Best Friends Forever, But Not Now

Gerard and I sat outside on Ray’d porch, smoking and not knowing if we were supposed to talk or ignore each other. So, I broke the silence.

“Are you alright? I thought you choked up in that song?”

“N-No, I’m fine! Don’t worry about it!” He defended.

“Gerard, are you happy with her? I promise I won’t try to make out with you if you are unhappy.” I joked.

“I miss being with you. I stayed with her because I panicked and I thought I’d lose her and she was my best friend when you and I were together.”

“I know, I don’t want you to lose your family over me, if that’s what you need. I won’t break up the band over it, okay?”

He smiled softly. “You’re the best friend I could’ve asked for.”

I hugged him tightly. “You too.”

We put out our cigarettes and walked back into the house, side by side, but not holding hands. We walked into the basement where Ray and Mikey were making jokes about us running off in the wild to have a gay makeout party.

“Finally! We thought you ran off and had sex!” Mikey joked

“We were just smoking Mikey!” Gerard snapped.

“With the history of ‘Smoke Breaks’ aka makeout sessions I’ve walked into, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

I laughed because it was really true and then picked my guitar up from under the seat, strumming it briefly to make sure it stayed in tune.

“We gonna play?” I asked.

“What song do you wanna play, Ray?” Mikey asked.

“I wanna play Headfirst for Halos, man!”

“Oh my god, I love to play that song!” Mikey agreed.

“Alright guys, get your instruments.” I motioned to Ray, who wasn’t holding a guitar for some reason.

Ray grabbed his guitar and we started playing. Gerard’s voice took leaps and bounds, it was amazing. For some reason, I forgot that he was so fucking talented. He sang through the song smoothly, no breaks or anything, while Ray, Mikey, and I played through the chorus, bridges, and verses with close to no errors. We finished the song after a while and we decided to go get something to eat afterwards.

“We should get some fucking pizza!” Ray yelled, getting into his car.

“Fuck yeah, man!” Mikey agreed.

Gerard and I went along with it because honestly, who doesn’t love pizza? Ray drove us down to his favorite pizza joint in California where apparently the whole staff knew him. We seated ourselves and Ray ordered our pizza from the front. While we waited, Mikey and Gerard switched sides because Mikey wanted to talk to Ray.

I squeezed Gerard’s hand under the table. “You’ll be okay...”

Ray came back with our pizza, two cheese, two pepperoni. He handed me and Gerard the cheese ones and Mikey and him stuck with pepperoni. Those two finished their pizza in thirty seconds at most while Gerard and I had to take some home with us. I always wondered how they ate pizza so damn quick.

We brought our extras and walked back towards the car, so Ray could drive us back to his place, where we could collect our stuff and go home. I picked up my guitar and cable, packing them into my padded guitar case and walking with Gerard to his car.

“I’m cancelling my solo tour…” Gerard commented.

“Why?” I asked, confusion filling my voice.

“I don’t want to be an American Brit-Pop singer anymore. I want to do this again.” He smiled.

“Oh. When are we going to tell people?” I asked.

“About the band? I’m gonna tell them once I cancel the tour, so probably a week.”

“That’s a relief. I thought I’d have to wait like a year!”

“Ha, I’ll see you soon, right?” Gerard questioned.

“Yeah. Facetime me or come over if you need anything.” I added. “By anything, I really mean anything.”

We both drove back to our houses, and I was relieved that I sort of had my best friend back.

Notes

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Chapter Title From "Weighted" by frnkiero and the cellabration.

I broke my pinkie toe so it hurts really bad to walk.