Sleep

Franks eyes fluttered open.
He was in his bed, comfortable. Everything was normal, or so he thought. Frank sat up and felt a strange sensation on his head and lower back, he grunted and shook his head.

"Must have been a bad dream." Frank huffed as he stood up. He made his way to the bathroom of his small apartment.
Frank ran his hand through his hair as he slowly walked to the bathroom and felt 2 tall, soft masses on his head. They felt sensitive and slightly sore, Frank was confused. He picked up the pace and quickly opened the door to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, 2 tall wolf-like ears on his head. Frank slapped himself to make sure this was real, he thought he was still dreaming. Frank heard someone walking towards the bathroom and began to panic, he looked into the doorway to see Gerard.

"Is this real...?" Franks wolf ears lowered, and a whine escaped his mouth.

"Um... I think so." Gerard looked at Frank and swallowed nervously. "You passed out after having a weird wolf-transformation thing. Um. You were like... fully a werewolf. I didn't even think werewolves were actually real." Frank looked at Gerard with his mouth open, before Frank could get a word in Gerard started again. "You were like a fully hairy scary ass beast, I thought I was going to fucking die! But after a minute you were... normal... kind of... you fell over and now you just have a weird tail and ears. But they're kind of cute I can't lie" Gerard giggled. Frank growled and put his hands over the wolf ears, he looked behind himself and saw a tail sticking out of the top of his pants which made them sag in the back.

"It's not cute! Its fucking weird! Why is this happening?" Frank gripped the sink and looked in the mirror. "Werewolves aren't real. This isn't real." Gerard frowned, he didn't know what to do and neither did Frank. "What time is it?"

"Um..." Gerard takes out his phone and checks the time, "10:32 am"

"FUCK!" Frank slams the counter. "I have to go into work looking like this?" Frank puts his head in his hands. Gerard places a hand on Franks back and they sit there quietly for a few moments before Gerard breaks the silence.

"Maybe take a few days off... I don't want something to happen to you because you go in public like that." Frank looks in the mirror and frowns, he knows Gerard is right but doesn't want to admit it. Frank grunts and pushes Gerard out of the way and goes to sit on the couch, Gerard sighs and walks into Franks kitchen to make him tea. Franks tail wagged as Gerard handed him the hot mug and sat next to him,

"Careful. It's hot." Gerard warned Frank. Frank stuck his tongue out and set the mug down on the coffee table. "

Gerard?"

"Yeah?" Gerard looked at Frank and raised a brow.

"Why aren't you scared of me? I know it's not every day your friend turns into a weird wolf freak." Frank picks at his skin and avoids eye contact with Gerard. Gerard pauses, he bites his lip and looks at the wall.

"I'll just say I've been through something similar." Gerard looks at the floor. Frank turns to him and stares, his ears lower and he seems to look scared. "What if... what if something happens, Gee? What if I hurt you because I can't control myself?" Tears form in Franks eyes.

 "I won't be able to forgive myself if I hurt you, or any of our friends. I'm scared, for what might happen to you guys because of me." Gerard looks at Frank, surprised, he frowns and puts his hand on top of Franks.

"Don't talk like that Frank, you'll be alright. We're going to figure this out. I promise." Frank looks into Gerards eyes and starts to sob, he throws himself onto Gerard and squeezes him tight. Gerard hugs him back and lets him cry on his shoulder.

Mikey tapped his foot angrily; he pushed up his glasses as he dialed Gerards number into his phone again.

"Where the FUCK is Gerard and Frank?" Bob shouted from behind his drumkit. "They were supposed to be here an hour ago to help us pack up the damn car!" Ray frowned and shrugged. Mikey shoved his phone into his pocket and grunted.

"Ray, you guys are literally roommates, did Gerard come home yesterday?" Mikey and Bob looked at Ray expectantly.

"Um..." Ray rubbed the back of his neck, "No, he said he was going to be home after chasing down Frank, but he never came." Ray crossed his arms and sank into the couch. Mikey groaned and looked over at Bob.

