The World Is Ugly

The Future Is Bulletproof

Gerard gasped loudly and sat up, stumbling backwards.

He was shaking, and his wet hair felt cold on his skin as sweat soaked it.

"Frank, Frank!" he shrieked eagerly, tears washing his dusty face.

Frank sat up quickly, frantically looking around. "What is it, wha-"

He was cut off when Gerard practically fell into his arms, sobbing.

Frank frowned, allowing his friend to remain in his arms for a while, then pulling away, pressing his hands to Gerard's cold cheeks. "Hey, hey," he started softly.

"What's wrong, buddy, what is it?"

Gerard whimpered. "It felt so real..." He whispered.

"Was it a dream?"

Gerard sniffed and nodded. Now Mikey was up, rushing to Gerard to address the situation.

Upon seeing his little brother, alive and well, Gee broke down again, this time in the arms of the his brother.

He buried his head into Frank's chest, though still holding Mikey's arm.

"I couldn't... I couldn't save you, either of you." He whimpered, between sobs.
"It was nine years ago, they almost got you. First time with the Dracs- it was that, but- I couldn't move, I couldn't save you, I couldn't do anything but watch them pull the trigger... And then hold your corpses in my arms- and the blood, it all looked and felt so real- you were dead because of me-"

Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's head. "We're here, Gee. Both of us, alive. It wasn't real, I promise. You saved us, right? It was all because of you that we're alive- it's alright..."

Gerard's quivering breathing pushed through Frank's shirt, warming his chest. He ran his hands through his best friend's striking red hair, wiping the copious amounts of sweat from it on his black skinny jeans.

"It's okay."

-

Ray was always the one who watched from the sidelines.
He was the fourth wheel, to some extent, the new addition to a set that came together.

He'd met them four years ago, they'd saved him from some Dracs. Of course they loved him like they loved each other, but they'd all grown up together.

Let's just say that if Mikey and Ray died, The whole "mourning" action would be about Mikey.

And Ray was okay with that.

And after being the observer for three years, if Ray could be sure of one thing, it was this:

Frank totally had the hots for Gerard.

It was embarrassingly obvious. The way he looked at him made Ray cringe because Christ, how had Gerard not noticed this?

Whether Gerard felt the same way or not was unbeknownst to Ray, but it was highly suspected.

He had, obviously, discussed this with Mikey, who enthusiastically agreed.

And on one other thing did the boys agree without a doubt:

We should hook them up!

Of course; they would be perfect. Despite Ray and Mikey being very straight, and not the type to assume someone's sexuality (hell, sexuality was normally not their biggest concern; the world was ending and everyone in it hated them) this was obvious.

But neither were exactly anyone's wingmen, hooking up wasn't a specialty for either of the two.

Frank and Gerard's relationship was already extremely platonic,just teetering on the edge of romantic. All it would really need was a shove.

However, it was kind of like the person to provide said shove didn't actually have any limbs, if you catch my drift.

Basically, if Ray and Mikey couldn't give them the shove they needed, they'd have to go by themselves.

Surely that could be done.