The Fear Of Falling Apart

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Fin's POV

"Panic aren't gonna tour this year." I tell Pete.
"Really? Why's that?" He asks with concern.
"Brendon wants a break I guess." I shrug.

Pete furrows his eyebrows, but nods all the same. Before either of us can speak again, the front door opens and Gerard walks in with a grin. "I'm stealing your kid to help me with my album." He tells Pete.

"I am hurt." Pete says sarcastically. "Bring them back by ten. We've got stuff on tomorrow."

Got it." Gee smiles. I wave goodbye to Pete, grab my backpack and walk out to Gerard's car, hopping in shotgun without a word.
He pulls out of the driveway and heads down the road.
"I heard Panic's not doing anything at all this year." He tells me. I nod my confirmation. "Yeah, Tan's really upset about it."

"I'm thinking she can help out with the drums. 'Cause we still need a fucking drummer since Bob left." He smiles.

I smile back. "She'd love that."

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"I think I'm done." I smile, finishing off the shading and touching up the outline of the raygun I've designed. Gerard leans over my shoulder and smiles down at the picture of the ray gun. "It looks great." He tells me. "I think that's gonna be the final copy."

"Really?" I ask, my eyes wide with amazement.
"Really." He smiles in confirmation. "I'll send it off tonight and hopefully it will be here by next month."
I smile with pride at his words.

"Hey do you want coffee?" Gerard asks as he gets up and heads towards the kitchen.

"No thanks, but do you have soda?" I ask. He throws a can at me and I catch it, tapping the bottom to let the bubbles die down.

Gerard came to me a few months ago and asked if I could help out with the art and the concept of the next My Chem album. It's probably one of the biggest honours in the world, or it is to me at least.

So I've been helping the band with the concepts, and it started out as a side thing, but honestly it's grown so much and I'm just so proud.

Right now we're at Gerard's place awaiting the rest of the band to work on costume designs.
"I'm gonna work on the helmet." I call, heading out to his smallish backyard.
About a week ago I started making a yellow motorbike helmet for one of the Mikey's character. Today I head out and pull off the last of the masking tape that was covering the visor, finding the helmet completed. I set to work polishing it and pulling off stray peices of tape.

When Mikey walks out to say hi, I hold it up proudly, a smile on my face. "What do you think?"

Mikey smiled at me, carefully taking it before totally geeking out about how sci-fi it looked and the Starfox reference on the visor. I smiled to myself as Gerard walked out with Frank and Ray, the three of them watching the younger Way brother.

"Oh, uh, hi guys. When did you get there exactly?" He asked, his face flushing.

We laugh it off and he tries the helmet on. I'll be honest, while he was doing stupid action poses I was taking photos, and I don't even slightly regret it.

When Frank drops me home a few hours later I'm tired but happy. We finalised the costume concepts and sent off some designs for approval.
"See ya' when I see ya' kid!" Frank calls as I get out of the car. I smile and give him a wave as I walk through the front door.

"My child has returned!" Pete smiles, opening his arms for a hug. I gladly accept with a smile on my face. It's just nice to share a hug with someone you care about every once in a while. "Pick a movie, any movie." He tells me, throwing the Netflix remote at me as we take our usual spots on the couch.

And that's how we spent the Friday night, watching B-grade horror movies and making our own commentary.

Actual plots coming in the next chapter, I promise