The Chasing of Moons

The Chapter That Just So Happens To Have Been Written on Brendon Urie's Birthday

"Alright small human, what the fuck was that about out there?" Brendon says, finally willing himself to speak when they're in the sanctuary of the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them. Frank wants to say something about that being a problem, because what if someone tries to come in here, realizes it's locked and goes to tell the teacher, but what's a detention anyway when he just figured out why Gee looked so familiar.

"I just... you didn't recognize him?" Frank asks.

"Yes of course I did, we've been in the same class as that guy for like ever," Brendon says, "but what does that have to do with the fact that you practically assaulted him? Who did you think he was? You kept saying that it was him? Him who?"

"Him!" Frank shouts, a little too loudly, and he knows he really should watch his voice, because they could get themselves into trouble by barricading that door, but he just doesn't care right now. He doesn't have it in him to worry about something as menial as that.

"Once again, we run into that big problem, him who?" Pete says, looking, if it's possible, even more confused than Brendon. Then again, Pete does make a living of looking pretty oblivious at most things, but this is a new level, even for him.

"You don't remember? It was..." Frank stops, thinking his words through before saying them, and reminds himself, he's supposed to be straight. He's supposed to have gone home with a chick a few nights ago, not their classmate Gerard's doppelgänger, but not doppelgänger. "That guy. The one who was eavesdropping on us at the bar."

Brendon's eyebrows furrow together, and he's starting to actually debate whether or not Frank really does need to go see the school nurse.

"You mean the guy who literally never turned around so we never actually saw his face?" Pete asks.

"What?" Frank questions, and that's when he remembers the actual exchange, because, fuck, Pete's right. He never did turn around in the bar. Frank only got a real look at him a couple minutes later when they were outside. That's the only time he ever really figured out what the guy looked like.

"Oh," Frank says, "Well fuck. Because, uh, after you two left he talked to me again, and I got a look at him."

"Okay, so, that's nice," Brendon says hurriedly, "but that does not explain what the hell that was about."

"They had the exact same face!" Frank insists, "They had the same face! The Gerard guy literally was the guy at the bars twin, but he was older than that. He was, like ten years older, but they still had the exact same face."

"Alright, great, so they looked similar."

"No! They had the exact same face!"

"Except one of them was ten years older," Brendon says and that's when Frank has the realization that he could literally show the two of them photographic proof, get a police lineup, and have a DNA test, and they still would not believe a single word that comes out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck, you guys are the worst friends ever," Frank says with annoyance, and still panicking like his life depends on it, before he heads toward the door.

"Where the hell are you going?" Pete asks, following behind him and putting his hand in front of the door.

"I'm not going insane!" Frank says to him, loudly, "I'm not! I swear!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Okay, I know they had the same face. Believe me or don't, I don't give a shit, but they had the same face and there is nothing you can say or do to change that."

"Alright, but, did you ever stop to think that they're brains are not connected by a wire or something? Like, they have the same face or so you say, that does not mean they know of each other or what the other is thinking, so going up to that kid like that was about as confusing for him as you can get. Like what was that even fucking about? What happened to your fucking filter before you made an idiot of yourself like that?"