I stuck my head out the window, breathing in the nice clean air. As we drove down the country road, Frank and I's song came on. I smiled and saw a smidge of the corner of Franks house. I smiled bigger and eagerly told Mikey to drive faster.

Mikey laughe dwhole hearedly, and told me to calm my tits and that it was just up the road. As soon as I saw the driveway, my smile faded.

"He's not home..." I said feeling like a sad little kid on Christmas, realizing he wasn't getting what he'd hoped for. Mikey patted me shoulder.

"He's probably at work, Gee. Calm down, I have a key, I'll call him when we walk in.." Mikey said, slowely pulling into Frank's driveway.

I nodded, and unbuckled my seatbelt. Mikey and I got out, and walked to the front door. Mikey pulled a note off the door. He opened it and read the note out loud.

" Dear MIkey,

Yes, I knew you were coming over. Alicia called earlier this morning and said you were coming over. The house key you have wont work, I changed the locks a few days ago. Theres a key under the mat, that works for the front and back door. Keep it. Me and Jamie broke up.... yesterday... so the house isn't clean. I'm at the "mall" should be home around 5ish...
Frank."

"Damn it Frank, I told you not to go to the "mall" anymore...le sigh oh well..." Mikey said rolling his eyes as he opened the door, after bending down to pick up the ket under the door mat. It said "Fuck Off." on it. I laughed lightly and walked inside after my brother.

"Okay, first of all, who the fuck is Jamie and whats the "mall"?" I asked noticing a bong on the coffee table and a tiny bag of what looked like weed.

"Nevermind... but who the fuck is Jamie.." I shook my head and sat down on the old green couch. The same couch, me and Frank had almost fucked on once. I smiled.

"Okay, okay, Calm your tits..... Jamie is well now, Frank's ex girlfriend. They dated in High School before she got all religiousy...Then they got back together, 2 years ago..." Mikey said while putting up Frank's drugs and whatnot.

"So I'm guessing the "mall" is like a Smoke shop?" I asked feeling innocent. HA!
Mikey nodded and shook his head. "He promised me, that he wouldn't go back, after we quit 2 years ago... but I guess promises don't mean to much to him..."

I bit my lip and sighed.

"Oh Frankie, what has become of you...." I wispered to myself, before checking out the rest of the house.

Mikey and Gerard waited around till 5ish before Gerard saw, Frank's car pull up in the driveway from Frank's bedroom window. I bit my lip and ran downstairs jumping off the last few steps. I quickly walked into the kitchen and waited.

My heart started to pound as the anticipation grew. God, how much I wanted to throw myself at Frank, but I couldn't, not just yet. I heard Mikey nervously flipping through channels till he found a movie that was almost over. He smiled and calmed down a bit as Frank walked through the door.

"Hey Mikes..." Frank said smiling, his eyes squinting slightly. He was high off his ass, but could still think clearly. He walked up the stairs and into his bedroom where he changed into black basketball shorts, and a Misfits shirt. He plopped down on the couch beside Mikey and yawned.

"So, Frank...Theres a friend I want you to meet...He's in the kitchen..I really think He outta come out..." Mikey said raising his voice louder at the end. I took a step into the kitchen door way, biting my lip.

Frank looked up and blinked. His eyes widened as the persons figure changed, the hair became londer the facial features changed, the clothes stayed the same. Frnak went from seeing a stranger to seeing a much taller Gerard. He rubbed his eyes.

"This must be hillucination.... I must be really fucked up right now cause theres no way in the Hell that.... that He's......no........" Frank fell to his knees starting to cry. I lunged forward wrapping my arms around the small man, so that his knees hit my legs and not the wood flooring. He stared up at me with red blurry eyes. I smiled gently.

"The angels.... God, likes me....and it wasn't my time, truely I was dead for like five minutes but down on earth it was-"

"Down here it was 5 years...but why didn't-"

"They couldn't put me in a body that had been rotting in the ground for 5 years could they?"

"No, I guess not....but how come you look...look like you?" Frank asked.

"What? Wait you see me, but Mikey see's this guy?" I asked standing up, setting Frank down on his feet. I steped away from him and looked in the hallway mirror. I saw this guy, but if Frank saw me then....Holy Hell, thats kick ass!!

Frank's hand fell upon my arm, as he stared up at me with those beautiful green eyes of his. I looked down at him and our eyes locked.

"Frankie, I-" My words were cut off by Frank's lips raming against mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed back fiercly, shutting my eyes. I pulled him closer and sloutched a bit so he was closer to me. Yes, Closer was better... much better.

