You Suck At Darts, Ya Know

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Frank's P.O.V

The next morning came by too fast. It only seemed like I was sleeping for a few hours, but when I woke up, I felt completely refreshed.

Gerard was nowhere in sight.

I sat up abruptly, checking the time on my watch after blinking a few times to get rid of the ache in my eyes.

8:27am

Oh crap, I'm gonna be late for school!

After jumping out of bed, I soon realized it was Saturday, and relaxed back onto the bed.

I found my phone, yanking it out from under the pillow, and checking my messages.

None. Not even from mum.

Thank god she got the message that I didn't wanna talk to her anymore. I sent a quick text to Delilah, just to make sure she was okay, locked my phone, and then it hit me.

A sweet, unique smell which wafted up the stairs and into the room.
Pancakes

Gah I love 'em.

As you probably guessed I was down the stairs in a millisecond, actually jogging around to try and find the kitchen.

And to be honest, I don't know how I could've missed it.

It was about the same size as the whole floor plan of my house, complete with a sushi bar, and a milkshake machine.

A tall, pink dressing-gowned figure stood at the hob, the pancakey goodness wafting from where they stood.

I knew it was Gerard because of his traffic light-red hair, so I walked up behind him and peered over his shoulder, looking into the pan.

"What ya making Gerard?"

He giggled, and turned, smiling at me. "Pancakes, duh. Toffee ones. Grab a seat, I'll bring you some."

I obliged, perching on the nearest breakfast bar stool, staring at his back.

Did he like the color pink? I certainly don't, but ah well.

He wandered over with a plate full with steaming toffee pancakes, and handed me the chocolate sauce.

I took two, not wanting to be greedy, and then squeezed the sauce onto the side of my plate, handing the bottle back to Gerard.

The pancakes were almost criminally tasty, and I actually moaned at the first bite.

He giggled again, and we chowed down on the fluffy yumminess.

"So, are your parents not in Gerard?" I spoke when I was finished eating.

He glanced up, dipping another pancake into the remainder of sauce on his plate.

"No, mum has to go into work on Saturdays, and dad is on a golfing trip with his friends. They won't be back until late."

I hummed in agreement. "My mum is a florist; yeah, boring I know. And my dad, well...I have no idea. Don't know where he is anymore."

He finally finished his tenth pancake. "That's pretty rough going, Frank."

"I don't care, he was a dick anyway."

He took my empty plate and dropped them in the sink, belching loudly and running a hand through his neon hair. Awwh, I wanna do that.

Wait, what?
Just forget you thought it, Frankie.

"Wanna play darts?"

I snapped back into reality after daydreaming about his hair and how fluffy it must be.

He was stood, dressing gown slightly open at the top, holding out darts.

I nodded, and shuffled over awkwardly.

Turns out I was shit at darts. I made more holes in the wall than I did on the target, and whenever Gerard would help me aim by standing close behind me and holding my arm to steady me, I would even go as far as to just missing the wall completely and it flying at the floor.

"Ya know Frank, you suck at darts." He chucked, bopping his head along to 3 Day's Grace he'd put on the stereo.

I laughed, stepping back to let him take his turn.

"I'm sorry about your wall...and your floor....and the sofa that was completely out of range but I still managed to hit it."

The doorbell rang, urgently, over and over.

He turned the music down, and jogged over to the door, me following close behind.

When we opened the door, I don't think either of us expected to see Mikey there, crying and out of breath.

"I-Its Ray, he!"

He struggled to breathe.

"He's in the hospital!"


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