American Beauty/American Psycho (trigger warning)//frerard & petekey//

Guess whos back back back back again?

Song of this chapter: Summer Song and It's not a side effect of the cocaine, both by fob.

Pete was released out of the hospital that Thursday. He seemed fine, but everyone worried.
"Are you sure you can play on Friday? Cause if you can't we could-" "Pat, shut up, I'm fine." Pete's hands had started to shake, and he kept missing the hole to put his straw in the drink. "Oh-fuck." He muttered as he dropped the straw. He tried to grab another and out it in, but he just couldn't. Patrick grabbed the straw and put it in for him. Pete sighed, resting his head in his hands.
"I wrote about him again." Pete said quietly. Patrick sighed a little. "Can I hear it?" He asked carefully. Pete nodded, pulling out his writing journal from his bookbag.

"Why can you read me like no one else?
I hide behind these words
But I'm coming out
I wish I had kept them behind my tongue
I hide behind these words
But I'm coming out
Put your hand between an aching head and an aching world
We'll make them so jealous
We'll make them hate us
An aching head and an aching world
We'll make them so jealous
We'll make them so jealous
Always you made my stomach turn
And all the long drives
With my friends blur
And I wish I had kept them inside my mind
I hide behind these words
And think of all the places where you've been lost and then found...out.
In between my sheets
In between the rights an the wrongs
Put your hand between an aching head and an aching world
We'll make them so jealous we'll make them hate us.
Aching head and an aching world
Think of all the places
Where you've been lost and then found...out."
Patrick nodded, taken aback. "What's it called?" He asked.
"It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I'm Thinking it Must Be Love." Pete answered quietly.
Patrick looked down at his lap.
"Pete, I think you should see a therapist." He said, sighing.
Pete laughed. "Patrick, I'm not going to a fucking shrink." Pete said, almost aggressively.
Patrick side, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Just a suggestion." He said, voice a harsh whisper. Patrick stood up and left, leaving Pete alone at McDonalds.
—–—–—–—
Gerard was still having night terrors, and Gerard was still crying all the time, and Gerard still had anxiety, and he still couldn't believe Mikey was gone.
It's like he expected him to come back, and that was the worst part.
He just kept waiting. Frank tried so hard, and he helped, he really did, but only short term. Gerard wouldn't ever be fixed.
At least that's what he thought.
That's what he truly believed.
Frank thought he could save Gerard.
He's hopelessly hopeful.

Okay so this update is sort of abrupt but hEY AT LEAST IM UODATING U FUCKERS -ASIA