Ferard One-shots

drunk situation

repost from my old account. this is 11 freakin pages long

Frankie's POV:

"Ugh, it's been such a long week," I think as I slam down in bed.

"What do you want to eat?" My roommate, Gerard, asks.

"Sleep," I reply. Well, my words are almost incomprehensible as I have my face stuffed in a pillow. But Gee's been my roommate long enough to understand me and say,

"Alright have fun, I'm making pasta"

A little backstory, me and Gee have been roommates for 4 years, i'm 5 years younger than him, but time is just a concept, right? And no, were not dating, though let's just say I wouldn't be against it. Yeah, of course we've playfully flirted with each other, that's what friends do, right? But like I was saying, we're not together.

...

ysadifbgchndsuichfvyvdfhcnsudwiuy, It's morning. And when you hear the same Mindless Self Indulgence song every morning as your alarm, it get's pretty old, pretty quick. So I quickly jump to turn it off.

"Mornin'."

"Morning Gee," I say, rolling over so I can get up and wobble over to the bathroom, since I was way too tired to shower last night.

After my shower I walk out with a towel around my waist, my chest tattoos exposed, my lazy roommate still in his bed, he looks up at me then strangely crosses his legs and looks down at his comic book.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey," he says back quietly.

I drop my towel with my back towards him and part of my body covered by my bed.

Gerard's POV:

As I see him drop his towel and expose that amazing ass of his, I want to get up immediately and go into the bathroom, to well, get off, then cry, as I know my roommate whom i've been in love with for about 4 years, 2 months, and 15 days, will never love me back. But that would be suspicious. I feel this way every time I see him, but I always have to control myself, which just get's harder and harder, literally and figuratively, every time. I try to get up to escape to the kitchen, when I remember, NOPE, can't get up right now, especially cause I only sleep in a t-shirt and underwear.

I hate when he showers in the morning, when he showers at night he usually falls asleep soon after, so I can easily either sneak off to the bathroom, or just enjoy myself right there, his gorgeous body laying just 6 feet away from me. Am I creepy? Maybe.

Frank's going to some party on Friday, he says I can come to, so I guess I will. I mean, Ray and his friends will be there, so it should be good.

...

"You ready?" He asks.

"Sure, let's go," I replied.

We get in my car and I put my favorite music on.

"Oh my God, again?!"

"Yes, you know I love this," I say while turning the volume up.

"Ugh," he rolls his eyes in a playful way.

To that I just turn towards him and exaggerate every word while telling him that if he calls me a sweetheart, i'd maybe than sing him a song

When we get there I go off to find the people standing in the corner, so I fit in somewhere, making myself a vodka and Redbull on the way.

...

After who knows how long, let's just say 3 drinks in, I go and find Frankie. I find him in a different room dancing sloppily with some random people. I stumble up to him and tell him,