Remember Me (Frerard) (Complete)

Epilogue

Gerard sat on his bed in the tour bus, debating whether he should go find Frank or just draw. It had been about three months since Frank fell off the stage and got amnesia, and in throughout those months, Gerard noticed several things Frank didn't remember. Some of them he remembered and some he still didn't remember, but Gerard was okay with that. Everyone now knew that Frank may never remember some things, but he still seemed the same as he did before the incident.

Frank sat down next to Gerard, interrupting Gerard's thoughts with a start. "Oh, hey, Frank. I didn't see you come in."

Frank grinned a little. "Sorry, Gee. Do you want a room at the hotel this time or no?"

"Hm..." Gerard thought for a moment and then shook his head. "No thanks, I'm kinda done with hotels for now. My bed in here is perfectly comfortable, but don't feel pressured to stay with me, Frankie."

"No, no, I want to." Frank said, grabbing Gerard's hand. "I don't want to be away from you even for a night."

Gerard smiled and squeezed Frank's hand. "Should we... tell the manager?"

"No," Frank said. "He'll be pissed to hear that we're dating. Even if we don't want to tell the fans yet, he'll remind us not to all the time, so let's not even tell him."

Gerard nodded. "Okay, I'm totally okay with that. Let's just hope Mikey and Ray don't tell."

"They won't."

Just then, the door opened, and Gerard let go of Frank's hand, standing up quickly. The manager walked in, shaking his head and smiling. "What are you two hiding from me?"

"Nothing," Gerard said, shrugging. "What makes you think we're hiding something?"

The manager gestured to Frank, and Gerard turned around to see him sitting on the bed, his face red, staring at the ground.

"Doesn't that seem a little suspicious? Just saying." the manager said. "Anyway, are you two getting a room or not?"

"Nope, we'll be staying in the bus tonight." Gerard said.

"Okay, well, thanks for saving us money." the manager said as he walked out of the tour bus, closing the door behind him.

"Not really the point, but whatever..." Frank mumbled as Gerard sat back down.

"You are so bad at hiding things, Frankie." Gerard said, grinning.

"Hey, sorry if it's hard for me to try and look completely normal so quickly."

"Well, try harder." Gerard smiled. "It's... kinda like you didn't fall, because, well, you act just like you used to."

Frank smiled back. "I'm really trying to remember the rest of it, too. Whenever I have the chance I think really hard about it."

"Don't stress yourself out, okay?" Gerard said. "It's okay if you don't remember everything."

"I know, I know. I just want it to be the same as it was before."

"Trust me Frank, it was good then, but it's better now. Honestly, I'm kinda glad you did fall off the stage. If you didn't, we wouldn't know how we really feel... about each other."

Frank looked at Gerard with a blank face for a moment and then he smiled. "But we would've known eventually, right?"

"I guess... but I would trade all that we went through for the world." Gerard said, smiling as well.

Things were normally like that now. Gerard and Frank having the same conversations over and over about Frank trying to remember and Gerard hoping he wasn't too stressed, and then somehow getting on the subject of loving each other or something else like that. Gerard knew it seemed so cheesy and that it never seemed real whenever they talked about how much they cared for each other, but he didn't care. It was cheesy, but it was also real, and that's all that mattered to Gerard.

People stopped talking about the incident a while back, but the subject still sometimes came up in interviews and such, but Gerard and Frank always just said that Frank had drank just a little too much before the concert. No one knew the truth except for Frank and Gerard, not even Mikey and Ray. They believed the story about Frank being drunk just like everyone else.

Gerard didn't get the strange feeling anymore, instead, he got a different strange feeling. Though he still felt it whenever he was around Frank, it was a good feeling. He didn't think about being away from Frank because he knew that they were going to be together for a long time, and that made Gerard happier than he had ever been.

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Frank was trying hard to remember things, not really for himself, but for Gerard. He wanted Gerard to love him as much as he did before Frank fell off the stage. Gerard told him that he loved him more than he did before, but Frank still wanted to remember everything, so he could be the same as he used to. Eventually though, Frank stopped trying to remember things and just tried to be the best he could with the stuff he did remember. He realized he was remembering things a lot easier when he wasn't even trying, so Frank just kept not worrying about it. However, one month, Frank didn't remember anything. He knew that there was much more that he hadn't remembered yet, but he still didn't remember anything for another half month. Gerard told Frank to stop worrying and that everyone loved him even if he didn't remember everything, but Frank was starting to feel guilty about it.

"Frank, it's okay, really," Gerard said, standing outside of the bathroom in the tour bus. Frank locked himself inside, which made Gerard really worried.

"Gerard, are you sure you don't need any help with Frank?" Mikey whispered.

"No, just leave, okay?" Gerard sighed, leaning on the door.

Mikey walked as far away from Gerard as possible, which wasn't very far since the tour bus was moving and it wasn't that big as it was.

Gerard waited for a few more seconds. "Frank, come on, please come out..."

"No..." Frank said quietly.

"I thought we were done with depressing sh*t! You're fine Frank!" Gerard said. "I love you. All the fans love you too, even if you can't remember some things. I still love you and I always will, no matter what."

The door opened and Frank pulled Gerard inside, and then he closed the door again and locked it. "Gee...?"

"What, Frank?"

"I love you, too."

Gerard smiled a little. "I know. Now, are you gonna stop making this whole not remembering thing such a big deal?"

"I'm probably still gonna worry about it, but I'll try my best to worry less." Frank said, smiling a little back.

"Good... I hate it when you're so unhappy."

In the end, Frank never remembered everything. He would remember some things a year after he remembered the last thing, and sometimes only a day after. Gerard and Frank were both really happy though, and that's all that mattered to both of them. And who knows, there lives aren't over yet. Frank might remember more things someday.

"Gerard, I'm probably about to get really hurt, but I love you. For real."

And then Frank hit the ground.

Gerard heard it though. He heard Frank say it.

"I love you too, Frankie. For real."

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-End-

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