Sing It Out

*A few weeks later*

Gerard and I have been constantly around each other since the day I woke up. The press was all over us as they got updated with my health and our relationship. Gerard, being a protective boyfriend, always made sure I wasn't always in the spotlight, I never really liked it as much as him.
We mainly walked around and visited people I haven't seen in a while. We visited my mom, who broke down as soon as she saw me and grieved for my- illness. I managed to calm her down and explain the whole situation, she seemed to understand in the end and eventually allowed us to leave after we all embraced in a tight hug for at least five minutes. We went to see Mrs Way and Mikey, who were relieved to see us happy again, and together. Mrs Way kept on reminding us how proud she was and that she would never ever disown or be disappointed in us, which was a relief. Mikey was slightly more reluctant, but after we confronted him, he began to smile once more and continue with his jokes and comments, oh how I have missed him!
After, we went to see Ray for a bit and catch up, he took it easier than the rest, but I guess he knew how hard it was to speak of the last few years. 

"There's one more person we need to see." Gerard said wearily and I knew exactly who he meant. We got into his car and traveled to the place I ran away from so many years ago. Fear and worry creeped around my body as we got closer and closer to our destination, Gerard placed a reassuring hand on my leg which calmed me slightly. 
After ten minutes , we had arrived at the cemetery for which our friend lay six feet under. As I ran away last time, I really didn't know where he was laid, so I let Gerard lead the way. We only managed a few minutes before I began to shake uncontrollably and noticed that my cheeks were damp from tears. Before I knew it, arms were wrapped around me and a warm breath could be felt next to my ear. 
"Its okay Frankie, you can do this. Once you do this, you'll feel so much better." he reassured before planting a soft kiss to my cheek and a smile that lit up his face. 
"Okay," I breathed and smiled back. We continued until Gerard came to a stop with a sigh and a squeeze of my hand. 
"Here we are-" he confirmed. 

I stared intensively at the gravestone, marble and black that had engraved on it 'Here lies Bob Bryar, loving teacher, son and Friend. Finally at peace. RIP' centrally. Tears threatened to burst, but I somehow managed to hold them back for now. I knelt slowly in front of the grave, not caring that the ground was cold and wet and placed my hands in my lap. 
"Hi Bob-" I began and almost cursed myself. I could feel the negative vibes coming from behind me as Gerard tried to conceal his crys. 
"It's been a while old friend, too long. I just wanted to let you know that not a day passes by without me thinking of you or missing you. You truely was amazing and I meant everything I said before I ran like a coward. It's a good job you can't here the news anymore, I'm so afraid that you'd be disappointed in me. But that will change. I WILL change." I said with a little more confidence. 
"I miss you buddy, I hope you're at peace and have everything you've ever dreamed of having, because you deserve it. I love you bud." I finished before resting my head against the gravestone. A pair of arms snaked around me as Gerard pulled me up to face him.
"I love you." was all he said as he stared into my eyes. 
"I love you too," I replied shakily. 

We exited the cemetery swiftly and before I knew it, we was back in Gerard's car. 
"I don't want to go home-" he sighed. I nodded my head in agreement. 
"We need to do something more... Uplifting." he said once more. Before I could reply, he stuck the keys into the ignition and he brought he car back to life with a low hum. 
"Where are we going?" I queried. He only turned his head a smiled. 
"Ive been wanting to take you here for ages." was all he said before he shifted the gears around and we began our journey. 


*An hour later*

I began to wonder if we were ever going to get there or if Gerard actually knew where he was going before the car came to An abrupt halt. 
"Were here!" he sang as he jumped out of the car, appeared next to me and helped me out. Such a gentleman. I rested my head on his shoulder as he snaked an arm around my waist. Sure we got some dodgy looks and sneers, but I don't give a fuck, they're just jealous that I can get a smoking hot boyfriend like Gerard! I laughed at their misfortune. 
"What are you Giggling about?" he teased as he slightly tickled my side. 
"I'm just thinking how fucking amazing you are," I simply replied as he shrugged his shoulders, almost as if he agreed. 
"I am extraordinary."
"Yes, yes you are." I was so proud of how Far he's come. From being the quiet outcast in school to being a fiery, sassy, sexy, confident and incredible person he is today, he has outstanded us all. It's amazing. He pulled me back as he stared up at a sign. 
'Billie's Comics' it read simply. I looked around, confused and noticed that there was three shops, separate, but obviously ran by the same person as it read 'Billie's Music' and 'Billie's Tats' which made me smile. This looked like the kind of place Gerard would adore. We barely even stepped into the store, Billie's comics, before we could hear a chant and a whoop from the back of the joint. 
"Gerard motherfucking Way!" came the voice, loud, gritty yet confident and soothing. What?!
"Billie Joe motherfucking Armstrong!" Gerard shouted back as the figure stepped forwards. Everything about him screamed punk, from his clothing to his kick ass, roughed up jet black hair that complimented to his look greatly. He was quite short, but who is in punk music that isn't short nowadays?! 
"Is this-" Billie began. 
"Yes, this is the one and only Frank Iero." Gerard confirmed. Billie looked at me and a toothy grin and shouted for the 'boys' to come over. Two more figures appeared from the darkness and the same grin appeared on their faces. They all looked at me as if I was a national treasure 
"Hi-" I said nervously. 
"Hey Frank! I'm Billie, obviously and these are my staff and close friends, Mike and Trè," he explained as he pointed to the two figures. They all looked high off their heads to be honest, but not as much as the one with bright green hair, Trè.
Holy fuck. 
"Hi!" both the men said at the same time which creeped me out a little. Billie only laughed. 
"I know what you're gonna ask and yes they're probably high as fuck, but who gives a shit?!" he said loudly as he turned to Gerard. 
"So what will it be?"
"Just wanted to show Frankie around, he will love this place." 

