Pretty in Punk (frerard)

Epilogue

Okay this took longer than 10 minutes but I kept getting notifications so that's your faults not mine

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"Gerard, come on, I'm gonna be late for my test," Mikey complained.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Fuck off!" I called.

I pulled on my black skinny jeans. I picked up a black t-shirt off my floor, smelling it and shrugging as I threw it on. I grabbed my leather jacket, looking at the posters that covered my bedroom walls. I looked at myself in my mirror, fussing up my black hair and smudging my eyeliner.

"Gerard!" Mikey shouted.

"Oh my god, take a fucking pill or something, jesus christ," I said.

I grabbed my backpack and frowned, going down the stairs.

"Gerard, be nice to your brother," my dad scolded.

I rolled my eyes, going into the kitchen. My mom handed me a bagel and I walked outside to where Mikey was waiting. We got into the car and he scowled, crossing his arms.

"Why can't I drive?" He complained.

"My car," I stated.

I drove to the school, music blasting through the speakers, which I knew was something that has annoyed Mikey ever since we were little. Growing up, he's never liked loud sounds, they gave him headaches. When I was seven I learned I could use this to my advantage.

I parked outside the school and Mikey sighed. He grabbed his stuff and unbuckled.

"What? Aren't you coming too?" He asked.

"Nah, I'm gonna go hang out with my boyfriend," I said.

"Again? Mom and dad are already pissed about you always skipping your classes, especially to hang out with him," Mikey said.

"Well fuck them, who cares what they think?" I asked.

Mikey scoffed, getting out and slamming the door. I texted my boyfriend, listening to music as I waited for him.

Gerard: hey, baby, I'm outside in my car. Let's skip class together. We can go and make out or something.

I glanced out my window, seeing some group of guys hanging out around a truck. They all had on mostly black and the majority wore leather jackets similar to mine. I noticed one  boy in particular. He had dark hair that was cut extremely short, like a buzzcut. He had tattoos all over his hands and probably more under his jacket. Even from here, I could see the sparkle in his greenish eyes. Someone walked up to him, some boy I didn't recognize in a pink dress. He was holding a Hello Kitty stuffed toy as he leaned up to give a kiss to the boy with the green eyes.

"Checking out boys other than me?" Someone asked.

I jumped, looking over at my boyfriend, Pete, who I hadn't even known had gotten into the car.

"Only sizing them up in case I'll have to fight them for you," I said.

Pete laughed, leaning over to give me a kiss.

"That guy has kids toys," I remarked.

"Oh, yeah, he's kinda weird," Pete said. "Anyways, where to?"

I smirked, reaching under my seat and pulling out a bottle of vodka.

"Well, since you asked," I said.

Pete smiled, taking the bottle from my hand. I grabbed a cigarette, putting it between my lips as I lit it. I smirked over at Pete, reversing out of the parking lot as we went off to no doubt smoke, get drunk, and fuck.

I gasped, sitting up and crying.

"Gee, what's wrong?" Mikey asked.

"Scary dream," I whimpered, hugging Dee.

"Oh, they're not real," Mikey said, looking out the window sadly. "We're here."

I looked out, thinking about my dream. I didn't want black hair and I didn't wanna wear jeans and I didn't want to drive I just wanted to watch Hello Kitty and play with my toys. It took me a moment as I finally understood my dream. That's what would've happened if my mom hadn't taken me away as a baby.

That's what my life would've been.

"C'mon, Gee," Mikey said, holding my hand as we got out of the car.

I was wearing a black dress with black heels, holding Dee to my chest as we walked into the church. Ms. Iero came over, giving me a hug. I cried, hugging her tight.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Stop blaming yourself, sweetheart," she said softly, pulling away to look at me. "Everyone has their own time, this was Frank's time to go."

I wiped my eyes as we went to the front. Mikey had explained to me what would happen last night and what I would see since I've never been to a funeral before and he didn't want me getting scared.

I stepped up to the casket nervously. He told me Frank's dead body would be there and to not freak out. I took a few steps slowly, looking in and seeing Frank. He was pale, his eyes closed and hands clasped over his stomach. He was dressed in a fancy suit and you could see some stitches on his forehead. His hair had grown out a little since when I first met him all those months ago. I never even noticed how much his hair had grown out. It was still short but longer now than his buzzcut. For some reason, not ever noticing made me feel worse. Like I didn't love him enough, or didn't show him that I loved him enough.

I sobbed, falling to my knees. The whole room felt like it was spinning. My tummy hurt so bad. My heart did too, my heart hurt.

"Gee," Mikey sighed softly, kneeling beside me.

I sat against the table the coffin was on, hugging Dee tight. My dad and Mikey eventually left to go sit in the benches. People came and went, giving their regards to Ms. Iero, who stood by the casket next to me.

"Here, Gee, drink some of this," she said.

She handed me a water bottle and I drank it. I wiped away my tears as more people I didn't recognize stepped up. They said the same things as everyone else. That's what I've noticed, everyone just says the same things. 'He was too young', 'i'm sorry for your loss', 'he's in a better place now'. Nobody really said anything about Frank. Nobody talked about how funny he was, how caring, how much he loved music, how he always had a smile on his face, how he was protective of the ones he loved. They all just seemed to repeat the same empty messages.

"Gee, sweetheart, you have to come sit down now," Ms. Iero whispered as she kneeled beside me, resting a hand on my back. "Frank's grandpa is going to give the eulogy now."

I shook my head, clutching Dee tight. She kissed my forehead, standing up and going to sit next to my dad. I heard his grandpa start talking as I sat next to the casket, bawling my eyes out. I got up on my knees, looking at Frank through tear filled eyes. I put Dee in the casket, tucking her in under his arm. I looked back at Ms. Iero, who smiled sadly and nodded. I looked back to Frank, wiping my eyes.

"My Mama gave me Dee when I was little to keep me safe and so I wasn't lonely," I whispered. "Now you can have her, she'll keep you safe and she can be your best friend in heaven too. I love you, Frankie."