"Get off of me!"I shouted, yanking my arms out of Gerard's grip. I couldnt figure out how I had gone from shooting Malcolm and fainting, to fighting Gerard off of me. Everything was such a blur.
"Frank we need to get out of here. People are calling the cops,"He grabbed at me again but I stepped out of his reach.
"Dont you think I fucking know that?!"I screeched and went back over to the coffin,"Mum. I'm sorry for ruining your funeral."
"Frank come on!"Gerard shouted as the sound of sirens reached my ears.

"Goodbye Mum. Be happy that I shot the bastard,"I sighed and turned around. Most of the people had run away now. Some of them were running to meet the police though. And the guys were nowhere in sight. I slowly turned, unsure of what to do, when I saw Gerard looking at me from around the corner of the church. I took off towards him, tucking my gun into my pants and hiding it with my suit jacket.

When I rounded the corner I found Gerard standing at a door back into the church. I glanced over my shoulder to see cops making their way over to Malcolm's body. I rushed over and went inside the church to see the guys looking scared at pissed off. I ignored their looks as had a look through a window. The cops were moving round the side of the church, about to come in and find us.

"Come on. We need to go,"I muttered and opened the front doors of the church. We all carefully snuck out and took one minute before running as fast as we could to my car. A minute later we were driving away, the guys squished in the back, me on Gerard's lap in the front and Bob driving.

"Frank what the fuck were you thinking?"Ray spat suddenly.
"Excuse me?"I looked around the edge of the chair at Ray squished up against the window looking pissed off.
"You just ruined your Mums fucking funeral you dick. Its just a good fucking thing your Nana wanted her buried in fucking Washington. If we were in Jersey the whole fucking operation would have been ruined because every cop would be looking for you,"He glared at me.

"Well I'm sorry if I wasnt thinking straight because I had just said goodbye to my fucking Mum you fuckwit,"I snarled back at him. I could feel how tense Gerard was beneath me I looked to Mikey who looked fucked off as well. Same as Pete.

"I would have thought you would have the smarts to not pull a fucking gun out when there are a bunch of people there we dont know!"He shot back.
"I wasnt fucking thinking okay?! Jesus christ can we just leave it for a moment?!"
"Call your Nana. We need her to get us flights back to Jersey before we have everyone looking out for us,"He sighed.
That I couldnt argue with. I pulled my phone out and called her,"Nana, hi. Its Frank."

"Frankie you stupid stupid boy,"She said straight away.
I cleared my throat,"Yeah I know. It was a stupid thing to do. I've already at this talk. Uh are you able to get us flights back to Jersey?"
"No can do. The cops have already seen pictures of you guys from some of the other guests. I dont know how though. You're gonna have to drive there. I can get your clothes and stuff there to meet you though. Just give me an address."
"Right okay uh- 21 Elliston Crescent. You know the rest,"I muttered.
"Alrighty. You boys be safe you hear me? I buried my daughter today. I dont want to bury anyone else anytime soon,"
"Yeah we will. You'll look after Claire and Lily right?"I sniffed, feeling more tears come on.
"Of course I will. Dont be stupid."
"Okay good uh thank you. I'll talk to you later. Bye Nana,"I hiccupped and ended the call,"We have to drive to Jersey."

"For fucks sake!"Pete shouted.
"I'm sorry okay?!"I sobbed, wiping the tears away furiously.
"Sorry doesnt change the fact that you've got everyone looking for us,"Mikey sighed.
"You guys lets all just leave it. What Frank did was wrong but us arguing over it isnt going to change anything so can we all just forget it for now? We've got a long drive ahead of us and right now, I have a killer headache so if you wouldnt mind shutting the fuck up?"Gerard spoke up suddenly. No one said anything after that. Not until it was getting dark and we were in a different state completely.

"Who votes we get some take aways and hole up in a motel?"Bob yawned. We all muttered an agreement so Bob turned left and brought us to McDonalds. Ten minutes later we were all getting out of the car to go into a shabby looking motel. Gerard and I had one room. Pete and Mikey had one room and Bob and Ray had one room.

"How are you feeling?"Gerard asked quietly as we sat on either side of the bed, pulling our shoes off.
"Shitty,"I sighed and went to the small table where our food was sitting. Gerard grunted in reply and joined me at the table. We ate in silence, moody, tired and grieving. As I ate, I watched Gerard slowly chew every bite, staring at the ground. There was a storm raging in his eyes. And then it hit me.

"What about you? How are you doing? I may have lost my Mum but you still lost good friend. I've been so consumed with grief I havent even stopped to check to see if you're okay. I'm sorry."
"Its okay dont worry about it. I did the same sort of thing when my Mum died. I shut away all my feelings and looked after Mikey... I guess thats why my depression got so bad afterwards. Cause I had bottled it all up,"Gerard sighed thoughtfully.

"Well dont bottle it up this time. Talk to me,"I grabbed his hand resting on the table and squeezed.
He looked up at me and smiled,"I'm doing okay... Having a hard time trying to be there for you and try to deal with my feelings at the same time is all."
"Gerard I can handle my feelings. If you need to take a time out to take care of yourself you can. The fact that you're ignoring your feelings to take care of me is almost enough to make me feel better all together."
"Yeah but you-"
"I'm fine, Gerard. Honestly. You make it easier... Boy that sounds cheesy as shit,"I snorted suddenly.

Gerard smiled at me sweetly,"My god I am tired."
"Same. Bed?"I raised an eyebrow at him as I gathered up the rubbish.
"Definitely."