You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid.

Gerard's POV

Frank was right. I'm currently on the shitter, you know.. trying to do my business. I repeat, trying.

"Hey, Gee.. You okay?"

"Ughhhhhhh, nooooooooooooooooo."

"Can I come in?"

Poor Frank walked in the bathroom and frowned. "Told you."

"My ass feels like it's on fire."

".. I know. Sorry."

I laughed, "Better be. Now go grab your acoustic guitar and play me something."

"Okay!"

I moaned. It hurts so bad.. Like, having someone with incredibly large hands stick their fist up your ass hole. You get the point, really.

Frank smiled sympathetically. "I know how it is."

I nodded, closed my eyes and almost cried.

"Dude. My ass. I'm afraid to try harder because my ass hurts so bad."

"Still want me to play you something?"

"Yeah."

He laughed, "Then shut the hell up. I know it hurts, but I don't think you can ever get used to something being rammed up your ass."

Frank smiled, closed his eyes and started strumming.

"As we wake up in your room
Your face is the first thing I see
The first time I've seen love
And the last I'll ever need
You remind her that your future
Would be nothing without her
Never lose her, I'm afraid
Better think of something good to say
But it's all been done more than once
So I'll keep on trying
Oh God don't let me be the only one who says

No, at the top of our lungs there's no
No, such thing as too young
When second chances won't leave you alone
'Cause there's faith in love.."

I smiled at Frank's cute little voice. He opened his eyes and laughed, "I'm too lazy to remember the rest of the song.

"It's okay. You're forgiven, little one."