(COMPLETED) You are Never Coming Home >>Frerard, Rikey, Petekey, Peterick, Ryden

Chapter 5- Gerard's POV

Little did Gerard realize that his life will change forever.
'This Frank creep is not so much of a creep,' Gerard thought silently when they both finally stopped laughing.
When Gerard first saw Frank, he felt a shiver go done his spine. This guy may be short, but his eyes were startingly beautiful. It scared the living hell out of Gerard.
Frank asked Gerard if he will pack his guitar already. Gerard nodded a yes, then Frank started packing away.
Gerard glanced at his watch. 10 o' clock p.m.
It was time to sleep.
Gerard decided to visit his brother this night one more time.
"I'll just go to my brother, Frank."
"Sure."
Then Gerard left.
Once he stepped outside the tent, a cold wind swept his hair off his face. His clothes whipped in the wind, and then Gerard shivered.
It's cold.
The bonfire let out a little spark on his heart, which gave him a feeling he never felt in a long time: love.
His thoughts were disrupted by a sudden voice, shouting, "Excuse me, sir. Are you lost?"
Gerard turned to the voice to see the lieutenant of the army, Lt. Patrick Stump, the super dope guy (as Mikey calls him) running towards him. "Sir, are you lost?" he repeated.
"Um..no. i was just going to visit my brother in the evacuation tent."
Patrick nodded. "Okay then. Come, I will lead you."
Gerard accepted this and began walking with Patrick.
"Hey," Patrick said. "I know we just met but, how did you become so tall?"
Gerard shrugged. "Uh..dunno, Trick. Height is in the genes."
Patrick grunted at this, which made Gerard laugh a bit. "I want to have some friction in my genes. I wanna be tall."
Gerard just silently laughed at that.
They then began walking in silence. The silence was broken by Gerard when he said, "Exactly how old are you, Patrick?"
Patrick stopped his footsteps, which made Gerard stop too. "Let's see. As of February 14..I am 32 years, 9 months, 2 weeks and 4 days old."
Gerard face-palmed. "I meant your age according to years. No-Trick. I know. You are 32."
Patrick laughed, then began walking again. "Haha yes. I was just being..nevermind. Oh, here is the evac tent."
Gerard nodded a thanks as he stepped in the tent and departed from Patrick.
He immediately spotted his brother because Mikey was with Gerard's best friend, Ray Toro. Ray has an enourmous fluffy afro which is kind of hard to miss.
"Hey, Mikey!"
Mikey looked up from his and Ray's conversation and waved a big, "Hi!"
Ray turned too. Ray was so delighted to see his bestfriend. He tackled Gerard on the floor, which made Mikey laugh.
"Oh my gosh, Gee! You're here! I am soo happy. Not to mention, your brother is pretty corny like you."
Gerard smirked, then hugged Mikey. "Hey, MikeyWikes. How are you with the Fro man?"
Mikey laughed. "Well, he is sweet. Unlike you. Sike, brother. You are wonderful."
Gerard grinned then hugged Ray once more, because he said he was feeling rejected. "Ray, we wil never reject you. Too kind to be rejected."
Ray laughed. "Thanks, GeeGee."
Gerard looked at his watch, then looked down. "Oh gosh. I have to leave. Sorry Mikes, Rayfro. I've got to go."
Mikey and Ray waved their goodbyes, then Gerard said, "This may be our last goodbye. You never know."
Mikey smirked. "Eh. When you die, I won't cry."
Gerard rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Mikey. Just don't have s** with my best friend."
"Hey, what was that for?"
"We won't do that. I swear."
Gerard smiled then left.

Patrick was outside, nearly dozing off. Gerard gave a tap, then Patrick literally jumped. "Awake!"
Gerard chuckled a bit. "And somehow afraid."
Patrick dusted his pants. "At least I'm not asleep or dead."
"Kay, whatevs, Trick. Lead me back to the tent." Gerard said, chuckling.
Patrick nodded. "Sure."

Gerard arrived in the tent. He found Frank sleeping on his mattress, his guitar laid over him, cord and everything. He wanted to wake up Frank to move out and pack his guitar, but realizing it was hopeless, Gerard packed Frank' guitar and amplifier, then sat on Frank's mattress. He brought out his sketchpad.
Another sketch in my life.
He heard a gentle snore and then Gerard knew what to do.

The next day, Gerard woke up to the scream of Frank. "Where the f*** is my f****** guitar?"
Gerard moaned as Frank shook him. "Gerard! My guitar is lost!"
Gerard pulled his blanket over his head. "I packed it. It is at the corner of the tent. You slept playing it, which is amazing, since that thing is hella loud."
Frank snorted. "B****. I wore earplugs."
Gerard didn't reply, because he drifted into sleep once again.
"GERARD!!!!!"

After a while, Gerard finally woke up. When he woke up, he nearly beheaded his tentmate, who was looking at the drawings Gerard drew on his sketchpad.
"FRANK IERO!"
Frank innocently flipped the pages. "These drawings are good. They are so depressing, though. Some of them."
"Frank, please give it to me..I beg you..that is privacy!"
Gerard said.
The image of the scene Frank and Gerard is showing a red-headed giant pleading to a black-haired runt with a sketchbook.
"Hey, you. Narrator." Frank said.
"What?"
"This ain't a scene it's a-"
"God**** Frank shut up!" Gerard shouted.
Frank giggled then fliped through Gerard's life once more.
Suddenly, he stopped. "Oh my gosh..." he whispered.
"This so beautiful..but depressing....Gerard, do you really want to escape reality?"
Gerard nodded slowly. "Yes..I actually do.."
Frank then flipped to the last page.
He stopped.
He looked at Gerard.
"Why am I here?"

Gerard looked at Frank. "That's my life, motherf*****. I draw everything. It is my diary for me. But then YOU f****** saw it. So Frank, give that back."
Frank handed Gerard his sketchpad. "Um..if you are not mad at me Gerard..can I ask you something?"
Gerard faced Frank. "What."
"Why do I look so cute here?"