I forgot that we was in a comic store before I subconciously began to wonder down each isle, taking in all the extravagant art and colours that covered each shelf. 
"Frank! Come over through this door, you'll love this!" called Gerard and I followed his voice. I made my way through ans I was met with darkness before a flick of the switch and the store came to life. Rows upon ross of gorgeous guitars, bass and string instruments of all kinds linked each wall and ever possible stand that was placed precisely. 
"This is mainly my shop, I love guitars as if they were all my children." Billie smiled. He reconstructed himself and turned to face me. 
"What guitars do you like?" was all he asked. I rocked my brain and came out with one answer. 
"Well, I love Les Pauls, but they're heavy as fuck," I said and he smiled. 
"Ah, good choice, I prefer Fenders, but hey ho, you win some you loose some." he laughed as he made his way down one isle. I thought he left me before he came back holding the most beautiful inanimate object I have seen in my life.
"This Frank, is a -" 
"Epiphone Les Paul Traditional!" I breathed as Billie chuckled at my happiness. 
"You, Frank I like you, you seem so... Fresh, so high spirited and passionate." he said. I blushed at his comment as he pushed the guitar into my hands. 
"Try it out!" he asked- well, demanded as he grabbed a blue Fender from behind the desk. I began picking at the chords to get a general feel for it and soon enough I was playing my part from our song 'Thank You For The Venom'. Billie picked up and played along with simple chords and I realized that he was an amazing guitarist. He looked almost at home or in his own heaven, how I wish I looked like that when I played. He stared down lovingly at his beauty as we played and played for ages. 

Soon enough, I could hear Gerards voice accompanied by two other guys's, Mike and Trè. 
"Hey Billie, it's our turn to have Frank!" Trè mocked as he grabbed me by my arm. I laughed and handed the guitar back. 
"I'll make sure it's always here for you." Billie reassured as I'm dragged through another door. A gritty smell of paint and something odd tickled my nose as I looked around the place. This must be the tattoo parlor. 
"I'm mainly in here but Trè likes to join me sometimes." Mike explained. I looked around excitedly as I could see Gerard tense up beside me. I approached him cautiously. 
"You can go and talk to Billie in there if you want, I know you're scared of needles." I told him. He softened and nodded his head. Without another word he exited the room and left me with the two men. 
"He loves tattoos, he just is terrified of the needles, poor thing." Mike said. I nodded and I allowed him to guide me to a group of posters on the wall. 
This is a collection of all the sketches we have designed, but nobody has ever had one done. We don't get that much service anymore but it's a friend thing now. We're all so bloody close." he explained to me. My eyes brushed over all the designs and each one of them screamed individuality and beauty before I laid my eyes upon one that was truly incredible.
My hand stroked the detailed, elegant scorpion that was collecting dust on the wall. Mike chuckled. 
"You like that huh?" he asked me. 
"Yes! It's incredible!" I exclaimed as an idea hatched in my head. 
"Trè, do you think you can keep Gerard out of here for a bit?" I asked the crazy, green haired man. 
"Erh, yeah why?" 
"I want that." I said as I pointed at the scorpion and then my neck. "Here," 
"Woah man that would look fucking awesome there! We can so do this and being as you're rad as fuck, I'll do it for free." he said as he got all his equipment. Trè left the room hurriedly to find Gerard as I laid on the chair, ready for Mike. 
"Gerard's not going to be able to keep his eyes off you." he warned me. I only smiled. 
"That's the plan."

Notes

Eeeeey cheeky Frank!
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