The Spares - frerard oneshot

As soon as we got inside if the cramped and sweaty bar, Tyler and Paul started picking up girls. I couldn't do that. First of all, most of the girl were taller than me, and that's apparently "not attractive" according to Tyler and Paul. Second, I wouldn't know what to say, I'd be too nervous. And last but definitely not least, I'm gay.
Tyler and Paul didn't know that though, if they knew that they'd dump me as soon as they could and I'd be completely without friends. I'd rather have two lousy friends that none at all.

As I watched Tyler and Paul dancing with two beautiful girls, I ordered a beer and drunk it all up within seconds. I hated to do this, but they always wanted me to come, and I never said no.
I was the guy who always kept sober enough to get everyone home and I also looked after their things as they were out on the dance floor. Every weekend since I don't know when.
I couldn't do anything but feel depressed about my situation, it felt like I was going to be like this forever. The invisible, unnecessary part of the group.

I was getting annoyed, they'd been dancing for over an hour now, and I just couldn't see them anymore. I was sick if just sitting at the bar and drink beer like nuts. I didn't like to be drunk but it made these hours easier to live past.
I saw an empty spot closer to the dance floor and decided to go there to see if I could see Tyler or Paul, telling them that I wanted to go home. Not that I think that they would care. I couldn't just dump their things here, they'd get stolen.
I was in a complete war with myself about the whole situation when I got disturbed by someone trying to talk to…me?

"I know how you feel." The man said and smiled to me, he had black hair to his shoulders, and it needed to be washed, with hazel eyes. It was kinda weird. I ended up now answering, but I think I stared weirdly at him 'cause he made a gesture to his hands later. In them there were four cellphones. I had three in mine. I burst out laughing as soon as I saw it. I'd found another me.

"It kinda sucks, doesn't it?" I said to him, and he nodded.

"Do you want a smoke?" He asked me as he started to dig through his pockets for the cigarette package.

"Sure." I accepted the cigarette and he handed me a lighter.

"They're actually my friends' cigarettes, but I don't give a shit. I think I deserve a smoke, right?" He smiled.

"You sure do. And I kinda deserve it too. I just want to dump 'em here."

"Agreed." Me and the guy just stood there for a couple of minutes, trying to see our friends. We gave up after a few minutes though. It was impossible to see anyone's face. They were all jumping up and down.
As we got tired of looking around, we sat down at the bar together and just talked. I found out that we could be clones. At least in the friend department.

"What's your name?" He asked me after a couple of minutes.

"Frank. What's yours?"

"Gerard. Nice to meet you. You saved my night."

"Nice to meet you too Gerard. And I agree, thanks for saving the night." He smiled a gentle smile to me. And then I could see in his eyes that he'd gotten an idea.

"Let's just dump 'em." He said, sounding all excited.

"But their things..?"

"We'll just leave 'em in the wardrobe, so that they can ask for 'em later."

"Genius. I don't know why I've never thought of that before."

"Just thought of it myself. But I am smart." He laughed and took my hand and dragged me towards the wardrobe.
We left the things and then we got out of the club as soon as we could. It felt so awesome.
We got to another, much calmer club and got a table. We stayed there the whole night talking, about everything and nothing.
I got home at 5 am, with Gerard's phone number written down on a napkin. He'd left me with that and a  goodnight kiss.

I woke up at 3 pm the next day, by Tyler calling me and being so mad I almost laughed.

"Where were you last night?! We looked everywhere!" He screamed to me through the phone.

"I met someone and we got out of there to talk." I told him calmly.

"We looked around for you for ages! We had to go to the wardrobe and get our stuff man! And you just dumped us for some random girl?!"

"Oh like you didn't do that to me for the latest year every weekend! And it wasn't a girl you idiot, I'm gay! You should've realized that by now!"

"Oh go to hell man!"

"No you go there. And take Paul with you." I said and laughed. I hung up the second later and I've never felt better. I didn't care about them anymore. I was going to call Gerard.