1 Gerard, Age 27, Earth.

Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Ray, and Bob just got back from tour. They had featured their new album *Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge*. Gee's tour was very difficult. Not that the tour itself was bad, but Gee had ruined it.

Gerard was a depressed alcoholic. He still is. He's trying not to be, for Mikey's sake, but it's hard. Everything made him feel suicidal, and the alcohol seemed to dub down the pain. At least, it made it feel less immediate and oppressive.

*****

It was Saturday, and My Chemical Romance had been practicing for hours at Ray's house. Finally, they decide to call it quits for the day. They all sit down.

"Ray?" Frank asks, "I put some beer in your fridge earlier; can you pass them out?"

"Yeah, sure," Ray says, "Do you guys want your beer on the rocks?"

"Hell, yeah!" Gerard yelled.

"I'm so f*ckin hot, I could eat an Iceberg," Frank whined, "The Titanic has nothing on me."

"You could eat the whole of the Arctic Circle," Gerard starts, "and you wouldn't be any less hot, Frank."

"You know it. You're not too shabby yourself, y'know?"

"Ehhh. I'm tired of my f*ckin face."

"I haven't found it possible to get tired of your face, Gee."

"I'm allowed to be tired of my f*ckin face. It's my f*ckin face. Y'know what I mean?"

"That," Frank started, "is not your f*ckin face. Your f*ckin face is pleasured, almost. It's much wetter and hot-"

"Here," Ray interrupts, handing Gee his beer, "Sorry to interrupt, (not really) but I have everyone's beers. Also Frank, to much information. I, personally, do not need to here about Gerard's f*ck face."

"Need and want are different, Ray," Gerard reminds, "Do you want to here about my f*ck face?"

"Not immediately," With that, Ray leans back, and relaxes. Frank leans on Gerard's shoulder and slowly nods off. The day had been quite exhausting.

Gerard finishes his own beer, and then starts Frank's. The ice in the beer would've melted and ruined it for later.

"Here," Mikey says, "I'll finish it. You've had enough already."

Gee knows that Mikey had had more than him that day, but he didn't press the issue. He knew Mike was trying to help him. Honestly, if their places were switched, Gerard would be doing the same thing.

Ray sighs, "Gerard, Frank's gonna be staying here tonight. Do you wanna stay and relax with us?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Bob, can you give me a ride home?" Mikey asks, "I'm a bit drunk."

"Yeah, sure. Wanna head out now?" Bob inquires.

"Yeah, ummm. Ray, keep an eye on Gee, alright?"

"Of course, Mikey. He'll be fine."

"Thanks," Mikey and Bob leave Ray's house.

Ray walks over to his fridge-freezer, "Hey, Gee? You like Hawaiian Pizza?"

"Who the f*ck eats pineapple on pizza? Do you have Sausage?"

Ray snorts, "How about Pepperoni?"

"Sure."

Ray pulls a pizza out of the freezer and preheats the oven, "Wake me up when it preheats, please. I'm going to take a quick nap."

"Alright," Gee agrees.

Gee starts to nod off is awoken by a sudden change in Frank's position. Frank grabbed for the place Gerard's hands usually were (on his lap), however, Gerard's hands were not there, and Frank's hand simply landed on the inside of Gerard's thigh. Gerard's breath caught, and he cautiously tried to remove Frank's hand. Frank, however, refused to move his hand, now that Gerard had broken his slumber. Instead, he massaged.

"Pervert," Gerard whispers.

"Says you?"

Gerard rolls his eyes and removes Frank's hand. The preheat beeper goes off, and Gee calls Ray in.

"Do you like Pepperoni, Frank," Ray asks as he puts the pizza in.

"Do you have Hawaiian?" Frank asks.

"Gee doesn't like pineapple on pizza."

"What?!" Frank looks at Gerard and scooches away notably, "No pineapples. No me."

Gee snorts, "I doubt that'll last very long, Frank. You can't resist me."

"Fine then," Frank pouts, "Be that way. Yes, Ray. I suppose that Pepperoni is an okay pizza flavor."

"Stop f*ckin pouting, Frank," Gerard laughs, "You know that I understand that you know nothing about pizza. I doubt I'll remember it long. Much less be f*ckin offended by it.

"I will f*ckin smack you, b*tch," Frank raisesd his arm jokingly. Gerard, however, grabs the upraised hand and kissed it passionately. Frank's other hand goes to Gerard's hair, pulling him in for a kiss on the lips.

A few minutes later, they are interrupted by Ray, "Not on my couch, you two. Pizza is ready. Also, how did you go from 'I'm not going to talk to you' to a hardcore make-out session?"

Frank smirks, "You don't want to know the answer to that question. Let's go get pizza."

Gerard gets up and follows the other two to the kitchen. He sat down after grabbing two slices of pizza.

"Did you have a good nap, Ray?" Gerard queries.

"Yeah, I did. It sounded like you two were doing okay out here. All I heard was Gerard's breath catch, and someone whisper 'pervert'."

Gerard smirks, "Why do you sound so frustrated? Are you jealous?"

Ray snorts, "What's to be jealous of?"

"Do you want to find out?" Gerard leans across the table.

"I'm eating my pizza right now, so not immediately."

"Tsk, tsk. Pity. I think it would've been pleasurable to show you."

Ray laughs, "You're so bad at that.

"I know. I guess I've gotten used to flirting with squealing fan-girls."

"Like Frank?" Ray laughs, "I think you guy's have memorized flirtatious responses for every possible thing either of you would say."

Frank giggles, "It's fun, though."

"Frank's giggle is adorable," Gerard sighs.

"Gerard's laugh is adorable-er," Frank says, "Besides, he knows I hate my shitty laugh."

"You're shitty laugh is hilarious, though," Gerard teased.

"You two are both obnoxious," Ray said, "Now I'm gonna turn in for the night."

"Yeah," Gerard agreed, "Me too."