Flicker, Fade ⧫ Kellic / Ryden / Jardougall / Jalex

5 :: nightmare

[january 15th]

: i'm not sure how to apologize for the pain anyone reading this is going to endure at chapters 14-15. i'm in actual tears and maybe it's all because of defeater or maybe it's all because of what i just fuckign WROTE i've given up on every other story i'm writing to do this one this is absolute true dedication 

anyways this title sounds so ominous honestly it's just a filler and a break from the drama in which i introduce some more characters. the song is nightmare by the amity affliction if you haven't listened to them please do they are such a good band 

also ha ha there's like 4 lines of spoilers for a stephen king book in here. sorry if you were planning on reading end of watch. but also can i apologize again for how absolutely terrible this chapter is. it is the actual definition of a filler it isn't good i'm sorry you can honestly skip it there is nothing whatsoever that adds to the plot in here except that frank iero is the best. obviously.

you know love still fills your lungs

we breathe the same air

and you are far too fucking young

to let the weight of the world destroy you

so one more night

breathe for me

Gee Way liked being in charge. It felt nice to be in charge, to be in control over something for once. For most of her life, Gee had never been able to make her own decisions. Born in the wrong body to the wrong parents, Gee had been the wrong kid living the wrong life. Nothing had gone her way, or so she thought, right up until high school when she met Frank, and Frank had been the only thing that had made everything right. She knew what she was doing now, she supposed, because she had a job and a life and actually, if she stopped to think about it, she was living the happy kind of life she had always dreamed of.

The kind of life where she shared a small but cute apartment that was messy and smelled like a home smelled with Frank, the kind of life where she worked whatever jobs she wanted whenever she wanted and enjoyed them, the kind of life where she knew for sure that there were people who cared about her well-being, the kind of life where she could spend mornings drinking high quality tea at the record store she worked at and could spend evenings doing random modeling gigs her high quality friends got her into and could spend nights having high quality sex with her boyfriend and sometimes smoking only just quality weed late at night.

So life was good. Life was good and Gee was in love with someone and loved other people and things, which was always good. Love was a feeling that Gee would never get sick of, and she was glad that she got to feel it as often as she did.

For example: she loved Frank Iero. But she wasn't sure exactly how much she loved him when he was waking her up screaming over deals they had on merch for their store, though, but she was still certain that she loved him. His voice was squeaky in the mornings and it was even squeakier when there was a cough drop half down his throat and he was shrieking the "E" vowel like a deranged vulture.

"Geeeee!" He called from the other room, his fingers tapping out irregular rhythms on the keyboard. Gee rolled up in the blankets, turning herself into a sort of burrito.

"Gee!" He screamed, then resorting to coughing, probably choking on his cough drop.

"Hmm?" Gee moaned, curling the blankets around her as she sat up. Frank stepped into the room, his small frame standing in the doorway, his knee bouncing to a phantom beat in his head.

"I need my beauty sleep," complained Gee, pushing her hair back. Frank stared from the door, his hip cocked and his shirt riding up a little to show some of the ink that ran along his side. Gee loved Frank's tattoos. She was scared of needles and knew that she would never be able to get one, so Frank had done something that she characterized as one of the many things about him that he loved: he got every tattoo that she would have gotten if she could have.