And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

"Well, I guess I'll sing the one called SING. That okay?"

"Carry on."

"Sing it out
Boy you've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out
Girl you've got to be what tomorrow needs
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it 'til you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world

Sing it out
Boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out
Girl before they kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to, make a choice if the music drowns you out
And raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it 'til you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world

Cleaned up, corporation progress
Dying in the process
Children that can talk about it
Living on the railways
People moving sideways
Sell it 'til your last days
Buy yourself the motivation
Generation nothing,
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a white dream
I am not the singer that you wanted, but a dancer
I refuse to answer, talk about the past
And rooting for the ones that want to get away.

Keep running

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it 'til you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world

We've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
Yeah, you got to be what tomorrow needs
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world"

Gerard stopped and looked away from me. "Um, h-how was that, kiddo?"

I applauded him. "That was really, really amazing. I loved it."

He parked his car and we practically ran through the thrift shop like little kids. Gerard told me that I, in fact, was a little kid. "Gerard, I'm sixteen!"

"And I'm twenty seven. Your point, short stack?"

I laughed. "So, are you gonna get anything?" Gerard looked around in disgust. "Unless I find a batman hoodie, I'm not spending a dime in this place."

I examined the place and, to my luck, found a We Came As Romans tee and I really wanted it. It was black and had 'We Are Nothing Without Brotherhood' written in bluish purple which kind of reminded me of Assassin's Creed. I didn't want it, I needed it. "Gerard, look at this hell of a shirt!"

Gerard nodded. "Try it on, Frankie."

Walking into the fitting room, I stared in the mirror with horror. My bruise had turned black, and dry blood had become an issue as it stained my porcelain white skin. I got sick looking at it, and slipped on the tee. Gerard came from behind and smiled. "Get it, it looks great."

"I don't have any money," I sighed.

"But your good friend here does," he smirked. "Now, do you see anything else you want?"

Before I could respond, he said "aha!" and picked out a red Memphis May Fire sweatshirt. I started to change out of the tee, trying not to hurt my wound in the process.




Gerard's POV

Frank was taking a long time to put on a sweatshirt. A very long time, like longer than girls do, which isn't exactly normal. I'm really impatient, so I push the curtains lightly from the fitting room. "Frankie..."

The mirror. Oh fuck.

"FRANK WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR STOMACH?" I screamed.

"Gerard..." he choked on his words. "L-listen o-okay?"

"Put on your shirt, we're going," I mumble.

He slips his shirt back on. "Gerard, you got to h-hear m-me out..."

" I said we're fucking going, Frank," I hissed.

Frank gave in and we left the shop to head home. Why did Frank have to keep this from me?

Notes

new chapter, hope you like where this is going! c: