"God damn it" Frank muttered as the sun shone right on his face, whatever time it was it was still too early to get up.
He blinked a few times, yawned and stretched the muscles that were aching by the antics him and Gerard had pulled the evening before.
Though the candles were out the small lights were still on, their faint light were futile now that the sun was up and bright.
Next to him he felt something stir and he turned to his side to find Gerard sleeping on his stomach, his mouth slightly agape which caused his drool to stain on the pillow.
Frank chuckled softly and lay his head down, he didn't even mind his boyfriend's morning breath coming at him while he was watching him sleep and rubbing soft circles on his back.
He watched as Gerard scrunched his nose and groaned, pressing his face into the pillow.
"Good morning" Frank said and he scooted closer to drape himself over Gerard who was now laying with his face buried in the pillow and muttering muffled words.
"Y'know, I'd actually understand what you were saying if you turned your pretty head" he whispered as he nuzzled Gerard's neck.
Just like that Gerard let out a deep sigh before he turned around to lay on his back and wrapped his arms around Frank, pressing a kiss on the top of his head "good morning to you too sugar".

Apart from a few birds whisteling somewhere in the distance it was completely quiet, a nice contrast to the blaring noise the party had offered.
Frank looked up, Gerard's hair and the hickeys on his neck and chest definitely showed off what they'd been doing last night.
He wondered if he looked as ravaged but was pulled from his thoughts when Gerard said something "thank you for giving me one of the best nights of my life".
A smile curled up on his face and he propped himself up to give Gerard a kiss "it was great, you were amazing" Frank whispered.
This made Gerard blush "r-really, I wasn't sloppy or did I..I didn't hurt you right or-" Frank cut off his stuttering with yet another kiss "would you shut up, you rocked my fucking world Gerard Way, if my body didn't feel like it got stomped on by an elephant I'd be all up for round two".
"Make that two of us, holy shit we didn't even drink that much last night" Gerard muttered, shielding his eyes with his hand to block out the sunlight.
Frank groaned and let himself down on Gerard's chest again "what time is bus call?" he asked.
"10AM sharp, Brian said he'd flush our heads in the toilet if we didn't get back in time" Gerard shuddered before asking what time it was now.
Frank reached for his pants that were dumped next to the mattress and dug into the right front pocket to retrieve his phone "fuck, it's 9:30" he sighed before rolling off of Gerard.
After a minute of relishing the comfort of the mattress they both got up and started the search for their clothes.
When they were both fully dressed, though Frank missed one of his socks, they looked at the state of the roof; there were candle stumps sitting in wax pools and pillows everywhere, they looked at eachother and decided that neither of them were up to cleaning their mess.
Frank did have the decency to atleast pull the lights from the extension chord so there wouldn't be anymore electricity wasted.

Once they were inside again and walking through the halls of the house Gerard grabbed his phone to call Mikey.
His brother didn't pick up but they did hear his ringtone coming from a room they'd just passed, they turned around and pushed open the door from where the noise was coming.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, rise and fucking shine, it's a beautiful day" Frank yelled while he pounced on a now not so unconsious Mikey.
"Frank please" Mikey whined, twisting and turning in an attempt to get loose "go jump on Pete for fuck's sake".
When he heard his friend say that Frank stopped his jumping and flailing "I would but unless he's invisible I'm pretty sure he's not here".
He remained to sit on Mikey's thighs while the other looked around the room, and finally let his gaze fall on his arm.
Frank read the smudged message, Gerard had seen it too and had sat down beside Mikey.
"What happened dude?" Frank asked before he got off of Mikey and awkwardly stood next to the bed with his hands shoved in his pockets.
Both of the expected Mikey to break down or atleast seem a little effected by the pathetic excuse for goodbye written on his arm.
Instead Mikey got up and grabbed his pants to pull them on "nothing, there's nothing, hey Frank could you pass me my shirt?" he asked.
Gerard grabbed his glasses and put them on his brother's nose, looking into his sad eyes for a moment to search for tears "hey it's okay to be sad about it, break ups are never easy" he tried to ease.
Mikey smiled at him but didn't say a thing while he buttoned his shirt and eventually slid his feet into his sneakers.
"Come on we gotta get to the bus, Brian's gonna kill us if we're late" he said mechanically when he was fully clothed, he didn;t even wait for his brother and Frank's replies but instead walked out of the room, leaving the other two confused.

