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Deaf Rat

A/N: this is what Frank looked like when he kicked Gerard in the nuts.

Also early update! I wanna finish this story as soon as possible cuz I have so many other story ideas that I rly want get to write before I get bored of writing.

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Gerard woke up with the strongest hangover he ever had. Oh, and the back pain... did he sleep on the floor or something because that's how it feels like. Wait, he did sleep on the floor. How? He doesn't remember, but what he does remember is Frank being a bitch yesterday.

After laying on the floor for over 30 minutes and staring at the ceiling, he finally got up. He scanned the room which was entirely a mess. Bottles were everywhere, along with paper plates and paper cups. He wanted to call house cleaners but thought why bother when Frank exists. It's called money saving.

Frank. Oh god, that motherfucker is gonna get what's coming for him. He's not gonna ruin Gerard's party and not get any consequences, but first, he gotta find him. He looked on the couch where Frank must've been, but found it empty. Maybe he went out, Gerard thought and headed to his room to change into something else. His current clothes smelled like sweat, alcohol and other unidentifiable things.

The moment Gerard opened the door to his room and saw someone laying on his bed, he knew it was Frank. A grin appeared on his face. So he didn't leave huh? He thought. "Good," he whispered and went back to the living room, grabbing the big party speakers, and went back to the room. He put one of them on Frank's right side, and the other on the left.

Frank was so beautiful and peaceful in his sleep that Gerard almost, almost, felt bad for doing what he was doing. But you know what else was beautiful, of course not so peaceful, but BEAUTIFUL? His party and the fucker ruined it for him. So without a second thought, he took out his phone, connecting it to the speakers and putting the volume on maximum, and put on a tornado alarm sound. The moment he pressed play, the room filled with loud alarm sounds.

Frank woke up the second it started, bolting up to a sitting position, confused and panicked. He scanned the room and started understanding what's going on when his eyes fell on the big speakers, then on Gerard. His expression changed to an angry one as he started yelling things Gerard couldn't hear because of the loud alarm sound.

"I can't hear you!" Gerard yelled back. Frank reached to the bedside and unplugged the speakers, which was followed by silence.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Frank started yelling, covering his ears and wincing.

"You should've thought about it when you ruined my party yesterday and stole my bed," Gerard said, giving him a bitchy look.

"What!?" Frank yelled again. "Speak up, I can't hear you!"

"Oh shit! Did you get deaf?" Gerard laughed.

"What!?" Frank asked, rubbing his ears. 

"You really did," Gerard laughed again.

"If you're gonna continue whispering things under your breath, you better leave! I wanna get out of the bed and don't have any pants on!"

"Aww, little Frankie is shy to be seen in his boxers?" Gerard said, doing fake puppy eyes to moke Frank.

"I said stop whispering and leave!" Frank yelled again.

"Alright! I'm leaving!" Gerard yelled back and got out of the room. He wanted to protest and stay more to annoy Frank, but thought getting him deaf is enough for the day.

Gerard headed to the coffee machine, filling it with water and watching it until it boils because he has nothing else to do. After around five minutes, he heard his room's door open, which followed by Frank's footsteps. He came to the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something to eat.