Vanya's P.O.V

Franks funeral was in less than two hours. I pull my hair up into a messy bun and stare at my reflection. Gerard was in his bed room getting dressed while I sat all alone in his bathroom. I sigh, unsure of whether or not I was going to be able to handle this. Frank...my best friend...
"Vanya?"
"What?" I ask, turning around to face Mikey.
"Are you ready to get going? It's and hour long ride to the church."
"I...I don't know..." I feel tears brimming my eyes again. Mikey makes his way over and hugs me tight.
" He was my best friend too you know." He whispers.
"I know."
Mikey and I both stood there while I wiped away stray tears. Gerard walks in quietly. He doesn't say anything to me or Mikey. He didn't need to.