Mama, we're all gonna die.

"Gee, what time is it?" Frank rolls over, his voice is heavy with sleep.

"Uh, a little past five, why?"

"Just wondering." He rolls back over, I wrap my arm around him again.

"Does your mom know where you are?" I whisper in his ear as I hold him tight in my embrace.

"Yeah, but if she knew that you were like this she'd flip bananas."

"Good thing you're turning eighteen next month." I hold him tighter just thinking about it. "I still can't believe you graduated when you were seventeen."

"I was young for my grade, what can I say?" He smirks at me before holding my hands.

"I still don't know what I'm doing when you go off to college."

"I'll visit you whenever I can. I just hope being so far away from you won't be a problem."

"I'm still pissing my pants to the fact you got accepted to DUKE."

"Unlike you, I listened in class." He nibbles on my fingers.

"I didn't, but I'm still with you." I kiss his cheek.

"Ohmigod, dude you are soft."

"God, dude." I roll my eyes at him. "But I really think I should go upstairs and make sure no one steals anything. Mikey's most likely stoned as hell right now."

"Awhh, okay. I'll wait down here and if you're gone for longer than ten minutes I'm coming back upstairs." He rolls out of my embrace as I throw my legs off the side of my bed. My hands push off my bed as I stand to my feet.

Frank's eyes are glued to me as I walk to my dresser, pulling a new pair of boxers on. "I'll be right back, Frank."

"Okay." He responds before I slip out the door and hop back upstairs. Not even half way up I can feel the heavy bass vibrate through my house with music. As I open the door, my house is flooded with people. Most of them i can recognize.

I make my way to Mikey's room, which is upstairs. On the way, I pass couples carelessly make out and grind on each other. Only making me think of Frank.

When I get to the stairs, I find a face I could never forget. He smiles as he see's me. "Ohhh, Gerard. Long time no see, eh?"

"Dude, Sane. How's it been?" I slap his hand.

"Uh, not much. Got out a few months ago. Chris did too."

"That crazy little shit." I butt in as I remember those times. Only giving me a devious smile on my face.

"Yeah, he's still robbing record stores. He beat the shit out of these kids once."

"Ha, that's Chris for you." I chuckle.

"Oh, yeah. The reason why I'm here. He wants you to come meet with him down in Georgia."

"Wait what?" I cock my head as I try to process what's going on.

"Yeah, turns out some huge mansion was passed down to him cause his dad died. He lives in it now with a couple other cousins. It's fucking great."

"Wait, so he wants me to come down and live with him?" I try to think on what Justin means. He's always unpredictable.

"Yeah, just for a while. He wants to reunite our pack." he laughs.

"Oh. that fucker." I chuckle along with him.

"I'm heading down there on the first, you can just meet up with me there later."

"Oh, the first sounds good. I just need to find someone who can actually drive." Yeahh.. I never got my license. Even if I did, it would've already been taken away. One with a record.

"What about those Barker chicks? I heard they're fun to party with."

"Oh fuck, I forgot about them. I still didn't tell Mikey about them. They get dope ass shit though."

Justin laughs along with me. "That's the kind of party Chris wants." He winks at me.

"Ohhhh duddee." My heart pumps with excitement. All until I hear another familiar voice.

"Gerard, who's your friend?" Frank sneaks up behind me.

"Oh, this is Justin. One of my prison friends." I wink at him as I hold him in my arms. My chin rests on his shoulder.

"Hi, Justin. I'm Frank, Gerard's boyfriend." He looks up at me and smirks. Down boyy.

"Hey, dude. Um, Gerard. Are you bringing Frank along with us?"

"Wait, bring me where?" His head spins around as his eyes stare at mine.

"Yeah, a couple friends are meeting up in Georgia. Wanna come?" I lean my forehead on his.

"Why would I want to be surrounded by a bunch of punks in a hick ass state."

"Frank, you got it wrong. Hicks are in Utah." I rub my face against his.

"Fine whatever, I'll come. Just cause they have a ton of voodoo shit in that area." He turns his head away from mine, I look back up at Justin.

"Yeah, just text me whenever you leave and I'll give you the address." Justin hands me a paper with his number on it.

"Sounds good, see ya." I look back at him as he disapears somewhere in my house.

Notes

shorttt update. I'm so pissed off my speakers dont workk -.- this story only makes me think of my shoplifter friends. Ohhhh highschool.