"Can you guys start loading our shit into the van? I'm going to walk over to Franks place. Maybe they're over there."

"But it's cold!" Ray interjected.

"It's not terribly cold." Bob pointed out. "And Mikey has his own car. I'm assuming he's not walking all the way to Franks house." Mikey nodded,

"Yeah, that's like a 30-minute walk I'm not doing all that." Mikey said as he put on his jacket. "I'll be back in 15 minutes or so, you guys better be ready to leave by the time I'm back." Mikey stared down Ray and Bob as he opened the door, they shooed Mikey off, and he rolled his eyes then slammed the door.

Franks ears perked to a sudden knocking at the front door, he looked at Gerard who was asleep on Franks lap. Frank shook him awake eagerly.

"Huh...?" Gerard lifted his head in a daze and looked at Frank. He saw his panicked expression and started to worry. "What's happening?"

"Someone's at the door." Frank whispered.

"Shit!" Gerard got up quickly and brushed himself off, quickly fixed his jeans which were slightly falling because of how tight they were and opened the door to Mikey. Gerard was stunned for a moment and glanced back at Frank who sank down into the couch and flipped up the hood on his zip-up jacket.

"Hey Gerard..." Mikey fixed his glasses and pulled on his coat. "Why weren't you answering my calls? And why are you at Franks house? We are leaving for the tour in like... an hour." Mikey kicked at the snow on the doorsteps and Gerard silently panicked.

"Oh! Yeah um... Frank asked me to take him home and it was so late I wasn't able to see in the dark without Ray's car and didn't want to pester him with coming to get me. If you give us a few minutes we'll be ready to go, Franks asleep but ill wake him up."

Mikey raised an eyebrow, it felt unusual for Gerard to not tell anyone where he was. Or what he was doing.
 "...whatever, I'll give you guys a ride to my place where Bob and Ray are. I'm outside for when you guys are ready." Gerard nodded quickly and shut the door in Mikeys face then turned around and looked at Frank.

"How am I going to hide this from the others?" Frank started to panic, Gerard didn't know what to do.

"Do you have any oversized hoodies or something? One that will cover that tail, and the hood will hide your ears?" Frank shook his head. Gerard paused and started to take off his own hoodie and gave it to Frank.  "I'm a few sizes bigger than you; it should work." Frank blushed. He got to wear Gerards hoodie. Frank took it quickly and put it on, he felt his cheeks turn red as the smell of Gerard filled his nose and his tail wagged. Gerard raised a brow. "I didn't think it was that comfortable..." Franks eyes widened, embarrassed.

"Yeah um, it's nice!" he laughed nervously. 

"Well, you don't have any other clothes, do you?" Frank shook his head.

"The only thing I need to grab is my guitar." Frank got up and grabbed his guitar case from his room and was ready to leave.

"Right, for clothes I'll just give you my shit. Its whatever, I'm pretty sure Ray packed all my stuff for me. Let's go." Gerard took Franks hand and lead him outside to Mikeys car and they both got into the back seat without a word. Mikey started the car and took them to his house to get loaded into the van. Once they arrived at Mikeys house Bob and Ray were outside loading the van with many bags. They waved to Frank and Gerard as they stepped out of Mikeys car.

"Frank! Gerard!" Ray shouted and ran over to them. "I was so worried about you guys, I'm glad you're both okay."

Yeah, sorry about that." Said Gerard, he looked at Frank who didn't look at Ray. His gaze was planted on his feet. Gerard frowned and squeezed Franks wrist; he smiled a bit but didn't look up. Ray led Frank and Gerard to the back seat, then Mikey and Bob sat in the middle seats and Ray was in the front seat driving. Frank pulled on the strings of his hoodie and pulled his knees up to his chest. Gerard put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, Frank leaned into Gerard and smiled.
"You'll be alright." Gerard whispered into Franks ear as the car started and they started to drive to San Francisco.