Struggling with more Ways than one

~Frank's POV~
My phone vibrates and arouses me from my much needed slumber. I reach over for it on my nightstand groggily and greet the caller.
"DUDE WE'RE GOING ON TOUR!!!!!!!" No one other than Gerard screams into my ear causing me to drop the phone in both excitement and startled-ness. I rush into my moms room, and then realize she isn't there. I frown and bite my lip to hold back the tears I've been needing to shed for ages now. My phone vibrates again and its a text from bob.
"PARTY AT MY HOUSE! WE GOT BEER!"
I laugh and assemble myself into my favorite outfit,complete with a bulletproof vest, making sure I grab my MCR arm band as I head out the door.
About 30 minutes later I walk into bobs house and the place already reeks of Booze, sadly enough its not a smell I'M unfamiliar with.
"Heeeeeeeyyyyy." bob slurs as he meanders over to me, almost tripping over his own feet as he tries to walk. "How ya doin, Frankie?."
"Good, good." I say shrugging him off of me and looking around to see if I'm the only sober one. Apparently so, or at least the only one in range anyways...
"Help yourself... to anyt-anything in the kitchen." he hiccups and falls over onto the couch. I turn around to see ray, ecstatic that he is also sober and can hep me through tonight because i feel like things are going to go wrong.
"Hi ray." i greet him
"Hey bud, Mikey needs you..." ray begins.
"Why?" i ask curiously.
"It's about Gerard."

Notes

sorry for such a short chapter and a ciffhanger i will probably edit it to make it longer when i have more time or ideas
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