The year was 2015 when Frank woke up in a cold sweat. He glanced over to find Gerard laying next to him. It wasn't much of a surprise to him.
Frank leaned over and planted a kiss on Gerard's cheek, whispering, "Good morning baby."
Gerard smiled and stretched his arms over his head. "Good morning."
Frank already felt that today was going to be a good day. He threw the sheets off, put on some clothes, and danced out the door.
A little girl with a ponytail and a MCR shirt four sizes too big was almost trampled by Frank. He pushed himself against the wall to stop from hitting her.
"Who the... I mean... who are you?" he asked her.
The girl tilted her head, "I'm Dolly?" she said obviously, like Frank should've known.
"What... Are you a fan or something?" Frank leaned away from the wall and raised an eyebrow, "How did you get in?"
The girl started tearing up a little. Frank felt horrible that he made her feel this way. Maybe he did know her. He has a terrible memory anyways.
Gerard came from the bedroom door in sweats and smirked as he saw Dolly.
"Hey silly goose!" he picked up the girl and kissed her face before balancing her on his hip. Dolly whispered something in Gerard's ear as Frank watched the two.
Gerard laughed, "Don't worry, daddy's still tired. He just woke up."
"Daddy?" Frank questioned and took a step back, "Who's the daddy?"
Gerard put Dolly down, who went running away, "Frankie..." he sighed, "We've been over this. I'm the mommy, you're the daddy! How many more times do I have to say it?"
"You've never said that before!" Frank threw his arms in front of him and whisper-shouted at Gerard, "Since when have we had a kid?!"
Gerard laughed and moved closer to Frank, "Wow, last night must've really messed you up..."
Frank stepped back. He really wanted to just hold Gerard, but he needed information first.
"Really?" Gerard grew upset. He sighed again and his shoulders slouched, "We adopted her a few months ago. You know... Dolly Wentz, the kid that Pete had with Kim Kardashian? That's the one."
"Pete had sex with a Kardashian? Where have I been?" Frank thought out loud.
Just then, the bedroom door next to him busted down. Andy and a girl laid on top of it, sucking each others faces off.
Frank was completely taken aback. Since when did Andy get a girlfriend? A smoking hot one? And when did they get so... sexual?
"Aww," Gerard said and smiled.
"Who the fuck is that?" Frank pointed to the girl. Andy pulled her blonde hair out of it's ponytail.
"That's Jessica, don't you remember that super hot girl from high school? The one that had no parents, was super depressed, and cut all the time? Andy saved her life," Gerard explained.
Jessica lifted her head from Andy and took a breath in before breathing out, "He really did."
"Watch whose kiss you're breaking nephew..." Andy growled at us. They went right back to making out.
"Nephew?!"
Gerard looked questioningly at Frank, "Babe... Andy's our uncle. You have to remember that process. That was a long week for us."
"I'm sorry," Frank shook his head and hit his arms on his legs, "I don't remember that."
Then came a voice from the shower. Frank recognized it as a Kanye West song. That could only be one person, Patrick Stump.
"What is Patrick doing in our shower?" Frank moved to the door and pressed his ear to it.
"GERARD! I HAVE AN ISSUE!" shouted Pete Wentz, "IT HAPPENED AGAIN!"
The water stopped in the shower and Patrick opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel and a fedora. He blushed and giggled, skirting against the wall and towards the direction of Pete's voice.
Patrick poked his head out of the door and glanced at Gerard. Looking from the ground and back to his eyes, he embarrassedly spat out, "He thinks he's a pizza again."
Dallon Weekes ran through the halls, holding a fez on his head. Frank was yet again pushed against the wall. Brendon Urie chased after him, heaving "Hey Oreo!" as he past them.
"It's Iero..." Frank mumbled. No one ever pronounced it right.
"Dallon! You cannot wear that thing!" Brendon shouted.
"Bow ties and Fezzes are cool!" Dallon yelled back and the door slammed.
"Does everyone live here?" Frank spins to Gerard and asks.
"Pretty much," Gerard shrugged and nodded, "Big apartment."
Joe poked Frank's shoulder. Frank jumped back and turned to Joe, "What?!"
Frank looked back and found that everyone was gone. Joe's t-shirt and jeans changed into a black suit and tie. He smiled and held out his hand, motioning me through the hallway.
The whole room was white. Dolly tossed black rose petals across an isle, an isle leading to Gerard. His little smirk couldn't have been cuter.
"Go get married," Mikey punched his arm and gave Frank a shove forward.
Frank stumbled and tripped over his two feet, lifting himself up from the ground. He was back in the bedroom, his bedroom.
He stood up, rubbing his bum and wincing. There was no Gerard in his bed.
He ran out into the hallway. There was no Patrick in the shower or Pete as a pizza. There was no little Dolly or even a Joe in sight. Dallon and Brendon weren't running through the halls.
It was all a fucking dream.
You're welcome (; ~Frank (aka Becca, @Youngbloods5century)
