Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. six ➫ guitar

frank decided to go check out gerard's room. he stepped onto the carpet and it felt weird to him. he's never felt that way about carpet before.

frank laid down on the neatly made queen sized bed, before noticing a fender telecaster hanging on gerard's wall above the bed. it looked like it could be removed and played. frank was drawn to the shiny black color and he was tempted to play it. he spotted a red honeytone mini-amp on gerard's bedside, along with wires peeking out of the bedside drawer.

frank didn't want to bother gerard, so he closed the door, hoping gerard wouldn't hear him. frank then removed the telecaster from the wall, and plugged the wires into the guitar and the amp.

he gave it a strum. it was well in-tune and perfect for playing. he played a small riff on it just to test it out, then moved onto playing other things.

when frank was younger, he remembered playing guitar for a friend's band in school. he remembered how happy he was on stage, how content he was playing the guitar. frank was always drawn to music, especially because of his grandfather. he shed a few tears, remembering his life back then, and all the good memories he had made through music.

frank started singing. he sang a song he had wrote when he was only fourteen. he never had a title for it, but it was dubbed "this song is a curse" by one of his middle school friends.

"my friends we can do anything.

with science, except say goodbye;

but I'm trying to hold on to anything...

and not mess up everything."

gerard listened to frank singing. he didn't want frank to know he was awake. gerard quietly opened the bedroom door, his friend not noticing. he listened to frank, and he realized how meaningful some of those lyrics were. gerard shut the door inaudibly and stood behind the bed.

"hi frankie." gerard said when frank finished his song.

frank let out a scream. he was frightened by gerard's presence. "gerard you scared me... i didn't wake you up, did i?"

gerard shook his head. "i heard you, and i wanted to listen to you. i didn't know you played guitar."

frank tilted his head. "well yeah. i used to play it a lot when i was in middle and high school. i used to be in my friend's band, pencey prep."

"pencey prep? my little brother auditioned to be in that band." gerard smiled as he sat next to frank in the bed.

frank laughed. "i remember when the band was holding auditions. i wasn't the one choosing people. who's your brother?"

"mikey." gerard responded, thinking about his brother.

"whoa seriously? lil' mikey way right?" frank turned his posture to face gerard. "that kid blew me away! i couldn't believe it when he didn't make it in."

"that's crazy." gerard said. "how did we not know each other..." his voice was trailing off, wondering how frank and gerard hadn't met before.

"yeah, I know. we totally could've been friends back then, ya know." frank looked down at his hands and chuckled, he wish he knew gerard when he was younger. 

silence hushed over the two. frank wanted to embrace gerard, just to thank him for everything. he wanted to tell him how much he liked him, too.

"frank, i..."

is he going to say it? frank was anxious to hear gerard speak.

"...i have to go to sleep. it's almost one. i'll see you in the morning, goodnight dude." gerard gave frank a small hug before exiting the room and shutting the door.

"oh okay." frank said, knowing gerard had already closed the door already. he was disappointed, yet content at the same time. he put the guitar, amp, and cables back and decided to get some shut-eye.