Gerard:

3:15pm. Just about time for band practice…

I pulled into some ripped up black converse and headed for the door. I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my black hair, messing it up, then patting it down into place. I looked like I had just rolled out of bed. It was more or less true.

I shoved my journal filled with lyrics and poems into my bag and threw it over my shoulder carelessly, locking the door on my way out. The studio was just a 15 minute walk from my apartment. It was cold and windy outside. The leaves had almost entirely fallen from the trees. A few orange and brown spines clung desperately to the black branches. The world was a dark grey. I liked days like this the best. I took a deep breath of cold autumn air.

By the time I reached the studio my cheeks were clammy from the cold. I walked up the steps and into the practice space. I was always the last person to get there, it seemed. Sometimes they would tell me practice was an hour earlier than it actually was, just so I would get there on time.

“Look who decided to join us!” Ray teased, sliding his guitar strap over his shoulder.
“Sorry I’m late…” I mumbled.
I turned my gaze to Frank. He looked so good today. His messy hair was partially hidden by a black hood. Tight black denim clung to his legs. He flashed a crooked smile at me. I shrugged off the thought of his lips on mine.
“Shall we?” Mikey urged, pulling his bass out of its case.
I walked over and turned on a mic that was already set up in the middle of the room. Bob pulled his drum sticks out of his backpack. Ray made sure his guitar was in tune. We were all ready to start.
Ray lead us, he was always the leader in our practice sessions. He knew the most about music out of anyone in all of New Jersey.
“Congratulations by the way, Iero. So brave of you to get married! I wouldn’t fuckin dare.” Ray joked.
“Heyyyy how come you didn’t tell me!?!!??! Congratulations!” Bob roared, getting up to give Frank a congratulatory hug.

My brain fucking froze. I held my breath. My heart stopped. The room suddenly felt very small.

What the fuck?
Frank? “Married?”

This was a joke. It had to be. Mikey shot me a nervous glance as if to say “Not here, dude. Not now.”
I laughed nervously along with everyone else’s congratulations.
“Anyways. Down to business. I wanted to go over the second verse in the transition to the bridge in Famous Last Words. We’re still having issues keeping time there.” Ray instructed. His voice echoed in my mind. I felt like someone had tucked me into a plastic bubble.

Fuck this.

I tried to snap out of my daze, but I just couldn't shake it. Practice dragged on. I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was Frank. I kept looking over at him and his shiny black guitar. He wouldn’t look at me. I couldn’t fucking believe this. It slowly started to sink in just how real this was. He was fucking married. After everything he just up and got married without even talking to me about it. I didn’t even know things had gotten so serious with that girl. What the fuck was her name, even? Jamie?

I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. One had managed to escape my lid and roll down my cheek. I caught it with my fingertip.

At the end of a few songs, Ray stopped us, “Hey how about we take a break? ...Gerard, dude, what’s up with you today? You need some air or something?”
“Something like that.” I mumbled. I was taken aback by the heavy notes of sadness in my own voice.
“Hey…. Frank, I think I left my sweatshirt in your car... Mind if we go take a look?” I muttered.
“Like, now?” he asked like he didn’t know what the fuck this was about.
I had already grabbed his arm and was dragging him towards the door. He set his guitar down by the door. I pulled him into the hallway, slamming him into wall once the door closed behind us…

Frank:

Gerard grabbed my arm and dragged me from the room, my eyes landing on Mikey as I
silently pleaded for help. All I got was a shrug of the shoulders and a sigh as Gerard closed
the door behind us.

"When the fuck were you planning on telling me?" He hissed through gritted
teeth.
"What do you mean?" I asked as he tightened his grip on my arm. "Ow, Gerard, you're
hurting me."
"I'm hurting you? You're the one that got married, you're the one that moved on from all
those kisses and muttered I love you's. You're the one that fucking passed off everything we had!"
"Gerard, you know that wouldn't have gone anywhere." I muttered, trying to suppress the
sobs fighting to escape.
"You didn't tell me you got married though, that would have made this ten times easier to
handle. You could have fucking told me Frankie." Sadness filled his eyes as he spoke,
passion evident on his face.
"You know what Gerard? It doesn't matter that I'm married, you wanna know why? Because
I've finally found happiness, a way to get over you." I shouted, doing my best to prevent
everyone else hearing. "So yeah I didn't tell you, but it was because I love you that I didn't. I
couldn't see you getting hurt..." I watched as a shocked look spread across his face, anger
soon replacing it as my words hit home.

"You love me, yet you still go and get married?" He hissed, his voice filled with venom. "That
shows it right? It shows how much you love me."
"Even if you did care, we can't be together anyway, Brian won't allow it because it'll make
the band look bad. I'm just trying to protect everything you've worked so hard for because I
don't wanna watch your whole world come crashing down around you Gerard. Can't you see
that?" I whimpered, my heart shattering at the pained look on his face.

"No, I fucking can't. I actually can't believe you would do something like this to me!" He
shouted, his grip on my arm getting tighter again.
"You can't just pin this on me Gerard, you're fucking engaged so don't make me look like
the bad guy!" I shouted as I ripped my arm free from his grip. "I can't fucking do this Gerard."

I opened the door and stepped back into the studio as Gerard looked at me, the only visible
emotion being disbelief. My eyes drifted over everyone else as I stuck pansy in it's case and
shut it, slipping my arms into my coat before turning on my heels.

"Where you going Frank?" Mikey asked as he came to stand next to me.
"Ask Gerard." I muttered as I stepped towards the door.

I shot a glare at Gee before walking off, hovering slightly at the entrance when he spoke to everyone else, telling them he had an announcement to make.

His next words shocked me into silence, my heart pounding as I left the building, heading down to the garage to get into my car. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I tugged it out. My heart pounded as I hoped it would be Gerard, but instead it sank when I saw Mikey's number flash across the screen.

Mikey: Dude, Gerard just said that he doesn't want to be in the band anymore....
Me: What am I supposed to do?
Mikey: I dunno mate, I'm sorry though, I know how much it meant to you.
Me: I guess I'll get over it, like everything else in my life.
Mikey: You know I'm here if you wanna talk....
Me: Thanks Mikes, means a lot to know that.

I turned my phone off before starting the engine and heading home even though, deep down, all I wanted to do was curl up in Gerard's arms and stay there.

Notes

Heya Killjoys :3

We decided to write a collab together because we both have amazing ideas and wanted to make it even more epic to write... :3

At the minute, we have no idea how often we will be updating because we are doing thorough editing before we post, also we both lead very busy lives.

The way this is gonna work is I (sing it for me) am gonna write the Frank POV's and saaadgirl is gonna write Gerard's.

We hope you enjoy it and will hold on for the next chapter :3


Love ya Killjoys<3