'Fuuuckk....' The sun is shining rather aggressively through the curtains I didn't get a chance to close last night. I check the alarm clock on my bedside table and see that it's 10:02am, and decide to get a shower because in all honestly, I feel like crap.
An hour later, I've showered, got dressed in grey jeans and a red flannel shirt, a black t-shirt under that. I walk into the kitchen meaning to get a coffee and some painkillers for my headache, but I see that I still had some Jack Daniels on the counter; I pick up the bottle and swill it around a couple times, sniff it and pour myself some in a cup, then I take some painkillers. I decide to go and visit Ray, I hadn't seen him in a few days; knowing him, he'll worry. He's like that.
'Hey, Gerard!' I turn and see Frank smiling at me, I nod and reply with-
'Frank, Wassupp?' Oh fuck....I grab my head as it's still pretty shitty, even after taking those painkillers. We talk and chat for a minute, and I decide that it'd be cool to introduce him to Ray. Especially seen as he doesn't know anyone or where anything is. I grab his hand because it's easier that way, and in all honestly, I was just waiting for an excuse to do so. I run down the stairs and into the street before having to stop. This fucking hangover...
'Go on in!' I tell him.
Ray sees me and Frank, then smiles.
'Hey, Gee- looks like you had a crazy night last night!' I laugh and flip him off. That way he'll think I didn't drink too much...I have to admit, I've been drinking a lot more lately. He doesn't know that. Frank turns to look at the guitars and all the framed photos.
'Gee....you know you've gotta stop this, right? It's dangerous, all this drinking. You've got a problem. You're gonna drink yourself to the fucking grave, man. How much longer until you realise that?'
I sigh. Not this old crap again. He worried too much, I was fine. So what if I drank a little bit? It'd my life.
'Ray, I know you're concerned, but don't be, honestly. I'm fine. I don't drink cause I have to, I drink cause I want to- and in my eyes, that's not an addiction or a problem. It's more like a hobby.' I knew he wouldn't buy that, but it was true. It was purely recreational. I could stop any time I wanted. And I don't want to, so there.
'A hobby? No, Gerard, a hobby is running, riding bikes, football, puzzles, reading, stuff like that. What you're doing is downright dangerous. And another thing, when was the last time you ate? Because I seriously doubt it was this morning. I don't think it was last night, either.' He frowned angrily at me. I sighed. He's going the whole hog today.
'Ray, for Christs sake...do I look fucking unhealthy? And if I do, it's sure as hell not because I'm 'too thin' as you're constantly saying. I'm fat, Ray- just except it, for fucks sake.' Ray must be blind, or something. I'm not thin, I never have been. So I'm making myself thin. Easy enough to understand.
Ray drops it then, not wanting to get angry. He changed the topic completely.
'So, Gee. Who's your friend?' He drags out the word friend and winks at me. I feel myself starting blush and shrug it off.
'Oh, shit! Frank, this is Ray. Ray, this is Frank!' They shake hands and we all talk for a while. I get a coffee. Ray asks if I want food. I decline. Franks orders pancakes, and huh, he's a vegetarian. Didn't expect that, but ok. I order another coffee. He finished his food. We leave. Ray gives Frank a job. That's quite cool, gives me and excuse to visit Ray more and to see Frank often. This is great, come to think of it.
'Hey, Fwankieeee...?' I have no idea why I said it like that.
'Yessss, Gee bearrrrr?' We both chuckle. I liked calling him Frankie. I like being called Gee bear.
'Would you like to go for a drink, my dearest companion?' He nods, laughing at the sudden sophistication. I grab his hand again and lead him to a nice bar I know, which opens at 12:00am. It was now 12:29am, so it'd be fine to go there now.
'Where we going, Gee?' Frank asks. I remember that he's new here.
'Just a little bar. It's quite cosy, really. This girl LynZ runs it, she's really cool- y'know, I think you'd like her. She's single, just so you know.' I wink at him. She is cool. If I was straight, I'd probably date her. I don't know. I've never really liked girls. I wouldn't know.
'Oh, uh....right. Ok. Sure.' He seems uncomfortable. A part of me hopes that he's gay, but I know he's not. I'd need luck for something as magical as that to happen.
We reach the bar and I order a Jack Daniels. Frank orders a beer and some pretzels. He offers me some, and I decline. Can't they see I'm fat enough?!
Me and Frank talk to eachother, I talk to LynZ, Frank talks to LynZ, we all talk together. By the time Frank has finished his second beer, I've finished my fifth J.D. We head home, and I feel in a good mood, nice and light...can a person feel floaty? 'Cause I felt kinda floaty. And the fact Frank was here leaning against me with his arm around my waist was just an improvement. He can't be drunk. Why's he leaning on me? Oh well. Not complaining.
'We're nearly home, Gee. I, I think...yeah, it's just around the corner. We're here!' He's trying to hold me up...I don't get it, I'm not even drunk. I can still see straight. I have control over my body.
He leads me to my door and I open it. He says he'll see me tomorrow. Before he goes though, I throw my arms around his neck in a hug and plant a kiss on his cheek. Very close to his mouth.
'Oh, oh shit, um...sorry man, bye!' I slam the door and hate myself.
I grab a couple bottles and lock myself in the bathroom. Before I can attack my thighs I pass out.
