For the Love of God

"Gimme a beer please," Gerard asked the blonde bartender. She threw her long hair behind her bare shoulder and gave Gerard a wink, before turning around and pouring the brownish liquid into the glass cup and handing it to him, making their fingers brush against each other.

Gerard's stomach cringed, but kept a smile on his face, trying his best not too look so disgusted so he wouldn't hurt the girls feelings. Gerard's long skinny fingers wrapped around the glass cup and brought it to his lips, and the liquid slowly slid down his throat, his tastebuds going crazy.

"Things here aren't the same without Frank," Mikey sighed, staring down at the empty space in front of him.

"Damn Mikey! Not everything is about Frank! God! He's opsessed with him! Ok! Let him have his special time with him and read the book or any of the other bullshit he wants to do! It was his fucking decision that he didn't want to come!" Gerard said in a loud enough voice to turn some heads in his direction. Mikey licked his lips, and looked in the opposite direction.

"Gosh. Just saying. No need to be a fucking douche about it," Mikey mumbled. Gerard rolled his eyes and patted Mikey's back lightly.

"Sorry. Sorry I yelled. It's just, he's changed, and I don't like it."

"Gerard, none of us do. Things aren't the same and it's hurting everyone. I kinda wish I knew what got into him to actually start beleving in God," Mikey let out a long sigh, and glanced over at Gerard, who was downing another half of a beer.

"I know. I know."

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"BOB! Grab Gee's other arm! He's falling!" Mikey whined as he tried to hold up a drunk Gerard.

"Wow Mikey, your so pretty. Pretty Mikey," Gerard said in a near whisper, and started to pat Mikey's head.

"Gerard, don't touch me."

"Haha. I know that I shouldn't laugh, but when Gerard is drunk, he's fucking hillarious," Bob said, laughing.

"C'mon guys, we need to get Gerard back onto the bus," Ray reminded them, as he led the way.

"Shut up Ray, you aren't even helping us carry his fat ass, so don't start telling us what to do," Mikey said tugging at Gerard, who just yelped a little, then laughed.

"Stop complaining Mikey. We're almost there!" Ray said, rolling his eyes.

As they made their way up to the bus, Gerard's voice grew louder and louder, and automatically caught Frank's attention. Memories flooded through Frank's mind, reminding him of all the other times Gerard had stumbled home drunk, and how funny things were.

The door of the bus swung open, and Mikey was the first to walse in, tugging on Gerard's arm. Bob was next to shuffle in, grabbing on to the other side of Gerard. And last was Ray, who wasn't doing a damned thing to help carry home the drunk.

"Help me set him on the couch," Mikey said almost breathless. Frank had to scoot to the opposite side of the couch in order to make room for Gerard to lay down. Mikey sighed a sigh of releif when the weight of Gerard was literally lifted off of him.

"Drank too much?" Frank asked, barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Mikey replied.

"This couch smells like ass," Gerard said.

Gerard was lieing face down on the couch, his voice being muffled because of the cussions. Mikey rolled his eyes, and walked out of the room. Small quiet giggles came from the far side of the room, as Bob tried to cover his mouth with his hand.