The Kids From Yesterday

FRANK'S POV

Gerard followed me up to my bedroom and shut the door behind us before sitting beside me on the bed. I stared at the floor, not knowing what i should be feeling. Should i have shut my parents out like that? Should i have given him another chance? He couldn't even look at me. Was he ashamed at himself... Or me?
Gerard put his arm around my shoulder. I should have been feeling something, i know i should have. Guilt, betrayal, anger, confusion ... Instead i just felt stunned. Like i was waiting for the rush of emotion which would later come, but... For a different reason. A much worse reason.

Gerard stayed over that night. We didn't talk much. I think he knew i needed time to think, but couldn't bear to leave me alone. He pulled the double mattress in on the floor again and we slept on that. We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up thinking that today was going to be a better day.
How wrong we were.

GERARD'S POV

Like yesterday, we didn't talk much. I wanted to give him space, but was torn between leaving and staying. So i just kept quiet. It wasn't an awkward slience though. It was natural to us to just be. We didn't feel the need to fill the silences chatter. We just enjoyed each other's company. After we were dressed, we were watching a movie when i got the call.
i reached into my pocket to get my buzzing phone. It was Mikey. I rolled my eyes and ignored it. I smiled at Frank, who did his best to force a very inconvincing grin. Not two seconds after i got another call. It was Mikey again. This worried me. usually when i ignored him, he just went back to doing something and waited until i got home to tell me. It must be urgent. I picked it up this time, concern colouring my voice.
"Hello?"
"Gerard?" Something was wrong. I could tell from that one word Mikey was crying, or about to cry. His voice cracked halfway through the word, and i could hear sobbing in the back ground.
"Mikey, what's wrong?" I stood up, and Frank stood too, worried.
"Just get home, Gee. Something's happened. I can't tell you over the phone, but ... Just get here."
"Mikey-"
I heard the beeping of the phone being put down. Stunned, I looked at Frank, and he stared back confused.
"Something's wrong. I have to get home."

Frank refused to let me deal with whatever it was alone, so he helped me get together what little belongings i had with me and we practically ran around the corner and up the hill.
When we got to the house, there were a couple of police cars outside. We froze. Oh no. Oh, no....
Whatver it was, it was bad. i felt my stomach drop as my heart began to race. I panicked, and grabbed Frank's hand. We full-on sprinted to my door, and Frank didn't protest. I think he was worried too. I hammered onto the door, and it was opened by Mikey. I had one glance of his red, tear-stained face before he threw his arms around me and began sobbing into my shoulder. My stomach dropped even more, and it felt like the bottom had just fell out. My heart ached to see Mikey like this.
"Mikey, what's wrong?" i asked, panicking even more.
"Gerard, it's dad..." At this my heart literally skipped a beat. Frank froze beside me. "He's dead. Gerard, dads dead..." He sobbed harder than I'd ever seen him sob before.

Several emotions passed through me in the same thirty seconds. Confusion, disbelief, shock .... Then a crushing sadness. It seemed to pull everything inside of me down. My heart, my stomach. It pricked tears in my eyes. My throat closed a little.
"What - how-?" i croaked, before a police officer walked out of the living room, holding his badge up.
"Gerard Way?"
I nodded slowly, the tears spilling down my cheeks as Mikey started practically hyperventilating.
"I'm sorry to inform you that last night, at 1am, Arthur Way was killed in a car accident. I am very sorry for your loss."
At this, i couldn't take it anymore. I swear i felt my heart literally being torn into. The tears were practically a water fall now. I started hyperventilating too, and i clung to Mikey. Frank hugged us both, and i knew it must be destroying him to see me like this, but i was too distracted by the pain. It hurt. It felt so emotionally painful that it was almost a physical pain. My dad was dead. I was never going to see the smile that crinkled his eyes that reminded me of a feather. I was never going to hear that rough, throaty laugh again. Never see those hazel eyes that so resembled mine. Never going to be playfully slapped on the back by those strong hands, or watch him shout at the TV. And mom ...
"Where's mom?" i Sobbed.
"Mrs Way is in the living room." the police officer said. I'd forgotten he was still here. Mikey squeezed me one more time before leading me into the living room, which was crowded with my mom, a few police officers, Ray and my gran. Mom was on the sofa facing away from me. I could see her head over the top of the cushion. It was shaking as she cried into a tissue. Me and Mikey rushed over to her and hugged her from either side, and she wrapped and arm around both of us. We all sat there for a good fifteen minutes just sobbing, holding each other as tightly as was possible.
My dad was really gone.

Notes

Hey guyssss .... So. Sorry this is so depressing. It was meant to try and trigger some feels, i dunno. I hope ... Well, i don't hope you enjoyed it, but i hope it kept you occupied at least. Peace out.