Frerard (Life On The Murder Scene)

The murdering begins

When I woke up 2 hours later Frank wasn’t there. I got up and saw his diary. It had a huge black star on the cover just like mine did but mine had a red star. I told myself that I would just have a peek... but ended up reading it all. It was only like 5 or 6 pages anyway... okay maybe 10... Franks handwriting is so beautiful and the things he said about me are so touching I shed a tear of joy. ''hold on just a fucking second... FRANK!!!'' I pushed the door of his room open to see three guys sitting on the sofa talking to Mikey. I blushed. ''Erm... Mikey? '' Mikey looked up at me. He looked sorta sad. The guys sitting beside him looked suspicious. ''Gerard someone is gona die tonight...'' Mikeys voice sounded worried. I laughed. ''Yeah I know the whole crowd is Mikey. They love us. '' Mikey shook his head. ''No I’m serious. I’ve had these guys spy on the gang I used to hang with for some time, now listen to this. '' He handed me a voice recorder. I played it. ''This is what Frank warned me about in the letter'' I mumbled. ''What letter? '' ''Oh nothing I’ve.... eh got to go....'' I ran into my room. With a sigh of relief I saw Frank. ''Oh Frank I was so worried about you! Is that my diary? '' Frank looked up as I walked over to him and sat down beside him. ''Oh.... eh..... Yeah I was just...'' ''it’s okay I read yours. Frank we need to be careful. Mikey told me someone is going to die tonight and I don’t want that to be you man! '' I hugged him and I started crying. Frank looked down at me. ''Yeah I know he told me when I got up. Don’t worry Gee I love you too much for you to die. '' Suddenly the bus stopped. I wiped my eyes, we got up and headed for the door. The guys Mikey were talking to had gone. It’s weird they must have got off. Ray came out of his room. Himself and Mikey looked just as confused as we were. ''Don’t worry he was just letting the guys off. '' explained Mikey. I was expecting the bus to start again but it didn’t. Frank and I walked up to the curtain separating us from the bus driver. We pulled the curtain over to see the bus driver staring not saying a word. I waved my hand in front of the old man. ''Hey bus driver...'' suddenly we saw what he was looking at. It was a guy running across the parking lot. Frank squinted his eyes. ''Gerard is that a....a....a gun in his hand? '' I looked down at the bus driver. He had been shot. Blood trickled down from his stripy shirt. Mikey and Ray came to see what was going on. They gasped at the sight. ''What are we going to do with a dead corpse in our tour bus guys? '' asked Ray. ''Come on help me remove him and put him on the couch. '' Ray helped Frank put him on the couch. There was nowhere else to put him and besides we didn’t want to be disrespectful. ''Who’s gona drive? '' We stared at each other. Frank hugged me. ''Frank what are you doing'' Ray and Mikey laughed. I put my head on poor Frank. I could tell he was crying. My shoulder felt wet from his tears. ''Shut up guys can’t you see this is serious? Don’t just stand there do something! '' Mikey sat down in the driver’s seat. ''Erm... Mikey do you know how to drive? '' He glanced at the controls. It was different to a normal car. ''How hard can it be? I mean... you just have to.... or maybe it’s...'' Mikey said pressing different buttons. He looked confused as fuck. ''Or maybe you turn it on first Mikey? '' I said sarcastically. He turned the keys and the engine was on. ''Manual On How To Drive A Tour Bus'' Read Ray. He handed the book to Mikey. ''LOOK OUT GUYS!!!'' screamed Frank. Bullets smashed their way through the glass. We ducked down. ''QUICK MIKEY GO!!!'' Mikeys foot slammed down on the peddle and the tour bus went flying out of the parking lot.