Dudes, I haven't updated forever. I realized that, kicked myself in the ass and put together this chapter for ya. Sorry about the shortness though

Chapter 3 - Happy Liquids & Pretty Pills



Frank's POV

I had finally gotten into the doctors office after an hour long wait. I was in there for 10 minutes or less. My doctor, Dr. Genovai, checked me out and told me I had a mild case of pneumonia. He said it was nothing too serious so he gave me some medicine and painkillers. I can't believe I waited an hour for that shit.

But, I was in a good mood. That Gerard character really brightened my day up. He was absolutely gorgeous, sweet and had a good sense of humor. Plus, he gave me his number which means he must like me.

I returned home to find Ray in the living room, home from his family reunion and watching television. His eyes widened when he saw me. "Hey! How was it?" he asked as he turned the television off. I sat down on the couch beside his chair and leaned back. "Pneumonia. Just a minor case." I answered. He frowned. "Aw, that sucks." I nodded, untied my shoes and pulled them off. "I met this guy, too," I said. Ray's eyebrow raised. "Really?" he asked. I nodded and smiled happily at the effects of my teasing. "His name is Gerard. He's pretty cool." "Is that right?" he questioned. I laughed at his interest. "Is he cute," Ray asked. I grinned at what I pulled out of him. That's exactly what I wanted him to ask. I love teasing him.

I'm so mean.

"He's cute, yeah," I said casually, leaving out how amazingly gorgeous he actually was. Ray grinned. "Does he have better hair than me?" I laughed loudly. "No, no one could ever have better hair than your '70's afro," I giggled. Ray smiled and nodded. "I thought so. Hmm..more details..so you think he's cute..is he like..gay?" I shook my head. "Yeah, he is. At least bi. He was so nice, Ray. He gave me his phone number too. I thought the three of us could hang out some time. He would-" "Whoa, wait, wait, wait," He interrupted. "A homosexual guy who you say is cute and nice to you gave you his number?" He asked.

Oh. It sounds a little bad when you say it like that.

I shrugged a little. "Yeah," was all I could think of to say. Ray smiled slowly. "I think you like him," he said seductively. I made a face. "I just met him, Ray. I have you, I don't like him like that." "Well, he obviously likes you a lot if he gave you his number when you two just met." I rolled my eyes at him.

But deep inside, I liked that Gerard was fond of me.

Gerard's POV

I returned back to my apartment about 25 minutes later. I sighed as I walked inside and threw my jacket on the couch. I was so tired. It wasn't just sleepy tired but my body felt so worn. My mind was burnt out and I basically felt like a pile of shit. I fell onto the couch in front of the TV. I was to tired to grab the remote so I stared at the blank screen for a few minutes. I rubbed my forehead. I had such a headache.

Then, my phone rang. I groaned at not wanting to get up. I rolled over on the couch, my back now facing the direction of the phone, and shut my eyes. I just needed to sleep.

The recorder got it:

Gerard, this is Ms. Barelick, from Dr. Devoli's office. We need to schedule another appointment with you. Dr. Devoli says you didn't stay for the full appointment and that there are still other procustions he has to go over with you. You can come in on the 5th or 7th, preferably the-"

I stood up and picked up the phone. "Fuck off." I said calmly and put the phone on the receiver. God, people just couldn't leave me alone. All I wanted was to have some alone time. I just wanted to be in my head and shut off everyone else. I was so sick of having to go to the damn hospital and get my blood checked. I was sick of them poking around my body, seeing if I had any cuts I wasn't telling them about, I hate how they didn't believed anything I said and I hated how I was supposed to go to fucking rehab every Wednesday. I just want to be alone. Is that too much to ask?

I sighed and rubbed my head. It still ached. I still don't know why I get these migraines. I've had them for so many months, maybe even a year or so, and they just wouldn't go the fuck away.

I walked into the kitchen and took out an Asprin and Xanax. I don't give a fuck if it isn't a good combination or if i'll get addicted again, I just need this headache to go away. I took a glass out of the cabinet and poured water into it. I made a face and poured it out. "Water is so fucking tasetless, you asshole," I said to myself as I walked to the refrigerator. "You need some happy liquids."

I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Vodka. "When feeling down," I sang out loud. "Just drink some vodka." I poured the vodka in the glass that was once filled with water. I took a sip and smacked my lips. "Now, that tastes good," I said as I picked the Xanax and asprin off the kitchen counter. I tossed them into my mouth at the same time and drank the rest of the vodka in one slurp.

I shook my head and spat saliva on the floor. I felt ... odd. But I was in a strangely good mood. It was mainly for have vodka in my system. I walked back into the living room. I room fell sideways and I fell to the floor. I closed my eyes, opened them for a second, and closed them again. Then total blackness.

Frank's POV

I stared at the tiny ripped off piece of notebook paper that had Gerard's phone number on it. He seemed to like me. So call him. I can't just call him out of the blue. Yes, you can.I have nothing to say. Well, think of something. DON'T PRESSURE ME. Fine, you fucking pussy.

I sighed angrily. I was so weird; talking and arguing with my thoughts. I picked up the phone and decided to call him. I had nothing to loose; he barely even knew me. He might not even be there. I could leave a message.

I dialed the number and waited when it began to ring. It rang and rang. It was past 6 rings and I sighed. Does he even have voice mail? Or it going to ring forever?

"Hello?! Hello!? Who is this?!" a man's voice asked frantically. I was completely caught off guard.

"Um..this is Frankie..I'm calling for Gerard."

"Frankie?"

"Yeah..I met Gerard today at the hospital.."

"Do you know his address?!" he questioned.

"Um, no. No, I don't" Who was this?

The voice impatiently asked me to get a piece of paper and pen. I did as I was told and wrote down the address he told me. "Get here quick!" the voice said.

Then the he hung up.

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The song lyric used in the beginning is from 'I Never Told You What I Do For A Living' by My Chemical Romance.

ooooooooo!!! Interesting chapter Sarah! Short but gooood!

I laughed when Gerard was talking about "the happy liquids" xD

LOL, yeah. I was in a weird mood while writing it, so I made Gerard act weird and random too =]

YAY FOR RANDOM! haha