CHAPTER 1
FRANK'S POV
My head was throbbing, pain surging to every corner of my mind. There were lips on mine, but I couldn't make out who they belonged to. Or maybe there weren't any lips. I didn't know anything. I could vaguely recall who I was, but as to where I was, and who was with me, I had no idea. I knew I was about to black out, but I needed to try my best to stay awake. I realised there was no use, as my vision darkened and all I saw before fading to blackness was the faintest, blurry flash of red...
Judging from the heat on my face and the red shade on the insides of my eyelids, I could tell that it was morning. I opened my eyes and my suspicions were confirmed when they were greeted with the sharp sting of the morning light from through the open curtains of the window next to me. The sunlight was warm and inviting, but as I moved I could feel pain seep into my head. When I remembered that I had been out drinking with Gerard and Mikey last night, I realised I clearly had a hangover. Brilliant. But where was I now?
I looked around the room at the many posters of various bands such as The Misfits and Smashing Pumpkins, and then to all the magnificent drawings hung above the desk in one corner of the room. I knew this room too well - it belonged to my best friend of 7 years, Gerard Way. I'd always loved this room since he had moved out of his family house and now lived alone with his brother Mikey (who was 3 years younger than him). I was round here near enough every day, so I might as well say it was my house too. I sighed with relief. Gerard and Mikey had been with me last night, so one of the two had helped the others home. I was grateful to whoever it was.
I saw a flash of red out of the corner of my eye and realised Gerard was in the bed next to me, his ketchup-red hair framing his little face. His eyeliner from the previous night was smudged down his face, so he clearly wasn't the sober one. Mikey must have helped us both home then. The covers were up to Gerard's bare shoulders, and I realised that he was shirtless. It must have been hot during the night, or maybe he had been sick on his shirt. There were red marks all over his neck... hickeys? bruises? I couldn't tell. I hadn't seen Gerard with any girls last night.
That's when I realised that Gerard wasn't the only shirtless one in this bed. I was too. I moved around a little, untangling my legs from his black bedcovers. I wasn't just shirtless. I was 100% naked. And I had a feeling he was too. Holy shit.
