Duel Personalities

Gerard was forced back to reality with a sharp nudge just below his right shoulder, which pushed his face into his desk, where it made contact with various bits and bobs littered across his work space, including several fine sketching pens and pencils. "Oi Gee, I brought Mikey home from practice" Frank called out to the black sprawl that lay infront of him, hunched over the work desk. "Urh, have you been down here all day Gee, I thought you might have down at least something else today, rather than obsess over that stupid idea, and daydream that you are off in coo-coo land with ray blasters and stuff" Frank sighed, and then went over to Gerard's bed, collapsing onto it, completely worn out from the practice. As Gerard stumbled out of his chair, careful not to make his desk anymore of a mess he glanced at his phone, which displayed the time, 18:47, a full 9 hours since Mikey and Fun Ghoul left for practice. "Um, oh right, I must have fallen asleep" Gerard muttered to himself quietly, still not quite sure why he was awake again, or quite why he was where he was, after all hadn't he just been driving down some old, dusty road, leading his friend onwards to their next adventure? Pulling up infront of the mirror which hung inside his wardrobe door, Gerard ruffled his hair slightly, then suddenly paused, shock evident on his face, he hair was pitch black, not firetruck red, and he was stood in slightly baggy, black jeans, eye shadow still clinging to his face, instead of his skinny blue jeans, and fresh, clean face. Stumbling backwards, stepping on bits and bobs that cluttered his fall, Gerard called out, his voice full of doubt and panic "Wh, wh, what has happened to me, my hair, my clothes". Collapsing to his knees in despair, the young man held his head in his hands, tears pouring from his now puffy, red eyes. Instantly picking up something was wrong, despite having been tuned out, in his own little day dream, Frank lept up from the bed, and grabbed Gerard by the shoulder, softly saying "Gee, calm down, please, whats wrong, you can tell me, I'm always here for you.

Still sobbing, Gerard turned his head to face Frank, and in little more than a mummered moan said "Frankie, is that you? I don't know any more, whats going on, I was somewhere else, and there I was here, and I'm just so confused Frankie". Shaking Frank off, Gerard tried to stand, but stumbled while trying to stand up, falling straight towards the wardrobe mirror, only stopping inches from it, by Frank's quick reaction. "Oh Gee, you seemed so good this morning as well" Frank muttered, while pulling the older man into his embrace. "Don't worry now Gerard, how about we go upstairs, and I'll make you some coffee" Frank purred into Gerard's ear. Hearing the word coffee, Gerard looked up, and nodded, quietly saying, in a strained, forced voice "C C Coffee sounds good" before quickly looking down again, trying to hide his face from the other man. Taking this as a good sign, Frank placed his arm around Gerard, supporting him, and led the way up the basement stairs, and through the corridor to the kitchen, where he helped the still, abit less so now, crying Gerard into a chair, before filling, and setting the coffee pot to brew. "Now Gee, the coffee will be ready in a minute, but first please tell me what is wrong, you know that I'm here for you, good or bad, hell we are like a married couple, despite only being friends" Frank chuckled slightly, not noticing Gerard twitch slightly, a little hope rise in his eyes at the mentioned of being a married couple, only to be dashed away by the words, 'only being friends'. "It it it's nothing Fun Gh... Frankie" Gerard stammered, before continuing "Just had a bad dream or something, messed me up a little, must have been worse than I thought". Not overly pleased by the reply, Frank was about to raise an objection, when the coffee pot went off, and he knew he would have nothing out of his best friend till he had demolished most of the pot. Pouring out the coffee into two mugs, Frank set the pot back down, before sitting back back down opposite Gerard. Coffee in hand, Frank took a sip, while Gerard, who had suddenly gone all misty eyed, seemed to be staring at the hot drink as if Morrrisey or Danzig was floating in it. "Now look Gee..." Frank began, but was quickly interrupted by the youngest Way brother, who had likely been summoned by the smell of the freshly made coffee. And the presence of Mikey had caused Gerard to realise his coffee was at risk of disappearing if he wasn't quick and and started to drink his own mug before Mikey could finish off the rest of the pot. Realising he was not going to get nowhere, Frank, ducked under the arms of Mikey, and walked out of the kitchen.

Exiting the kitchen, Frank headed to the front door, where he ducked down, and unzipped the front pocket on his guitar case, from which he grabbed a small mp3, and some earphones, he knew that with the fresh pot of coffee, and the very high likely hood a second would be made, he had some time to kill with the two brother's so preoccupied. Heading towards the basement steps, Frank sat on the top step, and flicked through his mp3, till he found a good song. Eventually settling on Heroine Slow, Frank stretched, and then curled up into the side of the wall, worn out both physically from practice, and mentally from witnessing Gerard in such a state.

