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So... I combined two chapters into one. :)

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"So... realistically it could be anyone?"



"Yes... well, except for your 'band members'. I don't remember anything, and neither does Ray,

so I'm willing to bet this 'Frank' and 'Bob' don't either. I thought you said Bob wasn't in

your band anymore?" Mikey questioned.



"He isn't, but the point is is that he was, for a good 6 or 7 years too, and he doesn't

remember. He's a teacher back in... um... my world."



Mikey laughed, but this time is sounded sincere. "Well, one thing's for sure- the Bob Bryar I

know ain't no teacher."



"Where can I find him?" I asked.



Mikey merely shrugged. "I heard they're playing show tonight just a few hours away."



"Is there any way you can get me backstage?"



"Sure there is. They're real good friends of ours. I was considering attending myself."



"Is that so?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.



"Yup. It all started when we did a cover together of Under Preassure-"



"Thanks, Mikey," I interupted. "Now... what do you know about Pencey Prep?"



"Hm... They're good at partying, not much else."



"What do you know about Frank Iero?"



"Well... awesome tattoos, drinking problem, loves dogs. You name it."



"Any chance Pencey Prep is playing a show a couple hours away?" I asked hopefully.



"Nope," Mikey said. My face fell. "But, they are playnig one downtown as we speak."


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Mikey slammed the breaks and we pulled to a stop in front of the arena, surrounded by security

and rabid fan girls.



"Thanks Mikes," I said as I opened the door and got out. I turned and shut the door

quickly, "When I get back to wherever I'm supposed to be, I owe you a coffee," I told him

through the open window. I turned around and quickly headed towards the entrance.



"I'm holding you to that," I heard Mikey call to me from behind.


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It took several minutes, but I managed to convince the security I was a friend of the band, by

telling them I was Mikey, and after they checked a list, I was allowed to enter. I was given

directions how to get to the room the band was waiting in. Not even the opening act had set

foot on stage yet, so I was doing good on time.



I managed to find the room, and I knocked hesitantly. There was a shuffling inside, before a

voice said, "Come in."



I opened the door cautiously, expecting to find the ex-members of Pencey Prep, but shocked to

find Frank sitting on a couch, smoking and boredly flicking ashes into an ash tray.



He didn't look up from where he was sitting, but continued to stare at the floor tiles below

him.



"John, if you're here to give me shit, I don't really want to hear it," he said in monotone.



I smiled. "I'm not here to give you shit."



Frank looked up. Confusion washed over his face. "Gerard?"



"You remember me?!?" I asked happily.



"How could I not remember Way's older brother?" he said smiling. He stood up and walked over to

me.



It's not what I was expecting to hear, but I'll take it. "Great! So you're as confused as I am?"



"Yeah, man," Frank agreed as he hugged me.



I hugged him back, hoping he forgave me for our fight.



"So, I've got a plan. As soon as we get back to our world, I'm confronting Lyn-Z. If she admits

to it, which may take some convincing, I'm ending it. Then and there."



Frank's grip on me loosened. "Gerard?"



"And I'm not going to force you to rejoin My Chemical Romance, because I know I've been a total

asshole now. I realize that. I'm going to change, I promise-"



"Gerard-"



"-And I know you've been shaken up by the divorce, I understand. I don't care what the fans,

the press, or anybody thinks anymore. If you're willing to give me a chance Frankie, I think we

deserve another shot," I finsished proudly.



Frank pulled away and looked up at me, and we let our arms fall down by our sides. "Gerard...

what are you talking about?"



There went the rest of my sanity.



"... You didn't follow any of that, didn't you?"



Frank shook his head with an apologetic look on his face.



Great. I just confessed everything to this Frank, who probably thinks I'm some sort of

pedophile now. Smooth. As much as I tried to hold them back, tears threatened to fill up my

eyes.



"Oh, God. Frank... I'm sorry," I said as I turned around quickly.



"Wait," he said, grabbing my arm and turning me back around. "What's going on?



I considered telling him, but after thinking over, I concluded that what he doesn't know won't

hurt him. In this case, anyways.



"Um... nothing. I've got to go-"



Frank looked at me with pleading eyes. "But I haven't seen you since the funeral. You just got

here."



"I know," I told him. Actually I don't. "But I have to go."



"He released my arm. "Okay. Are you going to be in town for a while?"



"Most likely." But I hope not. "I'll talk to you soon, promise. See ya." I said as I left

through the door and hustled down the hallway. I certainly will talk to you again. As soon as

I get out of here.


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As soon as I made it back outside, Mikey pulled up to the curb. I got in silently, and we set

off for The Used's concert.

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The ride was mostly silent. Mikey had access to some parking behind the conert arena, where

they kept The Used's bus.



Mikey parked the car and we got out in silence. We walked towards the back entrance, side by

side.



After we got through the security, we were given directions to where we could find the band,

similar to Pencey Prep's show.



"Frank didn't remember, did he?" Mikey said simply as we made our way through several hallways

and corridors.



