"Stack them up there please Michael." Mrs Wilkinson ordered politely, "With all the horror books."
Mikey obeyed and lifted the big heavy bundle, he got it halfway up and a book fell of the pile and straight onto the floor, he put the rest of the books away before picked the book that had fell, "Tales of a chemical romance." The words jumped out at him "Chemical Romance" "My Chemical Romance" it sounded perfect. "Gee" he got out his phone "I think we've found our band name!" he left the message on his answer phone, because in the first place the phone hadn't been picked up.

Gerard was in his room again, staring at the wall, it wasn't a particularly interesting wall, and as Gerard began to get up, sadness drenched over him as soon as he stood, he push through it and went to the fridge, grabbed an icy cool beer and drunk, then repeated the process a few times, he liked the coolness of the drink down his throat, the way it slicked down to his stomach and cleared his brain, well it felt like clearing to him anyway.


"Gee?" Called out a voice, "Fff..f..frank?" He replied.
"oh my god gerard, are you okay?!" He rushed round the house until he found his friend laying halfway down the middle of the room. "What happened" then he noticed the beer bottles "oh" he realised. "Let me get you some coffee Gerard." Frank headed out into his kitchen and looked around, all the work tops were covered in drawing after drawing of cartoons and comics scattered all over the walls, frank picked one up and smiled, it looked exactly like him....
he wondered if it was coincidence or really him, he put it down quickly, he didn't like to pry if it was personal.
He stirred the coffee with a spoon that was far too big for the job, before bringing it into drunken Gerard's room "Hey Gee" and he snuffled and rubbed his eyes in response."Heeeey Frankieee" Gerard said with affectionate eyes and a bemused smile, at first Frank was happy he looked pleased to see him, but then he remembered he was drunk and that it probably meant nothing. Frank hauled him up onto the bed and Gerard patted the space beside him, indicating he wanted him to sit. "So, what are you doing? Why are you so drunk?" He asked "I don't know Frankieee" he drew out his name in a slurred manner "I just.. My thoughts... Confusing... I don't understand myself anymore, you know?" "I know" Frank related
"and what I've seen.. I just, I can't do this anymore." Frank had nothing to speak aloud, but he did have something to say. He leaned in to the space between them, closing the gap.
Gerard kissed him back.