"This is all so fucked!" Frank screamed, he was speeding, but that was the least of his worries. Gerard still hadn't said anything since the nurse talked to him. He just kept staring ahead, wide eyed, trembling. Pete was still hysterically sobbing in the back. Frank was the only one in his right mind.
This is all so fucking fucked.
----48 hours earlier----
"Hey, mikeyway, what's up?" Pete said, draping his arms over his boyfriends shoulders. Mikey shrugged, leaning his head back to look at Pete. "Nothin' much." Mikey replied. "You okay, Mikey?" Pete asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Mikey nodded. "Don't worry about me." Pete scoffed. "How couldn't I worry about you? I'm constantly afraid that something would happen to my little Mikey Gay." Mikey chuckled, shaking his head. Pete took off Mikey's glasses and placed them on his own face, sticking out his tongue at Mikey. "You're the cutest." Mikey said. "That's debatable. Maybe these white framed glasses are magical and just make everyone look cute." Mikey scoffed. "They don't make me look cute. That doesn't seem very fair." Mikey said, standing up from the couch to stand beside Pete. "Thats the thing! You don't need any help being cute because you're cute no matter what. You're literally the most adorable thing. I can barely handle it." Pete said, wrapping his arms around Mikey's waist. He leaned his forehead against Mikeys. "Don't ever leave me." Mikey said. "I'd never even think about doing such a thing. What a crazy thought, mikeyway." Pete leaned in for a quick little kiss. Their kisses always felt amazing and like the first. Their kisses never got boring. Pete really loved Mikey. He couldn't imagine a world without him.
----44 hours later----
"Hey, Pete, I'm heading to the store. I'll see ya later." Mikey ran up to Pete and gave him and a really long kiss. "I love you." Mikey said. "I love you too, mikeyway. See you in a bit." Mikey left, and Pete wondered what was up.
It's probably nothing.
He jumped on the coach and popped in his and Mikey's favorite movie, Carrie. This was the modern one, not the original. Neither of them knew which one they liked better.
As Carrie began to destroy school and murder a bunch of people, Pete realized he had to pee. He ran upstairs and went into his and Mikey's room. He saw a piece of paper on the bed.
Mikey must have left this.
He looked at the paper. It was a note.
Dear Pete,
Don't come looking for me. I love you so much. So so much. You're the best thing that's happened to me. These three years have been the best. But I've realized something. I'm so sad. I'm never gonna stop being sad. I've been sad my entire life. It's not ever gonna stop. I don't think I can handle being sad forever. I'm so-
Pete stopped reading and shoved the note into his pocket and grabbed his phone. "Hello?" Gerard said on the other line. "MIKEYLEFTASUICIDENOTEOHGODGERARDQUICKHELP-" Pete breathed in a huge sob, and he noticed his hands were shaking so hard to the point where it seemed like he was just waving them. "What?! Ohmygodokaymeandfrankareontheway." And with that, Gerard hung up, so Pete paced his living room, waiting.
----
"Where is he?! Where's my baby brother?!" Gerard screamed through his phone. The nurse was trying her best to explain everything. Frank was driving and Pete was quietly sobbing in the back.
"Calm down honey, it'll be okay." The nurse said. "Where is he? Is Mikey okay?" "We need to tell you something." "Where's Mikey?" "Mikey..he killed himself. A man found him passed out in a cemetery, he overdosed on Tylenol. By the time they got here he was gon-" Gerard hung up. He couldn't hear anymore.
This isn't happening.
Oh my God this isn't happening.
What the fuck this can't be happeni-
"Gerard, what did they s-say?" Pete asked, sniffling. Gerard didn't reply. He stared straight ahead. "Gerard?" Frank asked. Gerard still didn't say anything.
"He killed himself, didn't he?! He's dead?! Mikey's dead! I'm so fucked, we're fucking fucked!" Pete yelled, banging on the car door window. "WE'RE FUCKED! WE ARE SO FUCKING FUCKED!" He screeched at the top of his lungs, banging on the door still.
"This is all so fucked!" Frank screamed, he was speeding, but that was the least of his worries. Gerard still hadn't said anything since the operator talked to him. He just kept staring ahead, wide eyed, trembling. Pete was still hysterically sobbing in the back. Frank was the only one in his right mind.
This is all so fucking fucked.
Okay. This is a really super super short chapter bc cliff hangers and shit??? But I'm so so so sorry guys please don't murder me. The next chapter is gonna be dramatic af I think sooooooo prepare for hella feels and writing this chapter physically pained me OmF okay I can't I'm giving myself feels byEEESHDHD
I'm not even gonna say 'xoxo Asia' bc I'm sad
-Asia (Sad McSadster)
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American Beauty/American Psycho (trigger warning)//frerard & petekey//
FanficI started updating again. This was my first fic I ever wrote so there's literally no plot. Enjoy. -Asia
