threw his hands over his face.

"How do you not  have a hangover?" He grumbled. 

"Easy. I don't drink." He scoffed. 

"I've seen you drink."

"Yeah, coke."

"Ha. Nah, you were drinking last night. I saw you talking to that guy too."

"I was drinking Coke, and when did you see me with Adrian?"

"I have my ways." I rolled my eyes. "That guy was really eyeing you up." I flicked his head. 

"Hey!"

"What? He was really into you. Like REALLY into you."

"Liar."

"I saw you exchange numbers. The pervert was staring at your ass the entire time you walked away."

"Stop talking Frank."

"Just saying."

"How would you know anyway? You were piss drunk."