*Gerard's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 27th, 1998. 3:05 pm (post meridiem)*
*Location: The Hospital*
The crash had been brutal. I was just now coming to. Much to my surprise, someone was holding my hand. I couldn't see this someones face because it was buried in my chest. I groaned, and pulled, trying to get my hand back. "Gerard! Oh thank god!" That was Mitch's voice...
The man hugged me tightly and I screamed in pain.
"Shit! Sorry!" Mitch said.
"Slow your roll, bro." Bert was sitting near my feet. "How ya feelin' bud?" He asked me, shoving Mitch out of the way.
"Mikey..." Was all I managed to groan out.
"Your brother is in the next room over." Mitch assured me. It took me until now to realize that Vic was clinging to Mitch's side. Then I realized what I had done. "Oh god, Vic... I'm so sorry." I said, trying to sit up.
He detached himself from Mitch's side, and leaned in real close. "You have left my heart black and blue, just like your father did to you." He pushed me back down, before going back to cling to Mitch.
"Bert, we've got to go." Braden poked his head into my hospital room. "Alright..." Bert frowned, and left the room.
"You are UNBELIEVABLE Gerard!" Vic was suddenly shouting at me. "You've paralyzed your brother, and they're not even sure that he'll ever wake up!" And then he slapped me. Mitch yanked him away and forced him to sit down.
And then Andy walked in, arms folded, glaring at me. He had a gash on his cheek. "What happened, dude?" I asked, alarmed. "Shut the fuck up."
Why was I so hated...

*Time Stamp: June 27th, 1998. 1:04 pm (post meridiem)*
*Location: The Hospital*
"Mikey, please wake up..." I was holding my brothers hand, and my new boyfriend, old friend, Bert was draped over my shoulders, "Oh god, Bert, this should be me." I said, tears burning my eyes. I let go of my brothers hand, and hugged Bert tightly.
And then the room was filled with obnoxious beeping, and I felt my heart leap into my throat, "Is he dying!?" I shrieked. Bert grabbed my arm tightly as the monitor my baby brother was hooked up to began to flat-line.
Nurses flooded the room, and some of them tried to drag me out, but I fought against them. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to reach my baby brother. "Just let him go, Gerard!" Mitch was grabbing my shoulder, and trying to drag me out. He tugged me out of the door, "MIKEY!"
And then the door shut.
I stood in the hallway in front of Frank who was chewing me out, screaming at me about killing his boyfriend.
And then I heard a faint, but familiar voice, "Frank!"
I turned towards the source of the noise, but saw nothing, "Mikey...?"
And then Mitch slapped me "Idiot! You KILLED Mikey!" He shouted at me.
I sighed and glanced over at Spencer and Patrick. Patrick clung to Spencer like a little monkey, and Spencer held the younger boy close, whispering reassuring words to him.
Then Vic was dragging me away, "Your brother is dead, he's never coming back. He's a dead as the relationship that you ruined between Andy and I." He hissed at me. More tears sprung up in my eyes.
"What's he talking about?" The faint voice came again.
"I swear to god, I just heard Mikey." I muttered, looking up. Vic slapped me, and I stumbled backwards, "Idiot!" And then her marched away.

