Friday I'm In Love

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A/N Merry Christmas! 

Gerard was unfit - in every sense of the word - to go to the concert. It had only been three hours since Frank had forcefully fished him out the shower, ordered him to sit down on his bed, and sat in his armchair with his head in his hands. Gerard barely moved since changing into jeans and his Gish shirt. 

"I told you, I'm fine.", Gerard snapped grumpily at Frank's sigh. "I'm going to that concert even if I have to fight my way out the door."

Frank nodded, his heart sinking as he looked up at the skeleton on the bed. "I think it's a bad idea."

"When did you become my fucking babysitter?"

"Please, Gerard, don't make me laugh. I've always been cleaning up after your drunken mistakes since age fifteen. You really think Mikey was in the right mind to fish you out some of those parties? He was doing cocaine in those bathrooms while you were too busy whining over some bimbo bitch who didn't care you existed. You were always drunk, or high, or hungover and I didn't have a best friend since I was fourteen.", Frank laughed bitterly as he got to his feet. "You know the fucked up thing? I still thought you were cool, I thought you were the most brilliant thing in my life."

"Frank...", Gerard whispered tenderly. "I'm so sorry."

He stopped in front of the door, fighting back tears as his eyes began to water. "That's all I wanted to hear."

Mikey was prepared; or at least that's what he was telling himself. Ray had changed into a 50's style black dress with a Peter Pan collar and a big pair of fake tits. He was still wandering around in a wig cap and Bugs Bunny slippers though, proof that Ray Toro was actually human. He'd spent ten minutes hunting for a specific lipstick which eventually turned up under the sofa - where most things do. Ray's house was beautifully tidy - uncharacteristically for a man of his age - excluding a small corner of his bedroom which contained a mirror and a set of drawers with makeup. 

Mikey sat staring in wonder as the taller man cursed and hopped around his apartment mumbling to himself and the few sad cacti littered on sideboards. "So, who's birthday is this?" he asked as Ray gently tugged a shoulder length black lace front wig with the ends flicked out.

"Formally? Vee Vee Fondue.", Ray said. "On this, boring, plane of existence? Ryan Ross."

Mikey's phone shrieked, effortlessly slicing through the conversation with Anthrax's Madhouse. He flushed before jumping to his feet to run into Ray's room - where his jeans were screaming from. Mikey threw the door open and dived towards the familiar pair of black jeans thrown over the chair in the corner. 

"Yes?" Mikey snapped, shoving his phone between his shoulder and his jaw. 

"Can you meet me at Z's?" Gerard replied quietly, "It's just Frank and I."

Mikey laughed bitterly as he lent back against Ray's wall. "What part of 'do not disturb', don't you understand?"

"Please, Mikes, I wouldn't be asking unless it was important."

"We're supposed to be in New York in an hour."

"It won't take long."

He snatched the phone away from his ear, shoving it onto the floor. "Ray?"

"Yeah babe?", Ray answered from the living room. 

"Do we have time for my idiot brother and his moronic ex-best friend?"