The Light Behind Your Eyes (Frerard)

2

2 years later

"Splatter?"

I looked up the alley way, and watched the dark figure that the other side.

"Well look who decided to join the party."

I smirked, walking up to her, smelling the smoke from her cigarette.

"They don't call me Party Poison for nothing."

She laughed and pulled the cigarette from her mouth. "You know that's bad for you, right?"

She laughed. "If we're gonna talk about what's bad, I think we'd rather be burning your information."

I chuckled and looked at her, her soothing lilac hair, and her blue eyes were a pop from the darkness. Her eyes still had that childish glint to them, her usual smirk on her face.

"So where's Ghoul?"

She took another puff of her cigarette and snickered. "Why so anxious to see your boyfriend? You see him almost everyday."

I felt my face flush and I knew it could've easily been the color of my hair. "I'm not gay, Elle."

She laughed, putting out her cigarette with her fingers. "You're 24 years old and having no girlfriend. That makes you gay."

I rolled my eyes and she continued on, "Gee, you're as straight as the arrow on that sign." She pointed at on old sign covered in dirt. It had an arrow that curved and twisted.

"Very funny Cy-" she cut me off, "plus," she did a little jump and bumped me with her ass. "Gay for Gerard Way."

I flushed and heard footsteps. "WELL IF IT ISNT CYBER BIG ASS SPLATTER AND PARTY FUCKIN POISON!"

We turned, Elle throwing the cigarette to the floor. We knew how much Frank hated for her to be smoking.

"Hey ghoul. Poison here was just telling me ho-"

I grabbed her and pulled her against my chest, covering her mouth with my hand. "HOW I LOVE BEANS."

I felt something wet and slimy and my eyes widened when I realized what it was.

"SPLATTER THAT'S DISGUSTING."

I practically threw her, wiping her saliva off my hand and cringing. Her and Frank were laughing their asses off while I suffered.

I looked over at them and actually looked at them for the first time in a long time.

Their real, genuine laughs. The way Elle grabbed Frank's shoulder to steady herself from laughing too hard, Frank laughing at Elle dying.

"Guys. The radio?"

They giggled and Elle pulled a small box out from her white, paint splattered jacket.

She opened the box, placing the small device on the floor and sitting cross legged while me and Frank sat opposite of her.
(Screw correct grammar)

She turned a knob, and tuned the radio. "I'm getting the station guys. Hold on and don't start making out." Frank and I both burned bright red while Elle fiddled with the machine.

Eventually, a low static was heard and a disoriented voice came through.

"Look alive, sunshine."

"I GOT IT CONNECTED!"

"One-oh-nine in the sky.
But the pigs won't quit.
You're here with me-
Doctor Death Defy."

She squealed and turned it up slightly.

"I'll be your surgeon,
your proctor, your helicopter.
Pumping out the slaughter-matic sounds.
To keep you live."

Elle laughed and Frank was listening intently. It continued for a a while and then we started chanting the part we knew by heart.

"The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary!"
It's time to do it now and do it loud,"

Elle paused for the dramatic effect.

"Killjoys, make some noise!"

She stood up and started dancing the familiar music, the music with no words.

The music continued until it was suddenly cut off. Crackling was heard them a  monotone voice came on.

"This is a message from Better Living Industries..."

Elle groaned and picked up the radio. "Guess it's time to kill this one too."

She threw it down and we began smashing the poor thing. She threw the remainder of the radio into the trash.

She paused, reaching into the trash can filled of literal shit. "SPLATTER THAT'S DISGUSTING DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GERMS ARE IN-"

She pulled out spray cans. The colors were green, red, and a light pink. "Well," she walked, swaying her hips and throwing the cans up and down.

"Let's do the math. There's a wall," she motioned to the wall behind her and stopped next to the short shit and I.

"And there's paint." She threw the green can at Frank and the red can at me. "Shall we begin?"

I did my signature symbol, a pill with a large, sideways, red X on the bottom.

Frank sprayed a circle and put a smiley face with two eyes, then paused to put an X on one eyes and make markings across the mouth to symbolize stitches or something.

Elle shook the pink can and drew a simple circle. She spray dots all around a big fat X in the middle.

We watched her and she turned, looking at us. "Saw it on a box and it looked cool."

I laughed and threw my arms around both of their shoulders. "Let's just head back already."
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GOD DAYUM THIS CHATER WAS SHORT.
SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR A LONG TIME.
IM BACK THOU.
ILL TRY TO FIX MY WRITING
AIGHT
THATS ALL
BYE MY CHERRYPUFFS💕
-Ellie