☆Save Me☆ {Frerard Fanfic}

37: bUtTeR kNiFe (TwImSt)

Gerard's POV (because I can actually write that way I have no clue what this chapter is so don't @ me)

After the dagger incident, Frank and I went out as promised, spending at least a few hours there. We went into town and into a tavern, even though that isn't really the best idea, judging by my history. "I'll stop you if you start to get drunk." Frank says as we walk in. We talked for a bit, and just hung out, like we used to. A few drinks later, Frank said he would stop me, I can't remember if he actually tried to, me being drunken me probably slurred some annoyed and pissed off words to Frank, who was only trying to help. I soon felt myself begin to float. "Not this again." Frank mutters as I keep going up and eventually hit the ceiling. "Lookat meee!" I slur, getting some looks from people, they seem confused, but its like they can't walk away. "C'mon, lets get you home." Frank says, grabbing my leg and making an attempt to get me out of the tavern, I grabbed something on the roof in an attempt to stall him. I soon found out that this wasn't going to work when I was out of the door and heading back towards the place where we're staying. There were two daggers that may have spawned, falling to the ground and soon dissapearing, making everybody look at me strangely.

As soon as we get back inside,  Frank drags me back to our room, with me still in the air like a helium balloon. "Gravityy! Don't mean too much to meee!" I shout between drunken hiccups and giggles, Gracie comes running out, looking up at the roof where Frank has since let me go and hit the roof. "What happened?" She asks as I cheer and float around the room, soon figuring out how to move myself around, slowly, but still move around. I float myself into Frank and my room, neither of the others noticing that I had gone. One of them must've looked up, because I heard a rather worried. "Gerard? Where'd you go?" I started snickering uncontrollably. "You can't find meee!" I called, well rather slurred, like a  little kid on too much sugar.  Frank came running in, followed closely by Gracie. "Help me get him down?" Frank asks, Gracie nods and stands on the bed in a feeble attempt to reach me. "He'll eventually get himself down." Frank says with a rather evil chuckle. "Frank!" Gracie says, punching him in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" He says, rubbing his arm. "Why would you say something like that, he'll hurt himself!"  Frank sighs and apologizes to me and Gracie. I soon start chanting, "Boys, boys , boys, boys." and Gracie soon joins in, doing occasional dance moves, Frank looking at her and I completely confused. 

After multiple attempts of getting me down, Frank decides they can't reach me. "Sorry Gee," He shouts up to me. "I don't think we can get you down." I sigh, not really caring all that much. "Do you want to stay with him?" Frank asks Gracie, she nods. "I'll be back soon." Frank says as he walks out the door, closing to make sure that I wont escape and cause more havoc. "You good up there?" Gracie calls and I nod. "Yup." I yell back. "Can you try and get down?" She calls, and I think as straight as I possibly can right now. Maybe its like how Peter Pan flies? I thought to myself, trying to think of sad things to bring me down to the ground.

Sure enough, I start to slowly sink towards the ground, like a balloon losing air. "How..?" She says and I just laugh, wobbling on my legs and falling over, hitting my head on the ground. I think that was because I'm drunk, and the mix of using my powers. Frank comes back with a glass of water and some painkillers he must've had in his things he took from Rosemere. "I'm ba- what happend?" he says, setting the stuff on the bedside table. "I did it!" I exclaim, laughing more. I start to feel sick, so I sit myself up and tap Franks leg. "Got a bucket?" I ask and he spins around and grabs it, Gracie quickly leaves the room before I start vomiting. Frank sits next to me, rubbing my back. "Its okay Gee." he says as I keep coughing. He then brings me the painkillers and water, I drink it and take the pills before Frank helps me up to the bed, setting up the pillows so I'm remotely sitting up. "How'd you get down?" He asks, holding my shaky hand. "I thought about Peter Pan, and how he flies using just basically happy thoughts, I thought if I reversed that, I could get down." I let out a weak chuckle. He smiles. "Sounds about right for drunk you, or maybe even sober you."  I'm feeling extremely tired, not really wanting to do much. "You wanna just lay here for now?" He asks and I reply with a nod. Frank puts a blanket over me and kisses my forehead. "Try and get some sleep." I smile weakly. "Thanks Frank, and sorry I got drunk." He smiles. "Not your fault, I should've known. And anyway, its good that you know how to control one of your powers." He says, walking out to the balcony. "Call out if you need me." He says as he closes the door behind him and I close my eyes and soon feel myself fall asleep. 

A/N What? Was? This? Anyway, new stuff for y'all. So  y e e  y e e   b o i s