Frank was in his room pulling on his green, black, and white pj pants when the door bell rang. He smiled, set his shirt on his bed and went to open the door. He pulled the heavy wooden door open, and laughed lightly seeing Bert. That crazy son of a bitch. He was wearing a party hat and was hold a case of Bud Light.

"Your stupid..." Frank said as he let Bert come into his home. Bert laughed.

"You would know...." Bert said rolling his eyes.

"Yes, I would.." Frank said taking the beer from him and putting it in the fridge. Bert sat down on Frank's old green couch and propped his feet up. Frank joined him and turned the TV on. Propping his feet up, he let out a sigh as he heard this phone go off, it was the ring tone set uniquely fro Gerard. Frank got up, and went to go answer it. Gerard wanted to get out of the house away from his brother.

"If you don't mind, you can come hang out and watch movies with us. Us as in me and a really old friend of mine, He was more of a gaurdian to me than my mom had been. He'd a fucking party animal, clinacly insane.... but I love him to death..... No not like that i only love like that to you...." Bert heard from the living room.

Bert was curious of who his midget was talking to...maybe a girlfriend...bestfriend? Nah.....Bert couldn't decide, he would ask. Bert nodded to himself, and relaxed. He got up and got a Bud Light out of the fridge. Frank had hung up with Gerard, and sat back on the couch but couldn't see Bert.

"Dude, where'd you go?" Frank asked.

Bert snuck into Frank's room and grabbed his phone.

"Oh-Oh nothin....just going to the bathroom." Bert called and looked through Frank's phone. The second the lock screen came up Bert supressed an angry growl. That bastard wasn't going to hur his midget like he'd been hurt, no way in Hell.

Frank raied an eyebrow when Bert came back. He stood grabbed one of the packs of ciggeretts ont he table, and went outside sitting on the stairs that led down to the parking lot. He smoked a ciggerete or two, while waiting for Gerard.

Frank saw a pair of head lights after waiting for a little bit and smiled. He waited to see a smiling Gerard, but it never came. The person that had come out of the car wasn't Gerard. Frank bit his lip and walked into his apparment and called his boyfriend but no one answered. Frank waited a little longer and called again, no answer. What the fuck?!

One last time. But no answer. Frank got scared and called Mikey.

"What the fuck, did you do to him!" Frank screamed at Mikey.

"What are you talking about? He said he was going over to your appartment. He's not here.." Mikey said calmly.

"Shit!!" They said in unison and stayed on the phone with each other. Frank quickly turned on the news.

"A car was found flipped over in a ditch, it was on the bridge of caughting on fire, but firefighters caught it before it did..." The reporter said frantically but calm. Frank started to hypervenalate. Frank listened before he couldnt take it anymore and told Mikey to meet him on that road. He apologized to Bert and ran outside and down to hi car. He still didn't have a shirt on. All his tattoos were out in all thier blazing glory. Frank quickly found his keys and started driving towards the scene.

Mikey and Frank got there around the same time. Frank rushed as close as he could before he started crying. The drivers side door was completly folded in on itself and the car was flipped over. He tried to slip past the cops but they wouldn't let him go over to the car.

The paramedics were working with the firefighters to break the windshield or open the passengers side door.

After a good while they finally got the passenger door to open. The fire fighters got Gerards stiff limp body out of the car and paramedics tried to see if he was breathing. He wasn't. They tried to get his pulse starting again. It wouldn't. They sighed they'd done everything in thier power.

The man they'd tried to save, Gerard.

Was Dead.