give me a man after midnight {frerard}

Chapter 2: Going Red Solo

|DISCLAIMER|
I have no idea what it's like to be drunk so my "writing skills" are a little "rusty" in this area. Also, the Frerard won't start for a little while. More than a little. I mean, they'll meet each other in a chapter or three, but they don't become like immediate friends, they just see each other around at random times, plus, I like my stories to progress slowly, so... yeah. Slow meetings. Another thing, this chapter has nothing to do with a lawn.
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"So, who are we meeting there? Anybody?" Frank asked once they were seated in the front seat of Ray's car. Frankie was being rebellious by not buckling his seat belt however.

"Uh, just Mikey. I think." Ray said nervously, and turned to look out the window.

"Okay. Cool. He doesn't really strike me to be a party guy. He's sort of... quiet." Frank observed.

"You'd be surprised." Ray answered softly.

"Yeah? What else would surprise me?" Frank asked, stopping at a red light.

"He's got a brother with bright red hair?" Ray tried. Frank was, in fact, mildly surprised.

"Really? Will he be there?" Frank questioned. Ray scoffed.

"Nah, his brother is a MAJOR introvert. He only comes out of his room to get another pack of cigarettes."

"Why doesn't he go to parties? Or hang out with people? Is he depressed? Is he an alcoholic?" Frank pressed.

"What? No. He just doesn't. He's not depressed and he's definitely not an alcoholic." Ray gave Frank a weird look. "Why would he be?"

"I don't know why I thought that at all actually. That was strange." Frank laughed lightly. He stepped on the gas pedal and they accelerated quickly.

"Geez! Slow down, would you? I'm surprised you even passed your driver's exam!" Ray's eyes widened and he protectively reached for his hair.

"Yeah. I'm not the best driver... I'm pretty sure my examer, examer? Teacher? Tester? Whatever. I'm pretty sure he was like, half blind or some shit." Frank laughed and he tried to even out his driving.

"You probably made him go blind 'cause of your ugly face." Ray smirked.

"I'm surprised you're not half blind, what with all the hair in your eyes, Princess Fro Fro." Frank retorted.

"Yeah, well- oh you're going to want to make a left right here." Ray pointed to the street sign that read 'Pebble Hill Road'. Cute.

We drove up a narrow, paved path that led to a large green house with a nice, white front porch. Or, it had been nice, but now it was littered with red solo cups, napkins, plates, and one drunk teenage girl. It was only 10 o' clock, and Frank rolled his eyes and went on a small rant.

"People need to chill, like. It's really early and she's already drunk off her ass. I'm done with people's fucking shit. It's pissing me off. Does everybody have to get wasted all the time?"

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Frank was, thankfully, not wasted. Well. Sort of. He couldn't walk in a straight line, and he had a feeling he wasn't making the best choice right now, (that choice being making out with this random girl who's name started with a J... Jamie? Julie? Jam? Jelly? Toast? Okay wait) but he wasn't wasted, per se. Just... a little more than buzzed. But Ray, on the other hand, was passed out on the ground, so Frank was obviously going to be the driver this fine evening. Or morning, really.

Frank pulled away from... Jamia! That was it. He smiled at her and removed her hands from his chest.

"That was nice and all but, I've gotta go. I'll see you around, maybe. Maybe not. Probably not." Frank smirked. Drunk him was a major dick, he decided. He liked it. The dickiness was definitely a change from his usual, bouncy, happy, nice self.

Jamia chuckled. "Hon, I wasn't planning on it." She proceeded to wink and saunter away.

Frank laughed. He liked her. But he wasn't really looking for a relationship at the moment. Not that making out at a party and then possibly having drunk sex counted as a relationship or anything. But that was the closest Frank got to relationships. He was hardly a virgin sexually, but romantically, he was like a 17-year-old emo nerd with dyed red hair.

Wait, where the hell did he get that one from?

Anyway, time to lug Ray's ass off the ground and into his car. Frank called over Mikey to help him.

Mikey grabbed Ray's arms, Frank grabbed his legs, and Ray woke up.

"Hey..." Ray drunkenly slurred, looking up at Mikey. "You're really attractive..." Ray giggled. Frank's eyes widened and he looked up at Mikey. He was blushing as he mumbled,

"Yeah, let's just get you into the car."

Frank started to laugh.

"What? What?!" Mikey scowled.

"Nothing, nothing. I just TOTALLY SHIP IT!" Frank cried. They were already out the door and on the lawn of the house. ((AN oh look, I was wrong. there's a lawn))

"What would it be? May? Rikey? Rikey. You would totally bottom." Frank chuckled.

"Shut up! If you don't stop I'll drop Ray right on his head."

"You realize that you will A, have killed your lover, and B, be a murderer." Frank dead panned. Mikey scowled deeper.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Mikey growled and loaded Ray into the car.