Time Stamp: 10:45 am. October 10th, 1998.
Location: Kings (A diner in the middle of town)
Ronnie's Point of View
I cannot believe that I agreed to meet Jamia here. I was forty-five minutes late in hopes that she would lose hope that I would come and just leave... she didn't. I walked into the diner, and there she was sitting in the corner of the room.
She narrowed her eyes when she saw me, and got to her feet, her skirt flouncing up when she stood. "Maybe you should wear tights with that. Nice panties." I said as she approached me. She got the most disgusted look I've ever seen and struck me hard right across the face, "Ow! Son of a bitch!" I shouted. "I'm a girl." She said in a huff.
We sat down, and what she asked me was unbelievable. What I answered was even worse. I feel horrible looking back on it.
"I need you to do me favor." She said.
I quirked an eyebrow, "What kind of favor?"
"I need you to spy on Frank, and get those notes from him. Do whatever it takes, got it?"
This is the bad part.
"Alright fine."
A smirk spread across her face, "Good boy! Now order food so we can leave." She said.
"That's not how... oh whatever..." I shook my head, and ordered something to eat. When I left the diner, I had this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked to Frank's house. As I drew near the front door, I felt more and more like backing out.
But I didn't.
I knocked on the door, three loud knocks, and it swung open. "Hey Ronnie..." Frank said cautiously. I saw blonde hair disappearing up the stairs, "Can I come in?" I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets. "N-no!" Frank shouted. He slammed the door in my face. I raised an eyebrow. Something was definitely up...
I walked home and got out my phone, texting Jamia.
From: Ronnie
To: Frank's Bitch Girlfriend
Message: There is most certainly something up. He had someone over today, and I didn't get a good look, but they were blonde. Frank didn't want me inside, also.
This was getting interesting...

Time Stamp: 3:15 pm. October 7th, 1998.
Location: The Way Household
Gerard's Point of View
I ran into the house at full speed, and sure enough, there he was sitting on the couch, "MIKEY!" I shouted. He shot to his feet, vaulted the couch and swept me into a tight hug, which I happily returned. We hugged for about a minute until our mom came in and separated us, "Remember the rules with Mikey here, Gerard." She tisked. We had been going over them all night, and I was sick of them already.
"Gerard, it's so great to see you!" My brother's dirty blonde hair was sticking up wildly, and his rectangular glasses were place precariously on the bridge of his thin nose.
We took big steps away from each other (and he fell over the couch) when my dad entered the room. "Boy's you will be sleeping in separate rooms, and you are to keep your doors locked, got it?" He said. We nodded, "Yes sir." We said in unison.
"Mikey! You have to meet my friend!" I shouted suddenly, before grabbing his wrist and dragging him out the door.
My mom yelled something about sex after us, as I shoved Mikey into the car.
I drove to the park, and then dialed Frank's number (he had given it to me, just in case).
"Hello?"
I smiled when I heard his voice, "Hey! Are you busy?"
"Nope. Jamia's sick as fucking dog, so I'm free all week." He answered into the phone.
"Can we come over?" I asked.
"Who's we?" He asked.
"Hi!" Mikey shouted.
"Who's that?" Frank inquired.
"You'll see if we can come over!" I answered.
"Yeah, yeah, fine, alright!" He said, and I could hear him smiling.
"Bye!" I said into the phone before hanging up.
I grabbed Mikey's hand and practically dragged him to Frank's house. "I can't keep up, Gee!" He wheezed.
"Oh, suck it up!" I said as I ran across the Iero's front lawn.
I knocked on the door, and it swung open to the tired face of a woman, "Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Gerard. I'm a friend of your son's. This is my brother Mikey." I rushed out.
"Frank has friends?" The woman seemed to perk up a little.
"Yeah..." I said, nodding.
Frank breezed past his mother, and jumped on me. He nearly caused me to fall off the front porch. "Whoa! Calm down Frank!" His mother said.
I saw jealousy light up in my brother's eyes as his jaw clenched.
This should be interesting...

Notes

Sorry for the crappy update...~Suicide Child