The Reason (Frerard)

The Surprises (Chapter 11)

April 1, 2013

Frank's PoV

"You're.. dead?" I said, staring at Andy in astonishment. "Is this a fucking joke?"

In the blink of an eye Andy was gone, and I felt hands on my shoulders and Andy's voice in my ear. 

"Yes Angel. I've been dead, I've been gone for a long time." he said in a whisper tone, then had returned to the seat in front of me.

"H...how is this even real?" I began freaking out after that sentence. 

"Well you see, ghost are real Frank, and I just happen to be one."  he said

After that, he did a quick explanation and when he finished, I sat in shock. My whole world had changed in a few simple minutes. There was then a small silence. 

"So, how? How did you pass? Can I even ask that?" I spoke up

With a small chuckle he replied. "Yes Frank, you may ask that." and with that he put his fingers to his head like a gun, and acted like he pulled the trigger. Just like Tate in American Horror Story, which Gerard and I watched together.  Shut up Frank. 

"Oh. I'm, uh, sorry?" I said, trying to gather the words to say. 

"Nah It's fine. I was 16 at the time anyways, it doesn't matter anymore." he replied looking as if I had asked him a simple question like "What time is it" or "What's your favorite color?"

"So does that mean..?" I trailed off, not wanting to accept this.

"Does this mean I was always dead?  Yes. A year before I came to your high school I did it. It was all over the news in my hometown, so I escaped to a small town, found you, now we're here." he said looking at his nails.

How the fucking hell is he so okay with this? This isn't right. This isn't okay. It's not o-fucking kay.

"Wait.. Does this mean I can still contact Gee?" I said, after yet another awkward silence. 

Andy sighed. "You have to work towards that answer." 

"Oh?"

"Bedroom, then I answer." he said, a small smirk on his face.

"You're sick." 

"and you're in love." he said, before grabbing my hand and walking towards my bedroom. 

Oh Gerard, if you're here, please realize this is for you. 

Alex's PoV

"Oh Gerard, it'll be okay." I said patting the poor mans back and embracing him in a hug. Just a day before he had came back to his home, which Jack and I had taken over. He was a sobbing mess, going on and on about how Frank had fucked another man. 

Just then Jack walked in the room to join us. " Gerard suck it up, maybe he has a reason." he said to him, causing him to sob harder.

I gave Jack a 'You-seriously-had-to-do-that" look and hugging Gerard once again.  He could be so insensitive at times. Its saddening. This was basically how the whole day went. Around 7PM we ordered a pizza because hell, I can't cook, Jack won't cook, and Gerard is in no shape to make dinner. 

Gerard had calmed down a bit, yet ate very little. I somehow forced him to shower and after he finished I made sure he went to get some sleep in his own bed. Jack made a comment about how "That's our bed now" but I just ignored him. 

"You're babying him Alex, you can't keep doing that." Jack said as we were both preparing to sleep ourselves. 

"He's been through a lot." I said, after brushing my teeth.

"So have we." he shot back

"That was a long time ago, Jack."

"Oh well, we've still been through more than he ever has." 

"Just stop babe and sleep, please?" I said to him, inviting him over to the bed I had laid on in a spare bedroom of Gerard's. 

"You're lucky I fucking love you, Alex Barakat." he said to me, taking off his shirt and giving me a quick peck on the lips. 

When Jack laid beside me I cuddled against him like every night. He fell asleep first, and I couldn't seem to fall asleep, so I cuddled him close, tracing the scarred 666 on his right hip and fell asleep against my lover.