Meanwhile back in the kitchen, Gerard and Mikey both sat next to each other, drinking their coffee, neither quite acknowledging the others presence, so absorbed they were by the caffeine drink they were downing by the cup. As the minutes passed, Gerard was feeling better, the memory of earlier almost pushed from his mind, such was the euphoria of coffee. As he returned from putting on a fresh pot to boil, he turned to his younger sibling, and now grinning slightly "You know Kobra Kid, if you cut your hair a little, and dyed it, you would look so fucking awesome, maybe you should bring the red leather jacket back as well". Taken back by the random comments Mikey looked up to Gerard and with a hint of confusion carried in his voice said "Why would I cut, let alone dye my hair Gerard? and what is this about a red jacket, I've never owned anything like that". Completely unphased by his brother's reply Gerard continued to say "We should also see about the glasses, they could be a risk". Mikey on the otherhand, completely phased by what his older sibling was saying, was about to stumble his way through a second reply, when the coffee pot went off, and the older Way brother leapt up, eager for another mug of the glorious drink. Simply sighing, Mikey followed suit, deciding to let the matter drop. Sitting back down, both of them went back to the silence from before, content to drink their coffee in peace, only moving to refill their mugs. After eventually finishing off the second pot of coffee, Mikey, still very confused about the early remarks Gerard made, left the room quickly, while Gerard stayed sat at the table, unsure of what to go and do, considering Frank had left, and Mikey likely wouldn't want to be disturbed after a tiring day of band practice.

Slowly getting up from the table, Gerard placed his mug in the sink, and made his way to go back to his own crypt, only, to his eternal delight, find Frank blocking his way. Noticing the shadow creep over him, onto the wall, Frank took his earphones out, and twirled on the spot as he stood up to face his best friend. Seeing the glee on Gerard's face, Frank decided to leave the events of earlier to another time, and instead, grabbed his friends arm, and they both descended into the pit that lay under the Way house. Reaching the basement, the two men both carefully walked to the far side of the room, where Gerard's bed was. However as Frank sat down Gerard had an image flash up infront of him, of him and Frank, no of Party Poison and Fun Ghoul, kissing, groping and loving each other in a small motel room. Noticing Gerard stopping in his tracks, and his pale cheeks quickly be flushed with red, Frank called "Hey Gee, you okay, Earth to Gee?", which proved enough to recall Gerard to the current moment, with Frank, not Fun Ghoul, or was this Fun Ghoul and had that been Frank Gerard quickly pondered, before realising, that Fun Ghoul had longer hair, so that this was Frank. Stammering a quick sorry for being so absent minded, Gerard joined Frank on the bed, and they two men sorted their way through the badly organized dvd collection, trying to decide what to watch, however after many futile attempted to pick one out, Gerard tossed the collection away, and reached over for his cd collection instead. As he pulled them closer he saw one that looked old and worn, but also dusty and unused, while also in its own way quite majestic with its golden print, and flowery pattern. "Hey Frank, I don't reckonise this cd, what do you think, should with give it a listen?" Gerard called out. Moving to peer over Gerard's shoulder, Frank looked at the disc, and quickly agreed it was worth a try.

Clearly some space away from his speakers, Gerard slotted the cd in, and stepped back, ready for something loud, with powerful guitars, and a drum/bass beat to rock out to, yet instead what met him was a slow, quite, yet enchanting piece of classical music. Shocked, yet not totally unpleased by it Gerard turned to Frank, his face showing signs of disappointment and confusion, but also clearly not displeased by the music. "I think this is the song from the nutcracker or whatever it is called" Frank said in reply to question Gerard's facial expression was clearly answering. "Its a waltz Gee, its meant to be elegant or something" Frank continues, trying his hardest not to laugh. "Well um I've never waltzed before Frankie" Gerard said, just loud enough to be heard over the music, and Frank simply shook his head, and said "Nor have I" a grin on his face. "Well there is a first time for everything right" Gerard asked, and Frank, now madly grinning and the ludicrous. Taking a step towards Gerard, arms out he tried to take on the pose he had seen done in a couple of the old films he had been made to sit through, while Gerard, even more unsure of what a waltz was, just grabbed Frank's waist. Both of them completely un-use to such music, and un-use to dancing, they simply tried to sway to the music, and for a couple of minutes it worked, Gerard pulled in closer to Frank, letting the younger man lead them around the small basement, somewhat in time with the music, however due to their complete inexperience, plus clustered, unsuitable surroundings, the two men tripped over some object of another, which was completely buried under a sea of black clothing, and the two friends fell to the floor, their fall cushioned by the clothes that lay everywhere. As Frank and Gerard attempted to get up, their arms still linked, they ended up tripping on a charging wire for something or another, and falling face first onto the floor again. Laughing it off, both men stood up, this time without incidence, and stumbled over to the bed, where they lay next to each other, still laughing.

"Well that was fun" Gerard remarked, slightly out of breath from the laughter. "Yeah, we should do shit like this more often" Frank panted in return, his voice slightly lost from laughter still. As the two friends turned to face each other, they both burst out laughing again, rolling away from each other, Gerard into the wall next to the bed, and Frank onto the edge of the bed, tears flowing from both their sets of eyes. "Well this is a night to rememeber, but maybe not one for the parties" Frank said, his voice broken from the laughter. "Hell like we even go to parties" Gerard called out in return, trying his best to supress his laughter.

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