Cutting Edge (Frerard)

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♾Frank's P.O.V♾

After gallons of water and vomit, we sobered up. "Mikes called earlier you might want to go check up on him. It sounded serious"

Gerard sighed and snuggled up to my bed "in like half an hour. Right now I want to draw a picture of you while you play guitar"

Odd. But I grabbed my guitar and started playing random things as Gerard scetched the outline of me. We stayed like this for around 10 mins until I got bored of playing. We are leaving school soon, the thought only just accrued to me.

Leaving for college. Do I even want to go to college, what if I started a band or joined one?

I'm thinking of getting away from education and straight to working, my mental health doesn't need ruining anymore than it already is.

I completely zoned out and forgot where I was and what I was doing. "Frankie" I spun my head towards the door "Your male friend left, he said tell you that he's gone to check on his brother or something?"

How did I not notice a tall man leave my room? I sighed and nodded.
 He left the picture on my bed, it was fucking awesome.