"How'd you guess?" I asked sarcastically.



"Well, you're not in a good mood, are you?" Mikey said coldly.



"Sorry," I apologized sincerely. "I just... got my hopes up."



"You really cared about him, didn't you?"



I nodded in response.



"Well, I don't want to get your hopes up," Mikey stated, "But since you visited me house this

morning, I've been having these sort of... flashbacks, if you will."



"Of what?"



"I think they're bits and pieces of memories that the other me has experienced in your world..."



"That's good... right? That means whoever made this had some faults, so it should be easier to

destroy?" I asked unsurely, aknowledging the fact how nerdy I sounded.



"Exactly what I was thinking," Mikey agreed with a sly smile.



I was content. Until another haunting thought dawned upon me. "Mikey, is Bert McCracken in The

Used?"



"Yep."



"Shit."



"Why?"



"He's bad news."



"Hah," Mikey laughed, "Tell me something I don't know. The whole band is here."



"No, I mean really bad news."



"Define."



"He's an ex of mine. Back around the time I wasn't sober and was addicted to all sorts of shit.

He was what I guess you could call my dealer. He said normaly he charged cash, but he said I

was 'pretty' and could make an exception. I payed him in... other ways." Mikey nodded,

understanding what I meant. "Back then I was desperate. Desperate for any kind of drugs I could

get my hands on. Desperately drinking. I thought I was desperate to find love," I chuckled

humorlessly at myself. "I thought I fell in love with him. He told me the same. It was working

great; I was getting two things I wanted a lot for the price of one. To this day, I would've

most likely still been with him, if I hadn't caught him making out with some roadie. I

confronted him, and he cut me off by saying that I wasn't anything but a pretty face and a good

fuck, and that buisness was buisness," I paused for a short moment. "Bert started threatening

me, telling me he'd cut off my supplies if I didn't do what was asked. I was addicted, what

else could I have done? I tried to stop by increasingly taking less and less of the pills, and

it was working. But somehow Bert found out, and he started threatening people I loved once I

wasn't so addictive to the pills."



Mikey hadn't said anything, but I knew we were still on the same page.



"He told me not to tell anyone, but even you should know I tend to not listen to directions," I

looked at him with a small smile on my face. "I told you, Ray, Bob, and Frank anyways. Ray and

Bob were pissed off and angry, sure, but you and Frank were downright furious. I had to beg you

not to go beat him up whenever you saw him. I don't think he ever found out that I told you. If

he did, things probably would've ended a lot worse. Frank went to talk to him one day, and he

never bothered me again. We stopped seeing eachother, it's as simple as that. I could survive

without the drugs then, and everything seemed alright since then."



Mikey didn't say anything once I'd finished, but knowing him, it would take a while to register

in his brain. Lord knows it took him long enough the first time.

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"Who the hell are you?" Bob barked once he laid his eyes upon Mikey and me.



Bob had some fancy leather jacket on, a super clean hair and beard cut, and a lip ring with

tiny diamonds on it.



Mikey coughed, pinched his nose, and fanned his face with his spare hand. "Bad breath," he

coughed. "We're-"



"Bob, we're on in 20-," Bert McCracken walked into the dressing room. He saw me, walked up to

me, and eyed me up and down, a seductive smile on his lips. "Oh, hello, Sugar. Bob, who do we

have here?"



I inched uncomfortablely away from him and towards Mikey.



"Do you think you could ask him to leave?" Mikey asked Bob.



Bob sighed dramatcially. "Bert, please?"



Bert shrugged. "Whatever," he turned back to wink at me. "I'll see you around." He left the

room quickly.



"Now, who are you and what the fuck do you want?" Bob demanded.



"Bob, I'm not in the mood," I told him darkly.



"Oh, and you think I want to spend my time with some tubby dorks?" Bob asked.



"Bob-" Mikey started.



"You look like a pimp!" I spat.



"Listen here, punk-"



"GERARD, BOB. BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Mikey yelled.



Bob and I stopped bickering, and turned to look at him. He explained the whole story.



Bob was confused, but he followed most of it. We told him to be on the lookout for anyone

suspicious, and he thanked us as we left.



We got out of the building and I took a huge breath of fresh air. "Are you sure you don't mind

missing the concert?" I asked Mikey.



He shook his head. "Not at all." His cell phone started ringing, and he anwsered

it. "Hello? ... He did what with my guitar?!? Gerard," he turned to me, "I've got to take

this. I'll go get the car." I nodded as he walked towards the car.



"Hello again, Sugar," Bert's sickly voice said from behind me.



I turned around to find Bert leaning up against the wall of the building, smoking. "Can't come

up with any other pet names, huh?"



"Listen, sweety, men don't like boys like you."



"Well, us boys don't like asswipes like you either," I replied. Mikey's car pulled up next to

the sidewalk, and I quickly got in.



"Gerard, honey, don't act like this!" Bert shouted after me as Mikey sped away.



"You alright?" Mikey asked.



I nodded. "... Wait..."



How did Bert know my name?


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