That Boy's Not Right In The Brain
Part the Twenty-Fourth
"Frank, I think all my body's blood is in my head." I said queezily as we entered the elevator. He put me down on the floor, causing a seering pain up my leg, I winced and he picked me up bridal style. "Oh la la.." I said sarcastically, knowing he was only doing it to stop me whinging.
"You get stranger and stranger the more I get to know you again kiddo." he smiled.
"It's pronounced Tallulah.. Say it with me now, Tah-loo-la.."
"Tah-loo-la."
"Uh huh.. And what do you mean, 'get to know me again', we've known each other for yeaaaars." I slurred. I really should consider not going full guns when I drink.
"We stopped talking when we were 8, I know young Lou.. I don't know teenage Lou." he stopped infront of our door, and I pushed the already open door, open further.
"Gerard?" I called out, before my eyes met with him, "Bastard." I sighed.
"I'm sorry Lou.. I can sleep on the floor if you want?" Frank asked as he gingerly layed down next to me in the dark. I was still fully dressed, and barely concious, also face down.
"No.. it's alright, what's the worse that could happen?" I mumbled into the pillow, amazingly he understood me.
"Now you've said that, something is going to happen, you know that right?" I turned on my side and looked at Frank. I could just make out his facial features thanks to some light outside.
"You have always had the most fantastic eyes Frankie." I couldn't help but stare at them. "And the eyebrow shaping works for you.." I sniggered. He grabbed my sides and began tickling them, I squealed and squirmed until he stopped and wrapped his arm around me.
"Go to sleep Lou.." he said kissing the side of my head, "you drunken wreck."
"You get stranger and stranger the more I get to know you again kiddo." he smiled.
"It's pronounced Tallulah.. Say it with me now, Tah-loo-la.."
"Tah-loo-la."
"Uh huh.. And what do you mean, 'get to know me again', we've known each other for yeaaaars." I slurred. I really should consider not going full guns when I drink.
"We stopped talking when we were 8, I know young Lou.. I don't know teenage Lou." he stopped infront of our door, and I pushed the already open door, open further.
"Gerard?" I called out, before my eyes met with him, "Bastard." I sighed.
"I'm sorry Lou.. I can sleep on the floor if you want?" Frank asked as he gingerly layed down next to me in the dark. I was still fully dressed, and barely concious, also face down.
"No.. it's alright, what's the worse that could happen?" I mumbled into the pillow, amazingly he understood me.
"Now you've said that, something is going to happen, you know that right?" I turned on my side and looked at Frank. I could just make out his facial features thanks to some light outside.
"You have always had the most fantastic eyes Frankie." I couldn't help but stare at them. "And the eyebrow shaping works for you.." I sniggered. He grabbed my sides and began tickling them, I squealed and squirmed until he stopped and wrapped his arm around me.
"Go to sleep Lou.." he said kissing the side of my head, "you drunken wreck."