Frerard is Real

Mikey groaned as he stood from the floor, “Nice push.”
Gerard hurried off of the bed towards the door. He opened it slightly to peer through the crack to find Ray pacing in the living room. Gerard sighed angrily as he shut the door close, “You gotta be fucking kidding me. First you, now Ray. We might as well tell the whole damn universe.”
Mikey walked up to his brother, “Don’t worry.”
“Worry? No, I’m beyond worried. For god’s sake I cheated on the man I love with my brother! And Ray knows.” Gerard smacked his palm against his forehead, “I’m so fucking stupid.”
Mikey laid a hand on Gerard’s shoulder, but Gerard swiped it away, “Don’t.” Despite Gerard being upset, Mikey added, “Who knows? Maybe we can come up with some crazy ass story to fool Ray.”
Gerard looked at his brother. It was silent before Gerard shook his head, “You’re a fucking idiot.” Mikey’s heart dropped. He frowned. Gerard added, “What else did it look like? My legs were spread open, and your ass was on the ground-It looked like I pushed you off, scared to get caught.”
Mikey forced a smile, “You’re upset, I understand.”
Gerard sighed and whispered to himself, “I just ruined my relationship.”

~

It was a very quiet ride to the RV. Frank sat in the passenger seat while Gerard drove in silence. Mikey laid his head against the window while Ray listened to music. Ray seemed calmed on the outside, but in the inside his mind was going insane. No matter how hard he tried to focus on his music, his mind always kept black flashing to Mikey and Gerard. Were they doing what he thought they were doing? No, they couldn’t have been-Ray, you just have a nasty mind, that’s all. Ray chuckled softly to himself, trying to pull it off-but he knew deep down that maybe just maybe, something was up with the ways.
Mikey’s eyes glanced at the passing lines painted on the freeway’s ground. He sighed as he glanced over to Gerard who was focused on the road. He turned his attention to Ray for a while, who was softly head banging to his music. He didn’t bother checking up on Frank. He rested his head back onto the window pane of the car and closed his eyes-his mind thought back to Gerard. He thought back to throwing his brother onto the bed-his eyes jolted open when he realized (finally) it was wrong. The things he did to his brother was wrong-the things he thought about his brother were wrong. It was wrong for his health. It was wrong because he just ruined Gerard’s life and he thought he had no one else to blame but himself. Carrying this guilt inside the pit of his stomach, he closed his eyes once more.
Frank’s mind was on the open road. His mind was more focused on the bright side. Yes! MCR is back on tour, baby! He smiled at himself before turning over to Gerard. His smile faded when met Gerard’s serious face. Frank shrugged it off. He’s just focused on the road, that’s all. Frank’s smile came back suddenly when he saw in the far distance, the official MCR recreational vehicle.
Gerard pulled the car out of the freeway. As the car headed closer to the RV, the pit of his stomach was telling him to turn back, you can’t go in there-there’s too much drama, too much to handle. Alas, he pulled the car next to the RV, and began to unload the car and packing everything inside.

~

“You’re going on tour?” Patrick leaned back in his chair in disbelief.
“It wasn’t my plan. It’s only for about six months.”
“Only six months,” Patrick rolled his eyes.
Jalex, Cashby, and Fuenciado sat in their chairs, staring at Patrick who was talking to Gerard on the phone. Alan scoffed, “I thought everyone agreed to take a break to solve our problems.” His eyes looked at Austin who shrugged. Alan stood up, “I want to go back on stage.”
Patrick signaled him to sit back down. Surprisingly, Alan listened. He rolled his eyes, but he listened. Patrick added, “Gerard, how are we going to continue our sessions? And does Lindsey and your daughter know?”
“We’ll skype. And yes, they do-I called them before I called you. Listen, Frank and I will coutinue doing your sessions, but you have to bring a laptop to the meetings so we’ll be able to be there...I’m not giving up on you, Patrick. Believe it or not, you’ve helped me a lot.”
Patrick gave a warm smile, “I’m happy to hear that.”

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