*Mikey's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: Undetermined*
*Location: Undetermined*
Darkness.
Nothing but darkness.
No thoughts.
No pain.
No sound.
No sight.
Just darkness.
And then a voice, "Mikey, please wake up..."
And then a feeling, someone was grabbing my hand.
But I didn't have the strength to react.
"Oh god, Bert, this should be me." I identified the voice as my brothers.
And then feeling faded, and I heard an annoying beeping sound.
I could see everything now. My brother was hugging the man I knew as Bert, tightly.
And I saw a heart monitor. It was flat-lining, and then there were lots of nurses, some of them escorting my brother out.
"Gerard!" No sound came out of my mouth.
Gerard was struggling against nurses trying to get at the hospital bed, tears were streaming down his face, his hair was messed up, and he was covered in cuts and bruises, "Just let him go, Gerard!" Mitch was now tugging on Gerard, trying to pull him out of the small white room, that I assumed was a hospital room.
As Mitch tugged him through the door, he screamed something that confused me, as the door closed, "MIKEY!"
And then I realized that no one was trying to get me out of the room. I turned, and saw who was hooked up to the heart monitor that was flat-lining.
It was me.
I WAS FUCKING DEAD!!
I began to panic, not sure what the hell was happening.
Then the scene faded, and I stood before a man in a red tuxedo. He had nice, slicked back, black hair, and ice cold blue eyes, "Hello. Are you Michael James Way?" He asked, flipping through a file that had suddenly appeared in his hand.
"U-uh yeah..." I stammered.
"Excellent. Good to meet you. I am Helix." The man thrust his hand towards me. I grabbed his hand to shake, and his skin was boiling hot.
"Uh... where am I? Hell?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck.
Helix laughed, "God no! You're in what we call limbo. The big man with a plan didn't take you because you have unfinished business on earth." Helix babbled. "So, if you could just fill this out, we can get you back on earth to finish your business."
And then my arms were loaded down with papers. So many papers.
He placed a pen on top of the stack, and I fell forward. "Are you serious?" I shrieked. He began to laugh again, "Of course not!" He waved his hand, and there was just one paper, and a pen floating in front of me. "Just sign here, initial here, and put the date here." He pointed to each section.
I signed my name, initialed the paper, and then paused, "What's today's date?" I asked. "It's June 26th, 1998." Helix said.
My heart sunk. I had been asleep for exactly two months.
I filled out the date, and Helix smiled, "Perfect! Follow me!"
And then we were in the hospital room, and they were wheeling my body away. Helix lead me out to the hospital. Frank was screaming at my brother Gerard, and both were crying. "Frank!" No sound came out of my mouth.
"Silly. They can't hear you!"
Just as he said that, Gerard turned towards us, "Mikey..?" And then Mitch slapped him, "Idiot! You KILLED Mikey!" The older man shouted in Gerard's face.
I noticed that Andy was there, but he was off standing by Patrick and Spencer. Vic was attached to Mitch's side, not even looking over at Andy. Patrick was clinging to Spencer desperately, and Spencer hugged the younger boy tightly. "It's going to be okay." He whispered into the little ginger boy's ear.
Vic grabbed Gerard's wrist , and dragged him towards Helix and I. "Your brother is dead, he's never coming back. He's a dead as the relationship that you ruined between Andy and I." He growled up at my brother. More tears sprung up in my brothers eyes.
"What is he talking about?" I asked Helix.
Gerard looked up, "I swear to god, I just heard Mikey." Vic slapped Gerard really hard, enough for him to stumble backwards. "Idiot!" He hissed in his face. He then returned to Mitch's side, and buried his face in the older mans chest to cry.
Gerard stormed out of the hospital.
"Can he hear me?" I asked Helix. The man nodded, "He's your unfinished business. You died with something on your conscious, and you can't be accepted into heaven without clearing it." Helix explained, pushing his hand through his hair.
"He will also be able to see you once I'm gone." And with that Helix vanished.
Looked like I would have to figure this out myself. I blinked, and suddenly I was sitting on my bed. I looked around my room. My mom was sitting on my floor, knees tucked to her chest, her sobs were very audible. "My baby boy is dead." She wailed. She curled her fingers into her hair and pulled.
My mom looked horrible.
"Mom!" I tried, but no sound came out.
I frowned, and wandered downstairs, waiting for my brother to come home.
I waited for seven hours. When he finally stumbled through the door, my mom was asleep, and he was drunk, obviously. "Mikey?" He slurred his words, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Oh hi there Mikey. Did you know that you're dead?"
I scoffed, "Of course I did, you idiot!" I shouted.
He staggered backwards, and bumped into the door, "Holy shit! Mikey!" He seemed to sober up almost instantly.
He was by my side, throwing his arms around me. "I'm so sorry! I'm so so so sorry!" He wailed. I could feel tears beginning to stain whatever the hell I was wearing (I don't remember what my outfit was from two months ago).
And then I realized something.
The car accident must have been really bad if Gerard still bared the wounds.
"It's my fault." I told him, burying my face into his neck, enjoying him holding me instead of hurting me.
"No, it's not." He said, holding me at arms length, suddenly.
And then Bert walked in, "Who ya talkin' to, Gee-bear?" He asked.
Gee-bear? What the fuck kind of nickname is Gee-bear?!
My brother stood up and kissed Bert.
It was a pet name.
I gagged.
Gerard shook his head, "I was talking to myself." He told the blonde haired man.
Andy, Mitch, Frank, Patrick, Spencer, and finally Vic filed into the house. Why were they all here so late?
Patrick clung to Spencer like a leech.
Frank's hands were trembling, and his fingers were yellow. Had he picked up smoking? I frowned with disappointment.
Bert scowled at the group, hugged Gerard, and then left.
Andy kept glancing back at Vic longingly, but once Mitch caught him looking, Andy was doubled over and then on the ground. "Stop it, please!" Vic shouted, spinning, and burying his face into Frank's neck to hide.
Andy lay curled up on the ground for a moment, before cautiously getting back up, only to be grabbed by his shirt and pushed backwards to fall onto the cough, head going directly through my crotch. It tickled and I stood up, squirming uncomfortably.
Gerard suddenly grabbed Mitch, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE LIKE THAT! LET YOUR LITTLE BROTHER LOVE WHO EVER THE FUCK HE WANTS!" He screamed in Mitch's face.
All of the color drained from Patrick's face, and he shot upstairs instinctively, and ran into my room. Mitch just stared at Gerard, baffled. "Calm down, Gerard..." Andy whispered. Gerard raised an eyebrow, "You're gonna calm the fuck down, shut the fuck up, or get the fuck out." My brother was not usually like this.
"I... I uh... I'm sorry..." Mitch said.
"Sit down." Gerard said pointing to the couch. Mitch obeyed.
"Come here." Gerard pointed at Vic. Vic stumbled over awkwardly. Gerard pulled the younger boy into a hug, "I am so sorry for telling Mitch about you and Andy." Vic stood there for a moment, startled, but then he hugged Gerard back.
"It's okay." Vic said.
Gerard let go of Vic and turned to Andy, "Come here."
Andy got up, and before Gerard could hug him, he hugged Gerard first. Gerard didn't say anything, because Andy already knew what Gerard was going to say. "All is forgiven, all is forgotten." Andy whispered.
Gerard was crying.
My death had brought them together, which was a good thing.
Then I felt myself starting to fade, and the last thing I saw was Spencer walking upstairs, and Gerard staring at me horrified.

