Frank parked the car.
The sky was a navy blue by now, and it was still chilly.
Gerard helped his already stoned brother, placing his arms around his pale, pink clothed shoulders and lifting up his weight.
Frank's bulter, nicholas, came up to help, and in no time mikey was inside safely.
Further talk was later, and now, he needed rest.
He was too drunk to speak, anyway.
Gerard pushed his slightly damp, black hair out of his cherry red cheeks.
Frank looked at gerard, rather concerned.
"My brother usually gets drunk every night,,,mostly just to get rid of the stress he deals...i'm worried about him."
Gerard explained with a sigh.
Frank frowned, and he extended his hand and gently stroked gerard's hair.
"I wish i could be of help, sweetheart. How about introducing him to a new friend? Maybe then he will start enjoying life more."
Gerard smiled and blushed, thankful for the supportive words frank told him.
"That's an excellent idea."
