One Shots

A Little Bit of, Okay A Lot of Alcohol

(This is frerard by the way. Aha get it way...... I'll go home...)

Gerard's POV

Cause I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
(Or dead)
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home
(Or dead)
I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
(Or dead)
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home
(Or dead)
I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
(Or dead)
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

I end the song, sweat dripping g off my face. The crowd goes wild and I wave, smiling my ass off. Performing will always be the best feeling ever for me. I follow Ray, Mikey, and Frank off the stage, heading to the dressing rooms. We go our sepreate ways, only for a few moments, before we all pack into our crappy little van and head off to a bar for some late night partying.

~~~~~

I knew I'd had maybe one too many drinks but so had everyone. Apparently the band who was hosting us threw a party and there was so much alcohol.

I stagger about the room, clutching a red plastic cup full of some shitty drink. I know I'm not just sightly drunk. Nope I'm hella drunk. I spotted Frank, standing in a corner being the little antisocial fuck he is. I stagger over towards him.

Frank's  POV
I, for once, was not drunk. I didn't feel into the party tonight which was unusual. I had my eyes on one person in particular. Gerard was very drunk and staggering around like and idiot. But then he staggered over to me.

"Hey Frankie," he slurred, almost falling over. I frowned, worried for him.

"How much booze did you drink dude?" I looked at his cup, grabbing it.

He whined childishly. "Frank gimme!"

"No. You're to drunk, something bads gonna happen and your gonna fuck up."

His eyes get this mischievous glow and he grabs my wrist, dragging me away, down a dark hallway with no one around.

He turns me around and presses my against the wall, kissing me. His lips taste like beer and vodka and basically alcohol in general.

He pulls back. "Didn't fuck up Frankie."