Frikey Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Na Na Na
~~~Gerard's POV~~~
I watched Mikey as he lay in the hospital bed; his heart monitor beeping and our occasional sniffles were the only things to be heard. Ray was clutching Mikey's left hand, I had hold of his left. Frank was by the window, staring out into the distance. I gave Mikey's hand a squeeze and nearly snorted my coffee back out when I felt him squeeze back. My head shot around to look at his face; his eyes were slowly opening.
"W-What happened?"
I dropped my coffee and threw my arms around him, sobbing into his necks.
"Gee, you're hurting me!"
I pulled back.
"Mikey you scared the shit out of us."
"What even happened?"
"You ran off... You went into an alleyway and got stabbed. T-They found you but they weren't sure if you were gonna make it. Momma's on her way up."
He nodded and rubbed his chest, wincing in pain and dragging air in through his teeth. Frank moved forward.
"G-Guys, could I talk to Mikes for a minute?"
I tilted my head at Frank when he used Pete's old nickname for Mikey but nodded at Ray, leaving with the guitarist.
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~~~Frank's POV~~~
I sat in Gerard's place, avoiding his spilt coffee and gently took Mikey's hand.
"I'm so sorry."
My voice was barely a whisper. He simply shook his head before looking away from me. I found myself tearing up.
"Mikey I didn't mean what I said in the way it came across."
"THEN HOW DID YOU MEAN IT?"
I flinched back and dropped his hand.
"I-I..."
He glared at me before turning away again.
"I want Gerard."
I hung my head before going to get him.
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~~~Gerard's POV~~~
I looked up at Frank as he walked over to me, sobbing his eyes out.
"Frank..?"
"He wants y-you Gee."
I nodded and headed inside to find Mikey bawling into his hands.
"Hey lil bro don't cry."
I slipped my arms around him gently.
"F-Frank hates me.. and I fell for him.. Back in The Black Parade days.. Gee what do I do?"
I sighed and rubbed my little brother's back as he sobbed into my shoulder.
"I don't know Mikey.. I wish I did.."
I held Mikey until he sobbed himself to sleep in my arms.
I watched Mikey as he lay in the hospital bed; his heart monitor beeping and our occasional sniffles were the only things to be heard. Ray was clutching Mikey's left hand, I had hold of his left. Frank was by the window, staring out into the distance. I gave Mikey's hand a squeeze and nearly snorted my coffee back out when I felt him squeeze back. My head shot around to look at his face; his eyes were slowly opening.
"W-What happened?"
I dropped my coffee and threw my arms around him, sobbing into his necks.
"Gee, you're hurting me!"
I pulled back.
"Mikey you scared the shit out of us."
"What even happened?"
"You ran off... You went into an alleyway and got stabbed. T-They found you but they weren't sure if you were gonna make it. Momma's on her way up."
He nodded and rubbed his chest, wincing in pain and dragging air in through his teeth. Frank moved forward.
"G-Guys, could I talk to Mikes for a minute?"
I tilted my head at Frank when he used Pete's old nickname for Mikey but nodded at Ray, leaving with the guitarist.
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~~~Frank's POV~~~
I sat in Gerard's place, avoiding his spilt coffee and gently took Mikey's hand.
"I'm so sorry."
My voice was barely a whisper. He simply shook his head before looking away from me. I found myself tearing up.
"Mikey I didn't mean what I said in the way it came across."
"THEN HOW DID YOU MEAN IT?"
I flinched back and dropped his hand.
"I-I..."
He glared at me before turning away again.
"I want Gerard."
I hung my head before going to get him.
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~~~Gerard's POV~~~
I looked up at Frank as he walked over to me, sobbing his eyes out.
"Frank..?"
"He wants y-you Gee."
I nodded and headed inside to find Mikey bawling into his hands.
"Hey lil bro don't cry."
I slipped my arms around him gently.
"F-Frank hates me.. and I fell for him.. Back in The Black Parade days.. Gee what do I do?"
I sighed and rubbed my little brother's back as he sobbed into my shoulder.
"I don't know Mikey.. I wish I did.."
I held Mikey until he sobbed himself to sleep in my arms.
Come on Frankkkkkkk
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