Frank pulled away slowly and bit his lip

"Well on that note I should get going..." Mikey said standing from his spot on the coutch.

I pulled away from Frank and went to hug Mikey, hugging him tightly. "Thanks, brother..." I said smiling. Mikey nodded and breathed out.

"I'm gonna set the record straight.."

"Good."

Frank and I, after Mikey left curled up on the couch and snuggled. We sat there in the silence with only the sound of the fan and our own breathing to churn the silence. I then got an idea.
"Mr. Krabs, I have an idea!!" I belted out before quickly standing and trotting into the kitchen. I poured water into the coffee maker, then searched his pantry for Fruit Punch Koolaid. I found some, sence it was his favorite drink when he was drunk off his ass. I smiled and poured 6 scoops of it into the filter then cleaned the coffee pot out.

I turned on the coffee maker then quickly trotted back into the living room to see, no Frankie. I frowned and heard him talking on his phone upstairs. I sighed and waited till he came down. He quickly trotted down the stairs in converse, his basketball shorts, his misfits shirt, but was pulling on a hoodie, still talking on the phone.

"Okay, Okay.... I'll be right there, calm down... No one stole your trumpet.. Sally, listen give me 15 minutes.." Frank said before he slipped his phone in his pocket. He looked up at Gerard and bit his lip.

"Sorry, love...Sally thinks someone stole her trumpet... He house got pediconed-I mean robbed..." Frank said continuing to bit his lip. I sighed and waited till Frank left to slam the pitcher of Hot Kool-Aid on to the kitchen counter, that I had grabbed as Frank came down the stairs.

"I MADE THIS FOR YOU!" I yelled, as I poured the drink down the drain. I sighed and pre occupied myself by going upstairs and searching the interwebs. I started running my hand through my hair, so I decided to see if Walmart was still open, so I could get some black hair dye. It was, so I rushed down stairs and found Frank's bike. I shrugged and headed down to the Walmart we'd passed by on the way to Frank's house.

I was in and out in 15 minutes, and traveled back to Frank's house, but with a walmart bag. Once, I got back to Frank's I put the bike back and went up stairs and put the dye in, and waited the set time before washing out my hair. I smiled once I got out and couldn't wait till my hair was dry. In anticipation of waiting for Frank to get home, and my hair to dry I got back on Frank's laptop.

I fell asleep eventually cuddling with one of Frank's hoodies that I had found in his closet.
The next morning I woke up to the sun shining brightly on my face. I groaned and sat up. After going to the bathroom, I walked downstairs, hoping to see Frank, but I was out of luck. But I did find a note taped to the fridge.

"Hey Gee,

Sorry about last night, Sally was in deppression mode....I helped search till Midnight, didn't get to sleep till 1, I didn't want to wake you, so I slept down stairs on the couch. I got up early to go open the Band Hall. Oh, I still woke at Belleville, and their looking for a new art teacher...Mikey said he'd bring one of your newest Portfolios up to the school, so you can apply.... I'm sure you want your old job back....Anyways, I think you should come see Ray....Call me when ever you read this, and I'll come get you...

Love you Always, 847-621-9710.

xoxo Frankie"

I quickly walked upstiars and grabbed my phone and called Frank. He didn't answer the first time, so I called again.

"Hey, Frankie.."

"Oh, um sorry, this isn't Frank. He's actually in class right now. But I can tell him you called, Name?"

"Just uh, tell him that his boyfriend called...Please, Ray.. I-I mean-"*click* I hung up and wanted
to throw my phone across the room. Damn It to Hell, I didn't want him to konw. I mean I didn but not over the phone.

I waited a good 45 minutes later and went to pick up the phone again just as it started vibrating.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Gee... I just left the school, I'll be home in about 45 ish minutes to come get you. I told Ray that I invited a good friend who words for a band from Trenton. Said I was going to get him, So you don't have to dress up considering.. we can swing by a Walmart and get you clothes..."

"Okay, I'll just get readfy..."

"Okay, Love you Gee."

"Love you too, Frankie.."

I hung up and spotted Frank's CD collection. I smiled and went through picking out Frank's bands CD and a CD that said "The Attic Demos".

"Oh my god, I can't believe he kept this......." I smiled and ran upstairs to put the CD's into his laptop.

First I listened to Pencey Prep, and sang along the few words I knew.

"Maybe on the sixth of never..." I smiled and sang along as best I could with 18 year old Frank.

After the Cd was over, I popped in The Attic Demos.

As I fell asleep I listened to me sing about 9-11.

"We'll fly home....you and I....."