Look At All The Lonely People

Where do I start? So much has happened. I guess I'll start from the day everything concluded. Start from the end. Graduation.

'To school for showing me how much I hate people.' Everyone laughed. 'To school for giving me friendships that'll last a lifetime.' Everyone smiled. 'To school for helping me find the perfect person.' Everyone cooed and Pete whooped. 'To school.' I said simply holding up my glass of some poisoned concoction. The small crowd clapped as I sat back down on my armchair. I'd claimed it now. Even though it sat in Patrick's front room I still claimed that it was mine. I might actually take it with me when I move.

'I would like to say something.' Patrick piped up slightly. He stood up and Pete untangled his arms from around him. Oh yeah, that was a thing. Pete and Patrick have been going for like 5 months now? How cool is that? They are the perfect couple. Unlike me and you. We are messy and unfathomably fucked. But I love us more. I love you more.

'I love you guys. And we are all moving on soon. Gerard off to art school in New York. Pete and I are off to Philadelphia and Ray and Mikey still got a year left. Dallons going to LA. Fall Out Boy are fucking signed guys! Tour ready! And I'm so proud of us. We've made it.' Everyone was sorta smiling up at Patrick like he was telling us all prophecies of the future. Like he was a god. 'I never thought we'd make it. God I remember just a year ago Gerard was ready to give up and Pete was so close to putting down the bass indefinitely. But here we are.' Joe quickly stood up and hugged Patrick tightly.

Everything wasn't emotional. That isn’t our style.

'Fuck man! We made it! You're right.' We all laughed at Joe, he had obviously had a little more to drink that the rest of us. Patrick tapped his back and they both say back down.

'We have summer though right?' Mikey muttered from under his glasses.

'Well. No, Gees off to Chicago in a week.' My heart fluttered at this point. A week till I see you.

'The band goes off on tour in 2 weeks.' Pete was smiling sadly at the thought of us all going out separate ways. Oh! I almost forgot. Remind me to tell you that we need to get tickets for FOB Chicago gig! We have to be front row!

'We can do a lot in a week.' Mikey said optimistically while pulling at the paper on his beer bottle.

That night kinda blurs after that it sorta just tipples into sleep. But I remember waking up to the worst headache imaginable. My first hangover and what do I do I call you and I tell you. You probably don't remember. Maybe you do. I tell you that I hurt all over and I ask you to make it all better so you play your guitar for me and you make me promise never to get drunk again because you worry about me and you don't want me to get hurt.

Then you say you have to go and I tell you not to miss me too much and you say it's too late...

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Fast forward two days and Mikey has planned this 5-day road trip he'd hired a camper van and he'd already cleared it with all our parents.

'One last go, one last adventure.' He squealed excitedly as he bounced on my bed and roused me from my dreams. He does that a lot.

Once I had a dream that I was Mario and you were Princess Peach, but that's a story for another day.

'I would happily oblige to your outrageous plans.' I grumbled my eyes still closed hoping for sleep to take me once again. 'If you didn't wake me up like this every god damn time you eat too many E numbers!' Mikey giggled furiously tumbling off the bed and landing on my shabby grey carpet. I slowly slouched up to a sitting position and weakly peeled my eyes open scanning the room for Mikey.

'I know, I know! You said last time that if I woke you up like that again you would skin me. But this is different. This isn't a snow day or Christmas...no, no, no....Gerard Way this is a trip of a lifetime!' Mikey seemed to slowly slip from New Jersey nerdy kid to weird sorcery wizard in the space of a sentence. I seriously thought he was going to ask if I wanted to try and slay the dragon or outwit some trolls.

'Trip of a lifetime? Seriously Mikes? Unless Mom is finally taking us to London then I don't see this being much of a life changing trip.' I rolled over and pushed my face into my pillow willing it to suck me in an alternative reality.

'Come on G' he whined plopping his head down onto the mattress causing it to dip slightly. 'Me, you and the guys. One last adventure.' I giggled at Mikey's puppy dog eyes and his little smile.
'And Mom and Dad said yes?' I questioned and Mikey nodded in response looking too excited. 'I guess, when do we leave?' Mikey jumped up and off the bed scurrying around quickly gathering my clothes up into a bundle until his face was covered.

'Now!' He squealed throwing the bundle onto my half sleeping form. I groaned but complied. You know what Mikey is like when he gets excited, it's hard to resist.

Everything went in fast forward for the next ten hours.

I went down the stairs after showering and packing and found everyone around our kitchen table eat pancakes and looking at map on the east coast. They had planned it all out a day in NYC and Phili, then a day in Washington, then a whole a day by the sea Ocean city all the way to Virginia Beach. Then an overnight drive to Orlando and then we would spend our last day there and then the night in Miami. It sounded amazing. I just wished you could be here. We leave tomorrow and all I want is for you to be here. I guess that's selfish though. I see you in a week and I'll have you all to myself, but Mikey's right, for once, this will be a trip of a lifetime. I just wish you can see it with me.

I guess there is so much I need to update you on. But this is today's update. I look forward to yours. I love you.

xoGeexo'

Frank smiled down at his laptop screen which was balanced on his tiny table he was given. This was what they'd been doing for the past three months. Emailing each other every other day about what's been going on and phone calls every night. Frank longed to see Gee again. Tomorrow was the first time he was getting to see Gerard in 4 months. His Gee-bear.

With his now blonde hair, he had changed it 2 more times, his dark eyes and captivating smile. He was on the phone to him just 10 hours previous where he was rambling on about how much he missed him and how he was going to be counting down the days till he came to Chicago; only if he knew Frank and Mikey's plan. His voice was something Frank missed the most. His kiss was second. His smell third. He always smelt of lavender, coffee, paint, and cigarettes. Frank understood the latter three, but always imagined Gerard rolling around in a lavender field naked every morning.