"Fuck I can't believe that piece of shit" Gerard bit angrily as him and Frank followed Mikey.
Frank grabbed Gerard's hand "I know, but let him sort it out for himself, he knows we're here if he needs us".
Gerard sighed and squeezed Frank's hand "yeah well I'm fucking done with Pete Wentz and his issues, Mikey is better off without him".
"Maybe, but he loves him, that's the fucked up part" Frank replied as he leapt over a guy that was passed out on the livingroom floor.
Suddenly Mikey, who'd made his way through the house on a quicker pace than them, came running up "guys you gotta see this".
When the three of them walked outside onto the front lawn they saw a sight Frank and Gerard hadn't expected to see in a million years.
"Oh man this is perfect" Frank said as he pulled out his phone, flipped it open and started taking pictures of Bob and Ray who were passed out in eachother's arms, Ray half on top of Bob with his head burried against his neck.
"I'm a fucking mastermind" Gerard smirked and took out his own phone to shoot some extra evidence while he told Mikey about his bet with Ray the night before.
Mikey's loud laughter caused Bob to stir, which in turn woke Ray who jumped up immediately when he noticed what, or rather who he was sleeping on.
"What the fuck" Bob yelled with his eyes wide and cheeks red, staring from an equally flushed Ray to Frank, Gerard and Mikey who were doubling with laughter.

Frank was the one to walk up to Bob and offer him a hand to get up "ah man, after the pretty peep show you two gave last night I wasn't expecting such a sweet encore bro".
"Wait you saw it?" Ray asked with a little panic in his voice.
Gerard smiled "just Frank and me, but after a minute we turned away because it turned a bit too raunchy for us."
"Oh god" Bob whined, hiding his face behind his hands.
Frank clapped his hands "though I'd love to continue our guys-who-like-to-kiss-guys meeting, we have exactly 5 minutes to walk a 15 minute walk, let's go fuckers".

-
After receiving a tirade from Brian for being late, they'd spent their day teasing Bob and Ray about their one night affair and with that distracting Mikey.
He hadn't bothered washing the lipstick off, the edges were smudged but now that he was wearing short sleeves the message was clear for the world to see.
They'd changed stage time with a different band so they were the closing act on the main stage while the sun was already setting.
He had decided to tune his own bass so he had something to do while the others were waiting for their instruments to be checkeed and if needed fixed and Gerard was doing some weird sounding vocal exercises.
Bob and Ray were standing on complete opposite sides of the backstage, each staring at a wall and Frank was finishing his make up and fixing his tie.
Five minutes later Cortez called for them that it was time and Mikey once again felt his stomach turn, he wondered if it would ever be less frightening.
It would wear off after a few minutes but in those first few moments he always felt like he was one the verge of throwing up or even passing out.
Gerard introduced them and then he forgot every troubling thought as they started playing the first song, it went by in a haze and as if he wasn't even really there his fingers were hitting each note perfectly.
The crowd was singing along to every song and right before the last one Gerard signed for his band member to pause after playing so he could say something.
It took a minute but after Gerard had held a finger infront of his lips as if to shuss them, the crowd was quiet.

"Thanks, you guys look really beautiful on this lovely summer evening, sweaty but fucking gorgeous"
The crowd screamed again.
"Today is the last day of tour and I want to thank each and everyone who came out to see us and all the people that worked their asses off to make this a kick-ass summer.
Now I'm gonna tell you guys something because you guys fucking rock and it's the end of summer.
A lot of things happened this summer, we made new friends, a mistake here and there and some of us have fallen in love.
Being in love is fucking amazing, loving someone who makes you happy is the best feeling in the entire fucking world."

Mikey felt a pang of jealousy stab through him, but it dissolved when he looked next to him and saw Frank with a smile so bright that it could replace their stage lights.
His brother looked at him.

"Sometimes though, sometimes shit doesn't work out and no matter how much two people love eachother it just has to end but that doesn't make what you have with that person any less real.
So for all of you in love, let's celebrate, for all of you with a broken heart let's leave it behind in summer, thank you guys for listening this will be the last song of the night, summer, and I want each and everyone of you fuckers to sing along as loud as you fucking can."

He knew that Gerard had meant those words for him, it was his brother's way of showing support, and they helped, atleast until he saw a face in the crowd.
Hid behind massive sunglasses and a trucker cap that probably belonged to his best friend, was Pete.
Mikey felt the colour drain from his face and suddenly all he wanted was to scrub the way too easy goodbye off is arm.
Pete had taken off his sunglasses and was now staring right at him but he couldn't even look back into the eyes of the guy he thought had loved him but couldn't even bring himself to stay in his arms until he woke up.
He turned away, paced up to Bob and let the noise drown out the rummage of both good and painful summer memories in his head.

