The Only Hope For Me Is You

"No problem Gerard. Okay let's get to some questions from our viewers" Christian looks at his clipboard, "okay this one is from Marissa in Australia: What do you like most about being in this band?" Christian looks to each of us waiting for us to answer, Gerard starts.

"Well, I love everything about this band. The experiences I've had while being in this band is beyond anything I could ever describe. But, if I had to choose the thing I like most about this band, it would have to be being able to be in it with my favorite people in the world. Many bands fall apart because of the members hating each other, but I know it will never happen with these guys," he puts his arm around my shoulder and squeezes me, "I love these guys, they're my best friends and I wouldn't want anything else than to do this with them for the rest of my life." His answer earns him a chorus of "aww's" from me and the guys. He laughs and shoves me playfully. Christian nods,

"Thank you Gerard, this next one is from Alex in France: if you could marry one person in your band, who would it be and why?" Ray looks to each of us, smiling

"Ooooo good one." Bob agrees,

"Yeah, but unfortunately these guys aren't my type. But if it was from another band? Definitely Jared Leto," we all look at Bob and act offended, he holds up his hands in mock confusion, "what have you seen that man? He's hot!" We all laugh and Gerard speaks between his laughter,

"Yeah yeah, that is true he is a handsome man," he looks into the camera, "and if you just so happen to be watching this Jared, I hope this doesn't make things weird between us, but I don't think I'd marry him. I think he'd just be a real sexy one night stand." At this point Ray is hysterical and Mikey is shaking his head while chuckling. Christian takes a breath from laughing and asks,

"Well Gerard who would you marry then?" Gerard looks from each of us while tapping his chin,

"Honestly Christian? I'd have to go with Frank," at the sound of my name I snap my head up so my eyes can meet his, me?

"I don't know, Frank seems like he would be a faithful partner. He's caring, sweet, and my best friend. Who's better to marry than your best friend? I mean, he does know me the best," I know just as much as you tell me Gerard, there's nothing special about remembering information..

"Not to mention he's an excellent kisser," he places his puckered his lips on my cheek and kisses me over exaggeratedly, "mwahh!" I chuckle and look at my hands that are folded tightly on my lap,

"Oooo okay, looks like we'll be planning a wedding for you two soon huh?" Christian says into his microphone as we all laugh.

"Yeah definitely!" Gerard says while wrapping his arm around me again. I shift uncomfortably, feeling guilty for enjoying the attention I was receiving from him.

"Slow down there love birds." Ray says, sensing my awkwardness. Christian continues with the questions,

"Okay Mikey, this one is for you from Skyla in Chicago: Mikey Way, why don't you ever smile?" Mikey takes one last sip of his coffee and sets it on the floor next to his feet.

"Well Skyla, I do smile. I smile all the time. I smile so hard it looks like I'm not smiling. How bout that Skyla?" Bob elbows Mikey,

"Why don't you give her and everyone else a genuine Mikey smile?" Mikey shrugs,

"Sorry don't have one!"

"Oh really?" Ray reaches over and tickles Mikey furiously. Mikey laughs uncontrollably and squirms in an attempt to stop the tickling. Ray releases Mikey and turns to the camera.

"There you go Skyla, I got you a smile and a laugh!" Christian smiles,

"Okay guys, here's the last one. This is from Taylor in New York: Frank and Gerard, can you describe the friendship you two have with each other?" Gerard looks at me,

"Wanna go first?" I shake my head and wave him on.

"No no no, you go." I want to hear this, what's he gonna say? Ohh Frankie is my best friend I tell him everything blah blah blah.. Gerard nods,

"Okay, hmm my friendship with Frank.." He shifts his body so he's looking directly at me. I keep my eyes locked on my folded hands on my lap to avoid his gaze. "Well, what can I say. He's my best friend and he means the world to me," typical.

"But, it feels like he's that piece of me that was broken off at birth and grew into a person I'm supposed to keep with me at all times. Like, sometimes I wish I could do the things he does. I guess you can say I admire him," I look up to meet his hazel eyes, admire me? I was a complete mess when you met me. How the hell could you possibly admire me?

I search his eyes for any hint of untruthfulness, I can't find any. Is he serious?

"He's just a big ball of happy energy and I love that, he inspires me to be all I can be. I don't know where I would be without him." I break our gaze and I blink back a few tears, that was fucking beautiful.

Christian speaks up after a few seconds of me trying to discreetly recompose myself,

"Wow, that was deep dude. Sounds like without him you would die or something!" Gerard grins and nods,

"Yeah exactly, I'd probably be dead or a suicidal mess!" Everyone chuckles lightheartedly at Gerard's over exaggerated prediction except for me and Ray. His words send my heart into a rapid thumping sensation, my head snaps up to look at Gerard who is laughing at his own choice of words. How is he laughing at this? I know the truth behind that. Maybe that's why he's a suicidal mess, because I wasn't there for him.

I feel the tears I just fought back gather at the rim of my eyes again. I quickly snap my head to face Ray. He's wearing a face of complete sympathy for me. He knew Gerard's words would get to me, he shakes his head at me because he knows what I'm going to do next. Despite his complete disapproval I jump up from the couch,

"I'm sorry, excuse me." I say, my voice weak and cracking as I leave the room quickly, desperately trying to hold back my tears.

"Frank! Frank! Wait!" I ignore the voice and break into a jog. I pass the front desk, startling Lauren.

"Mr. Iero?" I ignore her too and burst through the front doors and into the parking lot. I instantly remember we brought Ray's car here and mentally slap myself. Fuck.

"Frankie stop where are you going!" Fuck.

I turn on my heels, sprinting out of the parking lot and down the block hoping to find a bus stop.

"Holy shit Frankie, what in the actual fuck man!" As I continue running, my lungs get cold and I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I immediately slow down due to my fatigue, but I keep running. A hand curls around my shoulder and pulls me back, stopping my flight, and shoves me against a car parked nearby. I struggle violently against the voice and the car,

"Frankie stop!" I push against the person's chest,

"Leave me alone!" I shout on the top of my lungs, sounding rather childish. The voice grabs both my wrists, pinning them above my head while pushing me up against the car with its chest, completely restraining me.

"For fucks sake Frankie look at me!" I squeeze my eyes shut,

"Just go away!" My voice cracking again.

"Frankie, please stop this and look at me!" I slowly open my eyes and meet a pair of piercing eyes accompanied by furrowed eyebrows with beads of sweat embedded in them.

"Why are you doing this?"

Notes

I'm sorry guys. Uggh I suck at updating :T