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White Skies & Silver Linings

"I just came by to bring back your sweater."

I woke up. My hair was still good since I redyed it last night I went to the car to check my messages.
"108 new voicemails". My phone collected dust underneath the passenger seat for the past 10 years. Luckily, I haven't turned iton since I left so the batterys still full. All of my texts stopped coming in 4 years ago and my voicemail has 108 messages I felt like listening to because I was bored.
Most were from my Mom, Dad, Brother, and police... the voicemails stopped coming in 3 years ago. But the last one shocked me to the punch.
"Hey Gerard, it's Frank. Umm... I just called to say that...I love you, and I don't want you to do anything stupid, okay? I'm going to be gone for a while, but I promise I'll see you again. I know you can become something of yourself, you have talent. And...I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don't worry about me, I'm safe, I promise. Thanks for keeping me safe from the monsters Gee, they won't come after me, I promise. Just... I... love you forever. I can't wait to see you again my darling." I dropped it and ran into the house. He hasn't sent memessagea after that!!! That he hasn't even cared enough to call me again! I had the phone in my hand and I tried to call him. I FORGOT his last name!!! I remember he used to be my best friend. It's all coming back to me. I didn't want to kill him; ... or something.
I used to love him. And I think HE used to love me to. What the hell am I doing here? At a cabin with no elecricity, a cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere. I have a man to marry. I haven't made contact with anyone in 10 fucking years, and...I'm coming home."
I packed my clothes into the car and my study books I got from a town 30 miles away.
I had everything I needed and left the canned foods in my house because if things don't work out, I'm coming back. I'll just lie and say I went to Vegas. I had my blue shirt on with 2 yellow stripes on it, and black skinnies that still fit. I lost a ton of weight in the forest. All I had was canned food that I lived on, so my high school clothes still fit.
#TimeLapse
I went on the doorstep of my house and opened the door with my keys.
The house smelt the same, the furniture was soved around and some pictures were down, and some of children I've never seen before. There was no sound. I quietly went up the stairs and seen Mom fixing her hair and Dad watching the television. The door was barely open. I slowly opened it and she looked at me with a suprised look, like she didn't know who I was.
"Hey Mom." She gasped and ran for me. She NEVER runs. Dad sat up and began running towards me too. They both hugged me at the same time, both crying. I was happy to see them too, but they haven't even-
"Gerard. Gerard. We've missed you. Where the hell have you been?" She sounded happy, and she stopped to take a good look at me.
"I was... gone to Vegas. I couldn't find a way home, so I stayed to get a job. I finally had enough money to come home."I said.
"Oh GERARD. We need to call Mikey." Dad went to the phone.
"Let's suprise him." Mom said. She hugged me, and still crying little tears of joy. So was I, a little.
"Don't ever leave us agin." She said. "I'll go warm you up some coffee and dinner. We're inviting the family tonight" She let go and went down to the stairs to the kitchen and I went downstairs and straight to Mikey's old room. There was nothing there. His entire room was empty. It was clean...for once. I smiled to myself at all the old memories we shared.
"Mikey." I closed the door behind me. I checked out all the other rooms in the house, and they all looked different and rearranged. I finally wen in the basement last. I turned the light on at the bottom and it still looked exactly the same as how I left it. My comic book pile, my drawings. My bed. Still messed up as how I left it. And I found a lighter on my bed. I don't remembersmoking as a teen. I put it in my pocket and looked through my closet. A Misfits sweater dropped and I picked it up. There was a wallet inside it. I opened it and found a $20 bill, and a whole bunch of 1's. There was club cards, member cards and everything all registered to a kid named Frnak Iero. IERO! THAT'S HIS LAST NAME!!! I found his school I.D. with his street address on it, so I smiled. I think I remember where he lives. I got up and out of the basement and told my mom where I was headed. I found some eyeliner in my car and I put some red eyeliner on before I headed off a few blocks away. It was the grey house. I pulled in front and quickly pulled out. I knocked three times before his parents came out.
"Hi. Is Frank home?" I asked. She looked at me strangely."Not since he got his own place.Why?"
"It's my... Gerard." I said. Her face lit up and she gave me a hug.
"I'll give you his address." She got a paper and wrote it down.
"/So glad you're home now." She closed the door in my face and I walked out of their drive way and hit the road. To... ahis house. I'm exited.
I think I have the right place.
4th Avenue." I said to myself. I walked up the driveway to a nice small house with a nice red Trans Am parked in the front. I knocked on the door and put my sunglasses on before the door opened.
"Can I help you?" The man asked. He was a short guy, black shirt with yellow sleeves and skinny jeans.
"Is Frank Iero home?" I asked shyly.
"Heh... I'm Frank Iero. Did you want to come in?" He asked. I nodded and looked around. It was clean and smelt like cigarettes.
"I think You left your lighter at my house." I handed it to him. I'm so glad he doesn't know it's me yet.
"Umm... Do I know you?" He asked, sitting on the comforter chair in front of me. I took off my sunglasses and smiled.
"I'm Gerard Way." I said shyly. His face went blank. We had an awkward silence. He rubbed his fingers through his shoulder length hair. It looked good like that, and I cleared my throat.
"I just came by to bring back your sweater." I handed it to him and went for the door, but just as I was about to, I felt a hand grab my arm and turn me around with a lot of force. He pushed me against the door and held my arms down with one hand, and the other had a gun up to my chin.

Notes

Hey Tomorrow Fuck You and Your Friend Yesterday

Comments

This was cute! And ur little end notes LMAO!
ms.MCR ms.MCR
10/19/13