okay, so this is my first ever frerard fanfiction. It's incredibly short, I know, my next ones will be much better. enjoy~

It was just a normal Saturday night in the life of seventeen year old Gerard Way. Drawing until the wee hours of the morning, reading comic books, watching late night television; it was his life. And it was getting more and more boring with each passing day. He heaved a sigh and flipped off his TV before moving to flop down on his bed. Why was his life so fucking boring? He could always go with Frank to parties, but Gerard had tried his hand with alcohol before; it didn't end well.

"Fuck my fucking life," it was a muffled groan, and he didn't even hear the door knocking. A few seconds later, he heard it again, and his head flew up before he went up the stairs and opened the door, only to see Frank swaying in place. Gerard quirked a brow before letting his lips press into a thin line.

"Lookin' good, Frankie,"

"Shut the fuck up, Gee," his speech was slurred, and he leaned forward, letting Gerard lead him down the stairs.

"So, any reason you showed up at," Gerard glanced at his clock, only to cough with surprise at how late it actually was. "Uh, two 'o clock?"

"They kicked me out of the party, so.. I wanted to come see you," he looked so sad, so... he couldn't place the other emotion, but it made him a little nervous.

"Why don't you lay down, Frankie?" he led the drunk to his bed and laid him down, smiling softly as Frank took one of his pillows and held it close to his chest, his eyes closing with a small smile.

"Thanks, Gee-Gee." he replied, his voice soft and gentle. Just the way he said it made Gerard want to hold him and tell him that he loved him. Which he always had; ever since he could remember, really. He'd first met Frank back in first grade, after he'd been pushed off the swing-set by a gang of second graders. He'd gone off to hide, and apparently, only Frank had noticed. It was then that his love sprouted, growing ever since. And they'd been inseparable ever since. But he was clueless to know if Frank felt the same way. Even if he did, Gerard didn't think he could jeopardize their friendship like that. Sure, it would eat him up inside, but if he lost Frank.. He didn't know what he'd do.

When he was sure Frank was asleep, Gerard turned out the lights and TV, leaving only his desk lamp on as he climbed in his bed to lay next to Frankie. They'd done this countless times before; Frank would come to his house from a party, crawl into bed, and sleep. And Gerard would just sit at his desk, watching him until he fell asleep himself. Usually he was the first up the next morning, with tea ready and frozen waffles cooking. But tonight, he felt different. He wanted to be with Frank, to hold him and cuddle him.

So he did.

He moved up behind the sleeping drunk and hesitantly let his arms drape over his waist. He could feel the other's hip bones, which sort of worried him. But none-the-less, he got as close as he could without waking him up, his face settling into the crook of Frank's neck. He decided to be bold, and gently placed a kiss on his pale neck, letting it linger until he felt the other male relax in his arms. A smile crept up on his features and he pulled Frank closer, falling asleep himself soon afterward. This was what Gee had always wanted. To be near his Frankie, to hold him while he slept and give him affectionate kisses whenever he wasn't feeling well. This was Gerard's life.