Fake Your Death

Chapter 5

/Frank's pov/

I called Pete to tell him that I was coming home early and that I needed to meet with him and Mikey as soon as possible when I was back.

I also told him that he needed to try to get ahold of Ray and to get him to jersey too.

One thing about Pete that I was incredibly thankful for, he didn't ask questions. If you told Pete to do something and that it was very important he wouldn't sit around asking pointless questions, he just does it.

Gerard was having a panic attack in the airport while we were waiting to board the plane, which I suppose he was completely entitled to considering that at least a third of the people that he would be coming in contact with for the next two weeks all think he's been dead for the past four years.

Just as our plane got called, I got a text from Pete.

'After a fuck ton of convincing, I finally got Ray to come back, he'll be in jersey tomorrow night so this better be really important Iero'

'Trust me, it is'
I responded before adding another message and shoving my phone in my pocket.

/Pete's pov/

'Make some coffee, I'll be there in about two hours'

I read the text from Frank, and was about to respond when Mikey leaned over the back of the couch to look over my shoulder.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked and watched his hazel eyes dart around the screen before looking at me in confusion.

"Frank doesn't even like coffee." Was his only response before walking around the couch to sit next to me.

"Mikey, I know you don't like the idea of Frank coming over but he said it was really important and that you had to be here. So it wouldn't hurt you to share the same air as him for one day, would it?"

He just scoffed and shook his head, "Firstly, yes, and I'm pretty sure being in the same house as him will kill me and you want me to be in a room with him? Do you want me to die, Pete? Don't you love me?" He said sarcastically.

I was about to speak but he shushed me and continued. "Secondly, how do you even know it's important? The word important is very different to Frank than to the rest of the universe, Pete. Even you can agree on that."

The next two and a half hours were spent with Mikey mostly sulking on the couch and periodically seeming to jolt back to life when he thought of a new complaint about Frank.

My phone buzzed and I didn't even have to check it because barely seconds later the doorbell rang.

Wow, time flies when your boyfriend is complaining about your friends.

I heard Mikey groan as I stood up to get the door. When I opened it I offered a quick smile to Frank before my eyes immediately caught sight of the dude with dyed red hair behind him.

Oh my fucking God.

It was Gerard.