And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

Gerard wanted to take me ice skating, which I gladly refused to do. He offered to take me to an art show happening just a couple miles away, but neither of us wanted to be shushed by the art show volunteers like they always do. His last resort was a garage sale, and Mikey told us he was going to hang with his friend Ray, so Gerard and I were alone.

"Garage sales are outside and outside is muddy and my new converse will get wet and..." Gerard stopped whining for a moment. "And maybe we should go to a thrift shop or something."

I shrugged, anywhere he wanted to go, I would follow. He started up his car, and I playfully hopped inside, causing him to laugh as he drove roughly ten miles. The music blared, and Gerard started to sing along to the songs from the disc.

"Tonight, when I look up to the sky, I know that this is why I am alive..." he sang, and started to blush. I turned the music off.

"Gee, why'd you stop singing?" I questioned.

"Fuck me and my voice, gah."

"You're good, do you write songs?"

He laughed. "You wanna hear one of my own songs."

"Yeah. I do."

Notes

new chapter!! c: