Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)

Its been two weeks...
Two weeks since the last time I've spoken to gerard. Two weeks since he's deactivated his account. Two weeks since I've had a full nights sleep and two weeks since the last time I really even had a complete thought that didn't lead to mentioning Gerard.
The only thing that's really been keeping me from driving myself insane was working on a song with Ray. We've already worked out the rhythm and melody. All we needed were lyrics.
He's not too good at writing lyrics so he let me write the song. Not that I'm too good at it either, but I do have some experience.
Though, as I sit here in my empty dorm room, all I could think about is Gerard. I know it sounds crazy. Because I barely know the guy and I'm pretty much obsessing over him. Secretly that is. But I feel connected to him. Like he was meant for me. As absurd as it sounds, it's true.
I've never felt anything like this with anyone. And I mean never. Not even with Jamia. What makes this Gerard guy so different from everyone else? I don't really know.
I sat on my bed, cross legged with my guitar in my hands and my lyric book laying open in front of me. Thinking of anything this song could be about, but nothing good crosses my mind.
Drinking? No. Too cliché. Drugs? Ugh. Even more cliché than the last one. Love? I've never really been in love to know the feeling of how it feels. Let alone write a song about it...
What about... Gerard?...
No! that's insanely creepy.. Even for me.
His name doesn't have to be mentioned in the song. Or the title. He wouldn't know. Nor would anyone else. Only me...
Maybe it wouldn't hurt to write it about him.. I mean its not like he'll be able to see it. Since he's deactivated his Twitter and what not.
I nod, finally deciding that the song would be about Gerard.
Laying back, leaning against the wall, I close my eyes and picture him. With me. I smile, picturing his tall figure in front of me. his beautiful hazel eyes shining as he smiles towards me.
I reach out towards his hands, trying to pull him towards me, but he just frowns and walks away. Fading into the blackness of my closed eyes.
I open them with a sigh. Feeling my heart sink again at the thought of never being able to speak to Gerard again.
As soon as I lay my eyes on my lyric book, I grab it and begin to write..

"Frank, is the song ready?" Ray asks as he entered my dorm and sat at the edge of my bed.
I nod handing him my lyric book that was opened to the song I had just finished writing for the last three hours. "I've written the chords in the space under the lyrics."
He stares intently at the page. "It seems a bit dark. Who is the song about?" His eyes don't leave the page, as if he were studying each and every word.
My breathing pauses but I don't think Ray notices. "No one. I just thought it would be good to experiment. You know, write about something I'm not used to." I half grin, knowing that was almost a complete lie.
He nods. "Well, it's a good song. Dark, but good." He chuckles.
"Want to go practice it now?" I ask.
"Hell yeah."
"Do you have the camera?"
He nods, pulling it out from his back pocket.
"Let's go then" I smile as I grab my guitar and lyric book and made my way towards my door.
"I'll need my guitar, meet me back there while I go grab it from my dorm." He follows behind me, out the door.
I nod. "Fine."
I get to the performance lab hall and enter one of the last empty ones. As I wait for Ray, I began to set up all the mics, speakers and amps.
It was a long ten minutes before Ray walks into the room, with some other guy who was carrying a tripod.
"I thought we would need a drummer." Ray smiles and glances at the man next to him..
I grin, glancing at the guy who walked in with him.
"I met him at a party a week ago. He said he was good with the drums, so I thought he'd help us with the song."
I nod. "Thanks for helping us out, man. what's your name?"
"No problem. I'm Matt Pelissier." He grins. We shake hands then he goes over to one of the large lab closets and pulls out a drum set. "I'll need time to set this up."
Ray and I nod. "I'll need to get the camera ready any way." Ray says.
Another twenty minutes pass, and we were all finally ready to begin practicing.
The two of us stood in our places and Ray started up the video camera.

After about an hour, a few screw ups and several tries we started to finally get the song perfectly in tune with each instrument and rhythm.
"Okay, this is our last try. We either get this or we don't." Ray states as he fixes the angle of the camera and goes back to his spot.
Matt and I nod, readying ourselves again.
For a final time, Ray and I began the intro. Slow and melodic.
"Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets." i sang as matt slowly began his part.
"I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything." we slowly speed up the rhythm of the song.
"I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every..."I stop singing for a minute or two as Ray and Matt played their gentle instrumental.
"All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this [x4]"
The instrumental speeds up. "As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever."
We finish playing the song and Ray turns off the camera, smiling. "That was really good!"
"I'll edit the video and send it you when it's done" He cheerfully adds.
I nod, silently turning off the amps and the mics.
After packing up all of the equipment, we head back to our dorms after saying goodbye to each other.

Later that night, I'm on my laptop when I get an email from Ray.
From: Ray Toro
Subject: ..I don't remember you naming the song...
Msg:
"Here's the finished video file.(song.mp4) I added it to my youtube channel, if you want me to take it down. I will. Here's the link. [x] do with it, what you will."
I sigh and save the video file onto my laptop, then go on twitter.
I begin typing a caption next to the link of the video on Ray's youtube channel.
"Check out the rad song I worked on with @raytoro and rad guy @mattpelissier!! This may be one of the most close to heart songs I've ever written."
Once I finish making the status, I post it and close my laptop. I lay back on my bed then grab my phone from night stand and go on the twitter app. without thinking, I go to my messages.
I know exactly what I want to see, but it'll never show. And that was Gerard's name in bold, telling me I had a new message from him. His name pretty much disappeared the next morning after that skype call we had two weeks ago. I don't even know if he ever saw my last message. Maybe it was my fault he deactivated his account. It would make sense since I was the one who, without warning, played a sick joke on him.. Well, the guy who walked in on him, but still.. Ugh. I know it shouldn't have hurt that his account is no longer active, but it did. Maybe I'm just being an over obsessive girl and I need to move on. Yeah. Move on...

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