*Gerard's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 25, 1998. 10:47 pm (post meridiem)*
*Location: The Hide Away (A Bar On The North Side Of Town)*
"Come onnnnnn, Gerard!" Bert whined into my neck. He nestled his face into my neck and smirked. Bert had been coming on pretty strong lately since I had turned twenty. "Have a drink with usssss." Bert was drunk off his ass, and so was everyone else, but all I could do was think about the fight I had with Mikey. I sighed, and flashed my fake ID. It stated that I was twenty five. "Gin and tonic." I muttered.
I felt my phone buzzing in my back pocket, I checked who it was. Mikey was calling me... I didn't answer it, but let it go to voice mail. The woman placed the drink I had ordered in front of me, and I looked around the crowded bar. I analysed people, and then I was shocked. Near the back of the bar, I saw Andy. Andy was leaning over someone, and he had his lips attached to said persons neck, and here's where it got good. Said person was sixteen year old Vic Fuentes.
"Dude!" I said, almost too loudly. Bert looked at me, and I pointed over at Andy and Vic. Bert looked shocked, "Oh my god! This is tooooo perfect! Mitch will throw a shit fit, and never speak to Andy again!" He giggled in an evil manner. Bert was too loud, because as soon as Andy heard the name Mitch, he looked up, and looked directly at us. His face turned red, and he shot to his feet. He waved his hands frantically at Vic, and Vic seemed to be freaking out, and then Andy left. He got out of that bar as fast as he could.
"Damn, Bert! We could have gotten pictures!" I said, drinking the Gin and Tonic all at once. Bert frowned and wrinkled his nose. "Alright, I'm gonna go talk to Vic." I said, Bert frowned at me even more as I stood up and sauntered over to Vic, "Hello there, Vic." I said, leaning over the table, "Mind if I join you?"
The younger boy giggled nervously. "Hi, Gerard!!" My former friend stared at me uncomfortably. "How long have you and Andy been dating, kiddo?" I asked. Vic reeked of alcohol. "Like, two years..." He muttered.
"I don't think Mitch would be too happy if he found out!" I teased.
"Don't tell him!"
After a few hours, and many many drinks later, I found that my friends had all left. I staggered out to my car, and started the engine.
I was driving home, not really paying attention to much, when I saw a figure on the side of the road. I looked over, and must have unintentionally swerved the car. I heard screaming, familiar screaming. Mikey?! And then I hit a tree, and a person. God, I was going to jail. Everything blacked out.

*Mitch's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 26, 1998. 2:03 am (ante meridiem)*
*Location: Mitch's Bedroom*
I was awoken by my loud screaming ringtone. I rolled onto my side, and saw that Gerard was calling me. I answered it, "What do you want?" I grumbled tiredly. "I have newssss." Gerard was drunk. "Alright? And what is that?" I said.
"Vic is dating Annddy, and I saw them at the barrr." He slurred. So that's why Vic had been home so late! "Byee." Gerard hung up before I could react.
"VIC! ANDY!" I screamed. I heard two loud thuds, and shuffling, "Get some damn pants on Andy!" I heard whispering too, because the walls were thin. Rage boiled up in my stomach. About two minutes later the boys ran into my room, nearly fully clothed. Andy wasn't wearing pants, and Vic had his shirt on, not only backwards, but also inside out.
"Andy! Front and center!" I shouted, getting out of my bed. Andy ran up to me. I slapped him as hard as I could and he fell to the ground, causing a scream from Vic. "What the hell Mitch!" Andy said. There was blood welling up in a cut I had made on his face. "You are NOT allowed to stay here anymore!" I yelled, "Nor are you EVER allowed to see Vic again!" Andy looked shocked, "Get up, get packed, and GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Andy scrambled to his feet, and shot out of the room. Since he didn't actually live here it took him about ten minutes to leave. I heard his car pull out of the driveway and turned my gaze on Vic. "You! You are grounded!" I shouted.
The boy stumbled backwards and ran out of the room. I heard the front door close, and I knew where he was going. He was going to Mikey's house.
I sighed and called Mike. He answered after two rings. "Hello?"
"Hey, are you home?" I asked.
"No, I'm out looking for Ge-" There was then screaming, and then the screeching of a car, and a clatter, then a crash.
"Mikey? Mikey!" Nothing. I hung up my phone, and grabbed a jacket before I went to get in the car. What had just happened...

*Mikey's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 26, 1998. 1:55 pm (post meridiem)*
*Location: The Side Of The Road*
I walked along the side of the road, looking for my brother. I didn't have a car, so I had to walk everywhere. I knew he would be in town, but town was another three miles away. It was freezing out, and I was wearing a thin white t-shirt, and a pair of white jeans.
Twenty minutes more of walking, I felt my phone buzz and pulled it out hoping against all hopes that it was Gerard. Nope, it was Mitch. I sighed, and flipped the phone open, "Hello?" I spoke into the phone.
"Hey, are you home?" Mitch asked me.
"No, I'm out looking for Ge-" I looked up, and my words turned into screaming, I dropped my phone as I tried to jump out of the way of the car that had veered towards me. Brakes screeched, and pain racked my body as I was thrown against a tree, and then pinned by the front of the car. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was my brothers head colliding with the windshield.
Darkness.

Notes

And now things start to heat up.
Who do you think will pay the ultimate price of their life after the crash?
Sorry, I was in a hurry to get this up, I was excited.

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I hope the suspense will keep you anticipating the next chapter!
Also, poor Andy and Vic!