Music, Coffee, and Blood (A Frerard and Rikey Fanfiction)

Paradise...

This part is gonna be realllly good. I can't remember how many days it has taken me just to come up with the idea.

YEE OLD WARNINGS- there are none!

Enjoy guys!

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Mikey POV

"Rayyyyy. Are we there yet?!" I whined.

"No, Mikey. We still have an hour and ten to go."

I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest. Looking out the window. After about 5 minutes, Ray took his free hand and put it on my thigh. I blushed at the sudden touch. Ray giggled.

"You're so cute when you blush, Mikes." He says, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I undid my arms and overlapped his right hand (on my thigh) with my left hand. Using my right arm to prop myself up on the door ledge.

I looked in the rear view mirror and could see Gerard leaning his back against the siding of the van, with Frank snuggled between his legs. I smiled at the sight. They are perfect for each other.

I looked over at Ray next. He is adorable it's not even funny. I squeezed his hand a bit and he smiled. I closed my eyes, drifting into a short, but deep sleep.

(Dream)

I was running through a meadow, with Ray at my left, holding my hand. I heard our laughs echo through the quiet woods. We reached a gymnastics gym thing. We walked inside, only the receptionist was there and we showed her our membership cards. She waved us through. I shrugged off my jacket. Putting it on the ground.

"Mikey, why are we here again? We haven't been here since we were in primary school."

"Showing that I am indeed a better gymnast than you." I smirked. The gym and equipment brought back memories. Ray took off his sweater and put it by my jacket.

"I'll go first." He said.

"Fine, we'll see who does better on the bars and then floor."

We kick off our shoes, walking over to the bars first.

Ray jumped up at warmed up a bit. He was always really good at these. I was okay. He did a routine from our 6th grade year. He landed on the mat perfectly. Throwing one of his cheeky smiles at me.

I jumped up and tried copying what Ray did. I went up and couldn't cross my arms over to turn. So I just went back down, hanging there and dropping down from there.

"Well that sucked." I said.

I wasn't a fan of the uneven bars. I walked to the matted floor. This was more my style. I stood at one corner of the large square. Thinking back to my old gymnastic days. I used to be beast at floor. But I didn't do guys stuff. Ray and I had done the girl stuff.

I instantly remembered the first thing I nailed. I did a few cart wheels and then did a double back handspring, sticking the landing. I turned around and looked at Ray, who's jaw was to the floor.

"Take that, Fro." I smirked.

"How the hell....? We haven't done this shit in ten years Mikes... And your in skinny jeans none the less.... Damn."

"Your turn." I snickered.

Ray walked to the corner I just came from. He did a front handspring and then somehow did a somersault. Not ending up standing, but laying on the ground.

I giggled at him and walked over to him. Reaching my hand out to help him up. But instead, he pulled me down next to him.

"Hi." He says.