Gerard Gay

Drown

FronkOreo's pov:

Waking up in a puddle of sweat, maybe even covered in your own or someone else's vomit in a bathtub, dead tired, with a killer hangover and barely any memory of what happened the previoius night is not particularly a nice situation. But, to add to the discomfort, waking up with a random fucking dude practically on top of you snoring like a goddamn train, makes it a hell of a lot worse.

Groaning, I sat up, pushing the dude off me, he woke up looking or well glaring at me.

"What are you doing?"

He trailed his fingers down my stomach, a certain glint in his eyes and I snorted and pushed him off, harshly this time. Which, caused him to nearly fall backwards.

"What the fuck dude, quit being an asshole so early in the morning."

"I'm always an asshole baby, now go fuck yourself with the curtain rod and don't touch me, cunt."

I said, stumbling out of a bathtub in a bathroom I've never seen before and crouched over the toilet, emptying the remaining contents of my stomach. The dude looked at me, his mouth hanging open. So I threw a roll of toilet paper at him, because that's totally the best way of telling someone to go away.

"Get the fuck out!"

"Its my fucking house!"

"I don't give even a quarter of a fuck, get out before I projectile vomit on your face."

The dude, looked at me, shocked but left the bathroom.

As I continued retching, I thought about where to go next.

Bridge or cemetery...

Neither sounded welcoming, but at this point I didn't really have a choice. I grabbed my shirt (which was lying on the ground, thankfully vomit-free) slipping it on and gathering my bag, my wallet, and stealing all the narcotics in the bathroom's not-so-innocent cabinet, before opening the bathroom window and throwing myself and my bag out of it.

At least I got to charge my phone last night...

I thought to myself, as I walked through the small patch of grass known as a backyard.  I sighed as I came in contact with a 6ft fence, slinging my backpack more securely on my shoulders and climbed the fucker. Halfway up, my backpack started to slip, nearly taking me with it if someone hadn't pulled me up and over. I heard a sigh as I dusted myself off, not bothering to look and see who had helped me.

"You know Fronk, you should be more careful."

That voice made my blood run cold, I knew that voice. I felt anger begin to bubble to the surface. Growling, I shoved the person roughly against the fence and met the eyes of none other than Gerard motherfucking Way. He wasn't smiling, and neither was I. He grabbed my wrist, forcing me to release the fabric of his t-shirt and pushing me off. I didn't realize I was shaking until Gerard grabbed my hand. I had the strong urge to pull my hand away and hit him, but I didn't. My head hurt enough, I didn't need my hand hurting too.

"I really wanna beat you, but for Gee's sake, I won't and you need to come with me."

I rolled my eyes, ripping my hand from his and started walking the opposite direction, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and spun around quickly enough to make my head spin a bit. I pushed him, hard, he nearly lost his balance and I used that as an opportunity to make a run for it.

"Fronk, just wait, fucking wait you asshole!"

"Fuck off you delusional prick, I'm not going anywhere with you."