Fight, My Love

"POV Frank"

After having thought of starting a band it started to hit us it was such a great idea and it would be so much fun. The day after my guitar concert, during lunch we talked about if it's actually a rational thought, a band name, what time we would practice, and a place to practice. Mikey and Gerard agreed we could practice in their garage on Saturdays and Ray said his place was fine for any day, so we agreed on practicing at Ray's on Wednesday, to go home together and practice till 4, and at the Way's place on Saturdays from 12am, have lunch together and practice till whenever we felt necessary. The nice thing is, we didn't really have great plans for our band or anything, so we could always just end it or start chilling after practicing for half an hour or so. It was Wednesday today so we agreed to meet up after at Ray's so we could go home and get our instruments. Right before our next class started we all called our parents to make sure if we could actually, you know, do the whole band thing. My mom said it was fine, as long as my grades stay up. The rest of the parents were also all cool with it. We split up when walking to our different classes. Gerard and I had started openly dating about a week ago, and nobody has really said anything about how "being gay is horrible and all gays go to hell", which I was very happy with. Some people have even shared happiness for us. So when walking to class, Gerard and I held hands and right before we entered class he said, "I'm so glad to have found you and that you feel the same way about me. I don't think I could survive without you" and kissed my forehead. I simply blushed like a moron and whispered back I couldn't live without him either and lightly pulled him into the classroom. We sat in almost the very back and discussed a band name, pathetic as I am I couldn't think of anything good, and Gerard didn't seem to have any ideas either. We didn't learn anything new this lesson during chemistry since I was thinking of a band name and looked outside most of the time while Gerard was doodling. At the end of the class I suddenly thought of something. It seemed like a bad name to me but hey, Gerard never judged me and maybe he liked it. When we had packed up and were walking towards the door, I locked my hand with his and whispered, "My Chemical Romance?" He looked at me like he didn't understand what I meant. I started blushing and suddenly I saw a grin spread across his face and his eyes light up."Frank, that's amazing." I smiled and kissed his cheek while walking towards our last class of the day. The last hour of school seemed like forever since we wanted to tell the rest about the name and to start practice. When we proposed the name after school, the rest agreed immediately. We all went home to get our stuff and agreed to meet at Ray's in 45 minutes. I rushed home on my bike feeling the cold wind in my face. I was actually so excited it felt like nobody could ruin my life, this day, this plan. Until I got home. My mom had said she'd be home early today, so I was excited I could talk to her for a bit when I got home before leaving again. After having a snack and some water, my mom had still not arrived. I assumed there was a unplanned meeting and she couldn't make it early. I decided to get going, and grabbed my guitar and a jacket since I knew it'd get cold tonight. I was planning on going home with Gerard to lay on top of their roof. Gerard had showed me the rooftop a while ago and I had fallen in love with the dim stars that lit up the entire sky. I sighed and walked out of the house again. I decided to take my car since Ray lived about 15 minute drive and I wanted to get there quickly. I opened the trunk and placed my guitar. I then walked around to the drivers seat, opened the door, and sat down. That's when I heard the sirens entering my street. I was curious as to what had happened, so I stayed for a bit. To my surprise, the police car parked on our drive way. I was suddenly very worried as I opened the door. One of the cops was a women, she spoke with a stern voice, "Hello, are you Frank Iero?" I was shaking, I didn't want to speak since I knew my voice would shake and it'd sound weak and lost. I felt, almost automatically, my head bob up and down. With a small voice I answered, "Yes, I am. Is there something wrong?" She told me it had to do with my mom. I couldn't breathe. If something serious happened to my mom, I'm actually not sure what'd happen. Would I have to go live with my dad? Or in an orphanage? Both sound equally awful. She spoke on with a calm voice, telling me not to worry too much, but my mom is in the hospital because she was in a car accident. I, shockingly, could speak. My voice quivered a bit but that was it. "Do I just stay at home for the time being until she can come back?" She said yes but she did recommend for me to maybe stay with a friend for a few days since I'm not old enough to stay home alone for very long and I need supervision. At most it'd take 4 weeks to heal, which of she can spend at least one at home. Most of the time after will consist of rehabilitation and picking up our lives again. "Can I see her?" The words hung heavy in the air as I looked at her. She answered after what seemed like forever. It suddenly sounded as if she was very tired, "Yes, yes you can. But she needs to rest for the next few days, so you can come see her on Friday." Friday is in 2 days, and that seems like forever to me right now. After I thanked her I called Gerard to say I wasn't going to come but I had to ask him an important question tomorrow. He had just been a bit sad we couldn't start today, but said it was fine. He then asked if he could call or come over later. I said he could come around 5 if he wanted, though he'd probably still be with the rest. I was shaking uncontrollably. Thinking about what would happen if I actually lost my mom, tears started welling up and just a moment later I couldn't stop it. I was leaning on my car for support, crying. I was so shaky and my breath was basically gasping for air, but eventually I got control of myself and opened the trunk. I then slowly got my guitar out of the trunk and wobbled inside. I shut the door and walked to the couch with the support of the wall. That's where I sat thinking and crying for the next half hour, at least. I shook less, and could finally breathe normally. Checking my watch I saw it was 5.03 meaning Gerard was probably not coming since if he comes, he's either on the clock or earlier. I sighed and got a glass of water. The entire house seemed so much quieter than I was used to. Darkness was starting creep through the windows and only a few rays of sunlight escaped the horizon. I sighed with so many thoughts rushing through my mind while walking upstairs. I felt really tired even though it was only 6pm. I thought of the band, Gerard, but most of all, my mom. What she has done for me, what has happened, and most of all, what will happen. After a bit there was so much to think about, I ended up thinking of nothing. I looked out the window, seeing only a few very dim light from the car lights and street lights, below my window. I shut my eyes and all I heard were the cars rushing past. I opened my eyes while I took off my skinny jeans and got into bed. Even though it felt like I would be up for hours thinking, I was exhausted and asleep within 10 minutes.

Notes

I have so many tests and quizzes and projects due this week and I'm sick and I have 2 soccer games and it's the last week of the term and omF I'm so stressed, tired, and sick rip.

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