Dead.

Frank:

I stood there, looking into the eyes of Mikey who gave out his name. I froze when Gerard’s voice rang inside my head, “Never give out your name, kid.” I felt Toro brush past me, our shoulders touched softly. I waited until I couldn’t hear his shoes anymore, I waited until he was far off in the distance. I choked out the words, “Mikey-"

Mikey didn’t make eye contact, “I freaked out.” I could tell he was sorry, but I wasn’t in the mood for his excuse. I tightened my jaw, but relaxed it after sighing heavily. I said, my voice muffling though the palms of my hands, “It doesn’t matter. It’s a small town. He would've found out soon.” I didn’t mean the words, “It doesn’t matter” but Mikey was scared already. I didn’t want to frighten him away into Gee’s arms.

I rested my hands down to my side before glancing at Mikey, “I got us lattes.”

Mikey muttered, his hand reached over to rub his free arm, “I don’t want any…”

“Sure you do.” I smiled softly, “Take it...it cost me $3.50.” I almost laughed.

I can see a grin forming on his lips. He didn’t hesitate to take the cup of latte from my hands, taking in the warmth. He took a sip, and his eyes widen. He smiled, “Pumpkin spice?”

I nodded, “Fucking amazing, huh?”

Mikey grinned as he took a couple more sip before walking beside me. I kept a high alert for Gerard. I knew he was a sneaky bastard, even during the brisk of morning. Mikey kept a good pace beside me, I can hear his sneakers drag against the cement.

“Mikey,” I kept walking, “I need you to know that even if you identify me as a ravage killer, I’m not...well, not really-kinda.” I shook my head, trying to get back to my point, “You mean a lot to me-in a huge friend kinda way. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, not intentionally.”

Mikey’s sneakers continued dragging against the pavement. He didn’t say a word. I couldn’t look him in the eye, “I know you’re a major pacifist, and being practically forced to be around me-but I need you to know that I’m sorry...I don’t really feel like I am, but I know I am-it’s hard to explain.” I almost laughed.

Mikey’s lack of communication made me spectacle. I stopped in my tracks, and so did his white converse. I stared down at his sneakers. They were torn. Just when I was about to make a move, hands forced onto my shoulders, pushing me into the nearest dark alley. Pain shot through my back when my body was forced to collide with the brick wall.

I was staring into beautiful hazel eyes filled with rage, love, and torment.

Gerard unhandled me. His muscles relaxed, “You can’t be wearing that fucking hoodie, I thought you were Mikey.”

“Mikey fled, I’m guessing.” I assumed, taking in breaths from the confrontation.

Gerard placed his hands onto his hips, "He's a good runner..." He looked at me, “So, uh, you’re sorry?”

“I don’t get how you mistaken me for Mikey,” I brushed off my shoulders, “You don’t recognize my voice or what?” I almost felt disgusted-that was until I met eyes with Gee. He walked over, his hips moving side to side slightly. He said with an annoyed tone, “It’s not that I don’t recognize your voice...I was too focused on killing you, thinking you were Mikey...and it seemed you were too focused on your words, you didn't hear him run.”

“Psht, sure.” I said, referring to what he said about my voice.

Gee frowned, “Your voice is the most amazing thing I ever heard. I love hearing it.”

I blushed slightly, my body heated up in affection. I coughed out my words, “Shut up, Gee-”

“Don’t you love my voice?” Annoyed shifted to sexy, “I remember you would place your head on my chest in the middle of night, I would speak, and you would smile in your sleep.” Gerard leaned in, “I think you do love it-but maybe that changed, huh?”

I shook my head, “No, I...I really love your voice. It calms me, makes me feel secure and very happy.”

“Happy?” His fingers played with my hair, “I make you happy?” His smile was more of a chaotic grin, and I loved it so much.

“You make me more than that, Gee.” I stared up at him, “You make everything so much better. I...I like to get up in the morning because I know I get to see you, hear you, feel you.”

Gerard frowned slightly, “And now?”

“And now...I hate mornings.”

“Why’s that?”

I looked away before pushing past him, “Because I know you’re confused. You’re too obsessive. You don’t understand how much it kills me to say, I might have to kill you.”

Gerard’s voice softened, “You said that last time-and we made up-”

“No, this time I mean it.” My eyes started to tear up, “Don’t you love me?”

I can hear Gerard’s footsteps draw in closer. His arms wrapped around my body, “Of course I do. You make killing look like a joke. Nothing compares to how much I love you.”

“Then why? Why can’t you understand that Mikey could live? Why can’t you understand that I want him to live? For me, Gerard.” My tears dropped onto Gerard’s arms. The holding lasted for 10 seconds, until Gerard dropped his hands and whispered, “I can’t. I do love you, but you have to understand from my point of view. Don't be so selfless." His lips touched my neck softly. He muffled, “If you feel like you need to kill me, I have to defend myself.”

I sighed, “I know.”

His lips laid a kiss upon my neck, sending chills throughout my body in lust. He walked past me, heading to the light at the end of the alley. He called out, “Game on, baby...game on.”

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