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

Chapter 19-Gerard/Pete's POV

A/N:  I put cute Patrick because he is amazing.

As I let go of Frank's hand, I saw that disappointed face of his.

Don't worry, Frank. I let you go because I love you.

When I went back to Heaven, I just witnessed the most beautiful thing in history; Drunk Patrick.
It was like watching a child laughing and knocking over stuff but then he still laughs. Make him fall, he wouldn't cry. He'll laugh more.
He was actually crying, tears of joy, to be exact.

I slowly approached this little young man, who tripped over his own shoes again.

"Man, Patrick. What's wrong with ya?"

Patrick gave a wide grin (damn he's baby cute). "First time to taste wine in like, eternity! I'm so remembering this taste for centuries!"

I laughed. "First time? Man, you're dead, but when you taste wine, that's the real time you live."

Patrick looked at me. "So that means I'm alive?"
I shrugged. "Technically."
And there goes Patrick, running around the lounge, screaming the song "Alive" by Sia.
"I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"
Patrick was knocking everyone down. Patrick, watch out you might fall into the- oh man down he goes.
Patrick fell inside the pool with a big splash.

Everybody looked at Patrick. He wasn't rising up yet. Everybody began to panic. Will Patrick die again? No. That's impossible. Duh.

Just then, Patrick rose and gave a big smile. "I'm okay!"
Everybody laughed and began to party once again, as if nothing happened.
I helped Patrick get out of the pool and gave him a pat at his back.

"What just happened there, you cheeky little guy?"
Patrick raised his hands. "Who knows?"

Pete's POV

What a jerk Mikey Way is.

Leaving me here in Earth, then scaring the living sh*t out of me by hitting me at the bsck of my head?

What a meanie! What is this guy thinking?

Flashback

I was eating in the canteen alone. I was lonely. All the ones that I love were gone. My mother was a b*tch, so when I knew she lived, I didn't care.

I know. I am heartless. I just let Mikey Way die in my arms. Is he ever coming home?

I was muttering some things to myself until someone slapped me at the back of my head.
"Dumba**! Calling me a jerk behind my back! Whi do you think you are, Super Perfect? I think not, wh*re!"

I grabbed the wrist of that person. "And who said you can call me a wh- Mikey?"

It was him. I was sure. He was standing in front of me with that face of his that I never failed to love and he was all in white, like a priest.

"Hell yeah it's Mikey F*cking Way, ready to kick your a**."

I grinned. "Mikey...amazing as always."

Then suddenly, he tackled me into a hug. I felt his soft arms envelope me.
He let go, his body dissolving. I opened my mouth to speak, but he spoke first.
"Bye, Pete!"
"W-wait. Where are you going?"
"To heaven, dumba**!"

Then he was gone.

Flashback ended

I sighed. What was that for? Visiting me, then leaving me?
Whatever. That fact that he visited me made me smile.
Out of all the people still living, he picked the most dashing, most amazing and most handsome guy in history: me.
That guy may be a jerk, but he is definitely sweet and perfect as he is.

Two months after...

It was night, and together with Frank, we visited the burial grounds.
While walking there, Frank spoke up. "Hey Pete."
I looked at him, surprised. He actually talked to me. "Yeah?"
"Mikey was a great man. So cheer up."
I smiled and nodded. "I know. Gerard was great too."
Frank smirked, then looked at his shoes while walking. "He was...a complete jerk."
I laughed. "That is what I said about Mikey. A complete jerk."
Frank nodded his head. "They left us alone in Earth to fight against the Germans! So thoughtful..."
Then we both laughed.

We arrived at the graveyard and Frank let go of  a sigh. "Man...why do I feel so close to the dead now..."
I shrugged. "Maybe because your boyfriend is dead?"
Frank nodded. "Maybe."
I rolled my eyes. That was a joke, Frank.
"Pete, I know it's a joke."
Oh my God.
I saw Frank kneel at Gerard's grave. Frank set down a candle. For a while, we just watched it flicker in the wind.

Frank shook his head. "The flame...it's so beautiful...what's the worst that I can say?"

Just so suddenly, the flame went off. A sudden breeze whipped up. Frank and I looked above, and then we knew that they finally come at last.
And this time, we'll lose.