Floating on a Tidal Wave - Frerard One-Shots

The Fields

Frank's POV
"What are you doing here all alone?" I heard a voice behind me say. I jumped maybe a mile high if that were possible.

"Who the hell are you?" I breathed out. He smiled and sat down next to me, against the tree. Ever heard of personal space? Apparently not, but surprisingly, I didn't mind.

"You don't have to use that language with me, sugar." He says and I flinch.

"What are you doing here? This is my dream." I stated. He shrugged and and I took in his features. His glossy, yet greasy black hair glistened in the summer wind. Its always summer here in my dream, its my favorite season. His hazel eyes stared at me with curiosity. He looked at me like I was the most interesting thing he's ever seen.

"Whats wrong, sugar?" He frowned, sitting criss-cross and shut his eyes, softly smiling. It was hard not to call him adorable in that moment. I was confused though. Something is wrong with me? I felt completely normal. I think?

"What are you talking about?" I asked. He didn't open his eyes but he laughed and shook his head, softly making a scoffing noise.

"Something is bothering you? What is it?" He asked.

"I really don't know what you-"
"How's you're sister?" He suddenly asks making my breath hitch and tears sprung to my eyes. His eyes snapped open and he had a concerned look on his face.

"How do you know about her?" I whispered, a tear trailing down my face and he finally looked at me and the concerned look turned into sympathy and I immediately recoiled. I hated sympathy. People treat you differently when they pity you, and I absolutely despised that.

"I know alot of things about you, sugar." He smiled sadly, when suddenly I hiccuped, now realising that I was crying.

"H-how? That d-doesn't make sense." I stated and he stood up, pulling me up with him.

"How about you find out." He said, wiping my tears from my eyes with his thumb. Me looking for comfort, leaned into his touch and he chuckled.

"How?" I asked and he snapped his fingers. I felt myself being ripped apart then put back together. I looked at my surroundings and recognized it immediately. The playground. The playground me and my sister always went to when our parents had time. I smiled and it faltered when I heard a familiar laugh.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"A memory. We're gonna take a little tour in that messed up head of yours." He smiled and a little girl zoomed past us, along with a little boy who also seemed familiar.

"Thats me and..." I choked a little, holding back sobs.

"Your beautiful sister." He finished.
I looked at where my past self was and saw them chasing each other in a game of tag. With me covered in dirt from falling constantly, her being the same.

"Suzie..." I whispered.
"Why are you showing me this?" I asked Gerard, who seemed to be smiling at little me.

"I just wanted to show you how happy you were back then. . . would you like to leave?" He asked and I nodded. Once again, he snapped his fingers, the same feeling came back of being ripped in half but I expected it this time.

I now looked around again, expecting to see suzie somewhere but I only saw the thirteen year old me, sitting at the edge of the dock, swaying a stick in the water with my head sitting on my palm, looking rather sad.

I suddenly remember this memory. It was when suzie went to her friends to sleepover and I missed her.

I giggled at my pathetic behavior. I knew she would come back and I was being selfish at the time.

"Look at you. All down 'cause you couldn't see your sister. Its sweet and selfish at the same time." He said and snickered.

"Why this memory?" I asked and he shrugged.

"I just admire how you missed her so much in that amount of time. You even face timed her all night." He chuckled. He snapped again and I smiled wide, almost glowing from happiness.

I looked at the scene in front of me and couldn't help but to laugh and smile. Me and suzie were dancing on her bed. Jumping around and holding hands, singing loudly to How to be a heartbreaker by Marina and the diamonds. I realized that I probably looked really gay singing that. Even Gerard was laughing at my enthusiastic behavior.

"When was this?" He asked, even though I'm pretty sure he knows.

"When I was seventeen going on thirty." I chuckled and he snickered too.

"You were so different. . . Happy too." He sighs and the scene fades. I then realize what the next memory is and before I could protest we were already there. I whimpered and he turned away.

There suzie lay, with her stomach pressed against the floor while blood oozed from her back of stab wounds. You also could see bruises littering her long, skinny legs and her beautiful, freckled face. Her ginger hair sprawled out in all directions but her face peaceful. Cops stood above her, checking her pulse and shaking their heads and then I turned to myself. Looking shocked but it looked like I couldn't breathe, almost frozen, Then suddenly started to scream. In that moment I felt my chest tighten and my stomach heave, breaking into a cold sweat. I start to breathe heavy as I watch myself pass out. I look towards him and he shakes his head.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I heaved and he turned towards me.

"So you can move on." He stated.

"No, I can't. This just makes it worse."

"Look at me, frank." He demanded and I did, clutching my stomach doing so.

"It is not your fault." He said and I denied it internally.

"I know." I lied.

"No Frank. It is NOT your fault." He says walking towards me.
"It is not your fault you found your sister like this."

"I know that." I lied again.

"Its not your fault."

"C'mon dude, stop. I know."

"Its not your fault." He says, a foot away from me. I started to tear up.

"Don't fuck with me, man!" I said, tears now rolling.

"Its not your fault." I collapsed, sobbing loudly.

"Its not your fault." I screamed then, covering my ears.

"Yes it is! Yes it is! If I would've come home earlier, I would've been able to save her! Its all my fault!" I yelled and he grabbed me into a tight hug.

"Its not." He whispered and I hugged him back, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Move on, sugar. She's gone and you can't do anything about it. Just know it wasn't your fault and frank?" He asked and I sniffled, nodding.

"Yeah?"

"Wake up."

I shot my eyes open to be met with worried eyes And them straddling me.

"Frankie?" He asked

"Gerard?" I asked.

"Are you okay, sugar?" He asked and I grabbed him into a warm embrace.

"I am now."

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Hey motherfuckers! Haven't updated in a long time. I just got inspired to do this by two movies. The lovely bones and some other movie with robin williams.
Soo,
Stay beautiful, Bitches.
Stay handsome, Assholes.