*Patrick's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: June 27th, 1998. 9:48 pm (post meridiem)*
*Location: Mikey's Room*
I shot up the stairs, and into Mikey's room, slamming the door shut behind me. I threw myself on Mikey's bed, burying my face into my best friends pillow. I started to cry, "I'm going to miss you Mikey..." I wailed into the pillow.
The door opened up, and then closed, then the bed dipped beneath another persons weight. "You okay, buddy?" Spencer spoke, placing his hand on my mid back. I pulled my face out of the pillow and crawled over to Spencer.
Spencer held me tightly to his chest.
Over the past year, Spencer and I had gotten really close, and I think we had a connection, I think he had feelings for me, and I definitely had feelings for him, but it was kind of just... unspoken.
I curled my fingers into Spencer's shirt, and placed my chin on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, Patrick." He told me, rubbing his thumbs in circles on the small of my back. I pulled my fingers from his shirt and used my now free hand to wipe my wet face.
I tilted my head up to look at Spencer. He removed one of his hands from my waist, and placed it on my cheek, "Don't cry. It streaks your pretty face." He told me. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I knew I was blushing.
"Patrick, have you ever kissed anyone?" Spencer asked me suddenly.
"I... I uh... no..." I said awkwardly.
And then he caught my mouth with his.
And then I felt like my face and ears were on fire.
The kiss was gently, and caring. I was taken aback by the gesture.
"Happy late birthday." Spencer told me once he pulled away.
"Really late." I said, chuckling quietly.
"Do you guys want some hot chocolate and cookies?" Andy was at the door, which was still closed.
"Sure." Spencer called back.
"Alright, I'll come up and get you when everything is ready." Andy called through the door, and then I heard him descending the stairs.

Notes

Who can find the hidden/very obvious song reference?
It feels really weird writing with religion, because I myself am an atheist, but it seemed to make sense.
Frank's boyfriend always dies in a car crash with me, apparently.
Also thought I'd give you guys a little bit of fluff.
Oh my god, guys! I completely forgot about Ray!

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