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

Chapter 6- Frank's POV

"Narcissim. I just drew what you look like."
Those were the things Gerard said when I browsed his sketchbook diary and saw myself there, asleep.
It looked exactly like me. Every inch, every sketch and lines were drawn with excellency.
I never knew this guy got some talent in drawing too.
"It's so unfair," I told Gerard, who was keeping his sketchpad in his Herschel bag. "Why do you get to have so many talents?"
Gerard stopped. "Me? Many talents? You must be kidding. I am a no one. I have no talent."
"You? No talent? What do you call your drawings? Your singing voice? Ugly?"
Gerard nodded a slight yes.
"Oh f*** you Gee."
He gave me a smile that made me smile too.

We were gathered once again in the Main Tent. Gerard was disappointed when they said, "only the eighteen-year-olds". I asked him about this.
"Oh. My brother is sixteen."
I sighed as he got lost once again in his own world. It was obvious; his eyes were drifting away from reality. For the first time, I saw a sparkle in his eyes.
He was happy to be in a world alone.
Dr. Death Defying said something about practice. I wasn't able to catch it because I was too preoccupied with my troubled thoughts about liking a guy.
Suddenly, everyone began heading out to the tent.
I looked at my right to ask where they were, but then he was gone.
S***. Where has he gone now?
At that exact moment, I saw a glimpse of red hair. "Gerard!" I said, running to Gerard. I accidentally bumped into him. "I'm sorry-"
"Who are you?" He asked. He was around my height, which was 5"6, and he was definitely not Gerard. He was scary, and I didn't like it. Unlike how I am scared of Gerard.
"My name is-"
"Pete, give him to me."
I turned around to find Gerard standing behind me. He didn't smile at all. He had a stern face, but his eyes were clouding with concern. "Where did you go, Frank?"
"I-"
The guy Pete pushed me to Gerard. "Just have 'em. He's such a d*****b** like your brother."
Gerard rolled his eyes. He set out a tired sigh, then began pulling me away.
Once we were far away from Pete, I asked Gerard, "Why didn't you fight back? That was your brother he called a d*****b**!"
Gerard didn't look at me. He was busy trying to see where he was going, because the sun was blinding him. "Smart people know when to shut up." he said, going to a station with lots of people inside.
I smiled. "Nice one, Gee."
But once again, he was lost in his world.
We headed inside the Target Practice Gym, the place we were supposed to go.
"HERE, A RIFLE FOR THE GERARD WAY AND A...HOW OLD ARE YOU, SIR IERO? 12?" A guy in a soldier jacket said. I looked at him. "Is this a joke?"
The guy looked at me dead serious. "DO I LOOK LIKE A JOKE TO YOU?"
I was about to say something, until Gerard said, "Calm down, jacket sl*t. He's eighteen."
I looked at Gerard. "As soon as I get my gun-"
The jacket sl*t that Gerard talked to cut me off. "Don't even have a gun!"
I rolled my eyes. I looked at Gerard, who sighed. "God, Jon. Just give Frank a gun."
Jon grunted. "Have a knife. It's way better."
He tossed me a knife, which I caught miraculously. I gave Gerard a look, who shrugged.
After lots of pursuading from Gerard, I finally got a rifle. He didn't take away my knife, though. Gerard wanted a knife too so Jon gave him.
When we were walking away, we heard Jon mutter, "Kids today.."
Gerard and I looked at each other and snickered.

We were late for practice.
Well, not super late. Just late enought to let Lt. (Little) Patrick Stump to get adorably mad at me and Gerard.
"HEYYY WHY DID YOU COME HERE SO LATE??? HOW DARE YOU!!! AND I SAW YOU TWO LOITERING AROUND!!! YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED GREATLY!! I WILL-I WILL-Wait, is that you, Frank and Gerard?" He said. He began to smile greatly. "OMG I thought you two died! Good thing you guys are safe and sound! Oh praise the Lord!" He cried.
Everyone looked at each other. For the first minute, Patrick was threatening us with a good time by ranting about not being early then just so suddenly, he realized it was me and Gerard then he began crying tears of joy because we came and we didn't die.
"Okay!" Patrick said, wiping his eyes. "Attention! Soldiers, bring out the dummies!"
Fifteen of us eighteen-year-olds (Gerard and I weren't included) stood up and left the room and came back with human-sized dolls and hung them behind Patrick. (BTW, in case you people didn't know, Patrick is my, yes, it's weird, I know, my uncle so of course I know him. And..it is only in this story. Please. Not in real life. I am older than him in real life)
"Each of you was given either a rifle and a gun." Patrick said, pacing around the room. I raised my hand. "Um..Gee and I got both."
Patrick looked at us. "Eh. It's fine. Anyways, you have to take three shots. Head, chest, and abdomen. Best if you can hit the exact spot thrice. And, the dummies are now yours!"
Gerard and I stayed beside each other. I aimed for the head, put my finger on the trigger then pulled it.
And it missed.
I looked at Gerard, who shot the head once in the bull's eye, a bull's eye shot in the chest, a bull's eye shot in the abdomen, then he threw his knife at the exact place the first bullet went, making the first bullet fall on the floor with a clink.
The whole room went silent. Everyone just witnessed Gerard's dead accuracy. And this time, nobody minded him when he walked out of the room.
I stared at him, wide-eyed. I ran after him. And nobody stopped me either.
"Gee! You walk so fast! And, Gee! Dead accuracy! How the hell did you do that?" I asked him once I caught up with him. He blew a lock of hair off his face.
"Pure luck."