Frank shook his head at the image of a naked Gerard. That was an issue as well. He was a teenage boy and Gerard and he was always flirting and sometimes Frank would go too far. Gerard had this rule. He wanted them to keep things PG between them while they were apart. It was torture for both of them, but Frank more.

He missed him and he wasn't at all surprised that they had lasted this long, he was more surprised that he hadn't lost his mind. He had so much faith in him and Gee, but he had little faith in his own patience.

Frank was whipped from his thoughts my the light above him flashing to signal he had to put his seatbelt back on. In twenty minutes he'd be landing in New Jersey to surprise his beautiful boyfriend and he couldn't wait.

Frank hated flying. With all the passion in the world, he hated those big metal birds of death and their breaking of the basic laws of physics. Like how were they able to stay up there for so long and just fly through the sky. He hated the fact that at any point the plane could just drop from the sky and he would die and everyone around him would die and he was hyperventilating again.

He quickly stuffed his earphones in and started to breathe normally as some song was blasting into his ears and absorbing all his senses in bass lines and guitar riffs. His heart started to rattle off into something that resembled a normal heart beat and then someone tapped him on the shoulder.

'Sir, can you please turn your phone off. It's a danger to the plane's signals.' The women mumbled rolling her eyes as she walked away from him. A danger? He shook his head. The biggest danger here was that they were all in a metal tube that was floating through the fucking sky. He turned his phone off and threw it into his bag. He closed his eyes and tried to picture something happy and not at all the metal tube of death he was currently sitting in.

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Gerard was bumping his knee up and down as he watched his email page load slowly and produce the emails that he hadn't read yet. He scanned them quickly. Twitter, Facebook, spam and Frank. He groaned laying his head on the kitchen table. Mikey looked over at his brother and frowned packing some more supplies into a cool bag.

'Nothing?' Mikey called from across the room knowing exactly what Gerard's actions meant. Gerard groaned again and lifted his head scanned the screen clicking on Franks email he didn't say anything like usually, it was just a really cute selfie of him. Gerard smiled slightly and the turned to Mikey.

'I don't know man, this really cute selfie of Frank is definitely something. Just not the email I was hoping for.' Gerard had been waiting on a reply from art schools for a month now and no one hadn't gotten back to him except for New York. They offered him a place and he was over the moon until New York State university rejected Frank to do English and then he fully decided he wasn't going to New York. He hadn't told anyone else that, mind you.

Mikey wrapped his arms around Gerard and mumbled into his hair 'I have a feeling everything's about to get a little bit better!' Gerard turned his head and looked up at him raising an eyebrow Mikey only smiled before closing the laptop and changing the subject entirely. 'Come on Gee, we need to leave like...now!' He squealed grabbing his rucksack and the cool bag.

'But you said we'd set off at 11.' Gerard groaned pulling himself off of his seat and grabbing his own bag.

'We kinda have to stop somewhere first.' Mikey said mysteriously while he moved out of the room and house. Gerard followed him with concerning eyes, but his questions were never answered.

~~~~~

'The airport?' Gerard questioned from the back of the hired green camper van, Pete had somehow magicked up out of thin air. He never trusted Pete with a thing like this. But Mikey did... It smelled like 4-day old weed and sweat, but everyone seemed happy and smiley as Ray drove the death machine to their destination. Gerard was sat in-between Pete and Dallon who were talking quickly about bass or something Gerard didn’t care about.

'Yeah, just a little detour....' Ray's fro bobbed at the front where he was driving. Mikey turned from where he was sitting beside him and smiled widely at Gerard which unsettled him a little. Suddenly when they stopped Mikey jumped out and Pete was pushing Gerard out the door of their little van and giggling at Mikey as he mentioned something about filming Gerard's reaction.

Frank.

That was the first thing that came to Gerard’s mind. Frank had flown from Chicago and was coming on this little trip with them. But the deeper they got into the airport the more Gerard found reasons that stopped Frank from being in New Jersey right now. His mom would definitely be cool with it, but they were always strapped for cash so he couldn’t see her being able to afford it at the last minute. But, then there was the question of…

‘Why the fuck are we at the airport Mikes?’ Gerard mumbled as he walked quickly to catch up with his creepily long-legged brother who strode quickly across the glossy airport floors. And then Gerard remembered a piece of very important information. After Mikey and his last girlfriend broke up 3 months ago he had been talking to that girl online…Gerard couldn’t remember her name, but he did remember that she was from California. Gerard sighed slightly and pulled out his phone. Of course he would drag him around the airport for some giant romantic moment between and his…to quote Mikey ‘Fucking hot’ kind-of girlfriend. Oh, Gerard groaned, he would probably spend the entire trip with his tongue down her Californian throat.
Mikey knows the only person Gerard can actually stand for more than 4 hours at a time is him and if he is playing a constant game of tonsil tennis with the chick from twitter then Gerard will have to be around coupley Patrick and Pete or around Ray and Dallon having screaming matches over what is played on the radio….or Joe moping or….But Gerard’s train of thought was cut off when he was rugby tackled to the ground by some colliding force. Gerard was about to tell whoever thought it was appropriate to nearly kill him to fuck off when he opened his eyes to see the one..the only Frank Iero’s beaming face.

Notes

WHAT? DID? I? JUST? FUCKING? FINALLY? START WRITING? THE FUCKING SEQUEL?
Yes...yes i did........
God I am not going to promise that this is going to last or that this will be the best writing I have ever done...but I hope you all enjoy it while it lasts...Please leave a comment and share around I am gonna need it to get through this fic.....

-C