Before he knew it the song was on it's end and they were being escorted off stage, his bass got pulled off of him and people were giving them the directions to their signing tent.
Countless pictures and autographs later they were finally walking back to the parking lot, it was done, summer was over and they were about to head back to Jersey for their week off.
Ray, Frank, Bob and Gerard all spread out over the lot to say goodbye to the friends they made, he wasn't in the mood for being social and friendly.
Instead he sat down against a lamppost that illuminated this far corner of the lot with pale greenish light, he made shapes with his hands that created big shadows on the ground.

"Can I sit" he looked up to stare into Pete's eyes, this time holding his gaze instead of avoiding it, he shrugged, at this point nothing really mattered.
"I'm sorry" Pete mumbled, he had his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms hugging thightly around them as he looked at Mikey.
Mikey shook his head and looked back at Pete "I don't even care anymore, do you know how I felt when I woke up and you weren't next to me, all I asked was one fucking night with you and today would be us saying goodbye, not just you" he snapped.
"I know and I'm sorry" Pete replied with tears in his eyes, Mikey had never talked to him like that, angry maybe but never with words that bled of pure disdain.

Mikey raked a hand through his hair "and could you fucking stop with the sorry every two seconds, the only person you're feeling sorry for is yourself, all this time you were looking out for yourself, protecting yourself, you knew from the fucking start that you were gonna ditch me after summer".
"N-no, maybe, I didn't want to but I kept having these thoughts and I tried Mikey, I really did, I love you so-so fucking much but I can't." Pete sobbed.
He looked at his former lover, this sight was enough to shatter his heart beyond repair, he wasn't really angry but just like Pete he was in agony, it was nobody's fault or maybe it was but it didn't matter.
He reached out one of his hands to cup Pete's cheek and he leaned in to kiss him, Pete grabbed his other hand and kissed back desperately.
"I love you too" Mikey whispered against Pete's lips, softly dragging his thumb through the tear streak that had run down the other's face.

He pulled back but kept his hand thightly clasped in Pete's, for a good minute they just looked at eachother with sad eyes.
"Gerard was right you know" Pete muttered "what we have is real, please remember that, that these few weeks meant everything to me."
Mikey did his best attempt to crack a smile "yeah, but to be honest I don't know if I want to remember".
Pete looked disappointed but nodded "I get that, fuck this sucks so bad" he laughed at his own misery and plucked at the fringes from the hole on the knee of Mikey's jeans.
Their silence was interrupted when suddenly Frank stood infront of them with his hands in his pocket and his teeth tugging at his lipring, Mikey knew that this was what he did when he was uncomfortable, which was understandable for the situation.
"We're leaving in 5 minutes, Brian and Gerard wanted to come and get you themselves but I figure you guys would get less shit if it was just me, so yeah take a couple of extra minutes and we'll just say that it took longer because I was fucking around or whatever, I'll be over there" Frank said signalling to the bench a good couple of feet away.

Both of them got up and watched Frank walk away, then they turned and clasped their arms around eachother.
Neither of them wanted to let go and both of them were sobbing, taking turns in muttering I love you's and I'm gonna miss you.
After a few minutes Pete loosened the embrace so they were still holding on but also able to look at eachother.
"Mikey fucking Way no one's ever gonna make me feel like you do" Pete said trying to steady his voice, staring up at Mikey who sniffled and smiled at him.
"I love you, and no one has ever hurt me this bad or made me feel as happy as you've done, I love you" he repeated the first part of his sentence because he wanted Pete to know that despite everything, the sadness and frustration, his love for the other was still the strongest.
Pete swallowed "so this is goodbye" he blinked a few times, making the tears slide down from the corners of his eyes.
Mikey let go and took a step back "yeah, Pete I need you to do one thing for me" he said while he crossed his arms.
"Anything" Pete replied "I need you to delete my number from your phone, and just leave me alone for a while, please if I know that you're still out there missing me I won't move on".
Tears were now streaming down both their faces and Pete could only nod in reply, it was Mikey who finally broke the tie and gave Pete one last kiss.
"Bye" he whispered before turning around and walking away, he could only hear a soft, choked "bye Mikey" behind him, but he didn't look back.
Frank was already up and when he finally reached his friend after using all his strength to walk away he was glad for the comforting arm around his waist, rubbing circles on his lower back.
"You're gonna be alright, I know it fucking hurts but you're gonna get through this" Frank said to him and he tried to make himself believe that as they walked further away from the pale lamppost light and Pete.

There was just enough light for him to see that the highest leaves on the trees were already turning orange and brown, tour was over, summer was over and they were over.

Notes

And this was the last chapter!