(Franks POV) "Mum,let me go back for him,he just fainted!" I was worried and upset, my mum had dragged me away quickly,but not quick enough for me to miss gerard fainting. He needs to eat. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Keep walking,faggot" an angry and harsh voice hissed into my ear. When I turned around I came face to face with richard. He looked furious,and I didn't want to argue with him when he was like that. He stunk of alcohol,and it was clear he wasn't sober. Then again,I thought to myself, I've never actually seen him sober. I sniffed and continued to walk on. All I could think about was MY gee,fainting. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• -time lapse- ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 1 month later. It was night,and just like every other night, I couldn't sleep. I looked around my room. I looked up at my posters. I tried to make up scenarios inside my head of me and Gerard living together happily...but it didn't work. It just made me depressed. I didn't know where he was. If he was safe. Anything. I was still in touch with his brother,however. We are still best friends,but its different now. Tap. Tap. Tap. Something was tapping my window. I crawled out of the warmth of my bed and towards the window. I couldn't believe what I saw. Not him. No. No.

Notes

Yay another chapter :D I read through the story again and I realized how rushed it is,I'm such a bad writer!;) enjoyyyy!xofrnk