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Gerard's POV
It has been a couple days now sense they let me out of the
The idea of Frank taking the blame was terrible.

I had to keep him close to me during the funeral,
Even though I spoke poisonous lies to keep him from losing every inch of sanity.

But I was the one who was being the hypocrite. Hearing about Alex's death made wish Bert pulled the trigger.
But I thought of frank, but instead I took more pills and drank.
He still didn't have enough to close this memory,
But he stayed strong, he laughed, smiled , and mostly loved.
--
The toxic chemical washed down the drain.
I turned off the water and barged into my room.

Frank looked up at me and his eyes grew big.
"Gerard, what happened to your hair?"
I touched my damp purple hair, "It's Purple!! Its amazing!" I laughed.

He giggled, "Gerard , are you on drugs?!"

I was, but frank didn't need to know.
"What did I hear about drugs," Elena chimed in with a playful tone.

"Elena, do you mind If I stay the night," Frank didn't need to ask, but Frank was respectful in his own childish way.
"Of course , my dear." She was about to leave when she looked back at me," I love your new Hair Gerard, Very Creative and out there!"
"Atleast someone likes it," I smirked.

Frank's small attractive body came to me.
His eyes playful, he touched my violet hair, I leaned in and kissed him.
The kiss didn't last long before everyone barged into my room.

"Par-tay! For mr. Gerard- Way!" Robyn barged in with all of Mikey's friends.
Then again they aren't just Mikey's friends anymore.

Frank face was a shade of red.
He was embarrassed, this is the second time they came in on us too.
Robyn winked, her eyes were still red,

Everyone's eyes were still a shade of bloodshot.
But they still smiled.
Mikey showed no emotion as always.
His girlfriend on the other hand was bouncing off walls with Robyn.

Franks hand slid into mine.
"Time for a party guys!"

Frank's POV
The sound of the music filled my ears.
It sounded okay, a little off beat with no lead.
Their guitarist, Ray, sounded amazing, not my style kind of music, but it still caught my attention. Though it was missing something.

"They need a singer," Jeanine said keeping her eyes on Mikey.
Kate's arms wrapped in front of her chest she smiled,

"Lets see," there eyes were locked on Gerard and I.
I looked back at them ,"No I am not singing."

The truth is , I use to sing in a band, but they gave up on me, because I was showing up late all the time because I got detention for being in fights.
"Gerard you're a great singer!" I never realized the band stopped playing.
Mikey was smiling,
Has Mikey been trying to get Gerard to sing for the band.

I grabbed Gerard's shoulder, "Please Gerard?" I never heard Gerard sing.
Gerard looked like a fallen angel. So beautiful, dark, and mysterious.
He smirked and walked toward the microphone.

"Gerard, we finished that song you wrote," they handed Gerard their music.
Mikey walked to the microphone awkward and all," This song is called Skylines and Turnstiles by Gerard Way."

Gerard's face went flush but he still grinned.
"You're not in this alone
Let me break this awkward silence
Let me go, go on record
Be the first to say I'm sorry
Hear me out, "
Gerard's voice was hesitant, aggressive, seductive, and amazing.
"And if you take me down
Or would you lay me out
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now,"
The band was missing something, they were mostly on beat, but Gerard's voice kept them going.
I felt sane.

"We walk in single file
We light our rails and punch our time
Ride escalators colder than a cell"
"This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here

Tell me we go from..."
Gerard looked at me ,His purple hair in his face taunting him, he smiled, pain of the past filled his bloodshot eyes.
What was this song about?

"And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes
Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart
As ice cold hands rip into your heart"

There was a silence… This song was about that tragic day we learned about in social studies. That Tragic day we remember September 11

Gerard's angel like voice filled the room,

" That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest
And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence
And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now,"
Ray filled the room with epic guitar skills.
Gerard voice, Mikey's Bass skills , and Bobs amazing drumming, it worked.

"This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here"
Gerard motioned for me to go over to him.
He looked at me in the eyes
"Tell me we go from here,"
I kissed him and everyone clapped.
Sweet, Soft, Small, yet Delivish, Lips of an angel I didn't deserve but ended up loving, having.