Chemical! at the Disco- A Ryden/Frerard Tale

Chapter 2

Ryan's POV:

I get home and get onto my computer to see a bajillion people freaking out over a cancelled MCR concert. Please don't be the one I'm going to with Brendon! Please Please Please! Oh my god I'm such a baby! Get a grip Ryan! Of course. It's the concert I was supposed to go to with Brendon...But it says that they're going to pick two lucky tickets and they can spend a whole day with them and come up onstage at the rescheduled concert! Wow! That would be amazing! AND WITH BRENDON! That would be so amazing!!!!! Okay, rambling again. But this is turning out to be better than I expected. I text Brendon, "Hey so apparently the concert is rescheduled but they're doing this thing where two ticket buyers spend a day with them and go on stage at the concert, I feel like it'll be awesome if we win, there's a slim chance but just letting you know it's not tomorrow anymore and yeah bai!" Ok I'm awkward as you know. I sit on my maroon-rose colored couch and wait for a response. I go from sitting upright with my back against the couch and feet on the floor to my legs on the couch's back and my hair almost touching the ground. After about a minute I switch to laying down straight across the couch. Then I get up and pace for a little while and check to see if he responded. Nothing. It's only been four minutes. He's probably out. I just have to be patient. Six more minutes pass, I've already checked my phone 19 times. Maybe he's asleep. It is 11:45, not that late, but late enough that sleeping now wouldn't be abnormal. You know, sleeping wouldn't that bad of an idea. I layed down on the couch in my living room to try and sleep. My parents were in the middle of one of their, "minor arguments," as they like to call them, I'd like to call them, "another fight they have that they just storm through until I'm in college and they can divorce," My dad stays in their bedroom and my mom uses mine. I get booted to the couch. We don't normally talk that much, they aren't the most loving parents ever. My mom would cry herself to sleep, my dad would drink himself to sleep, I'd stare at the ceiling until my eyes just gave up for the day.

Brendon's POV:

Oh god, what if they see my texts with Emma...My parents had taken my phone away because...I don't know, they're just my parents and they're overprotective. They come out of their room finally just to ask, "Who's Ryan. Why are you going to a concert?" Oh geez, they know I have a girlfriend but ever since I was a toddler and I would look at the guy's pictures in swim sections of magazines they were always a bit suspicious...I quietly say, "He's a friend. His bud Spencer ditched him for the concert so I'm going with him now," "Alright, well it was cancelled or something," says my dad as he tossed my phone across the room to me. I hated when he did that, but I had gotten used to it. Wait what? I don't get to go to MCR?! The words just kicked in. I can't believe it. I had it all planned. Tell Emma we're done. Attempt to ask Ryan out. What? I'm bisexual...AnYwAyS...I read Ryan's text. That would be so...I don't even know! It would be freaking fantastic if we won! It would give me an opportunity to get away from Emma for a day after I'll send her a break up text in the morning. Yes I know it's a jerky move, but what am I going to say, "Hey Em, I'm half gay, more into this guy than you right now," in person? It'll just be better for both of us if I do it over text..

Frank's POV:

I feel so happy! I just overheard that Gerard likes me back! Ah! This is the perfect opportunity to ask him out. Yeah, I'm gay. I'm a prankster and a good secret-keeper. Everyone knows that. Now I can start to think about what I can do for our first date. I climb into Brian's truck, because the tour trailer was destroyed in the crash, so he offered to take us home. Gerard sits next to me, at the window. I'm stuck in the middle, because I'm short, and Mikey sits at the other window. He's depressed for some reason, but I'm not getting into that mess. Ray sits up front, and Bob is in the trunk, because he likes cats better than dogs, and I was very offended. Hahaha. Anyways, Brian drives us all home and I pick up my phone.

Gerard: Hey.

Me: Hey.

This is it.

Me: Look. I like you. In fact, I like you alot. How would you like to go on a date tomorrow? We don't have the show and I heard you like me too. Whaddaya say?

Please. Please. Please.

Gerard: Okay. See you then :)

Me: Ok.

YES! I'm thinking dinner and a movie back at my house. It'll be romantic and quirky. He likes Star Wars I think, and I do too, so I guess we'll watch Star Wars, and maybe some cartoons. And I'll make reservations, and it will just be amazing. I've liked Gerard for a long time, like love at first sight, but not really. It's hard to explain how we met, but I'll take the time to tell the tale.

So I was in a band called Pencey Prep when I was a young boy in school, and we needed a bassist to join. It turns out that Mikey was playing bass at the time, but the rest of the members rejected him because "he wasn't good enough". I went over to his house to apologize about the other members, and I saw Gerard. At the time I wasn't gay, so I felt no interest in that way, but I thought that maybe we could be friends. He wanted to be friends to, and I guess he has no friends at the time, so we started talking more and more every day. We became best friends, and then when 9-11 happened, he called everyone up, everyone being Ray, Matt, Mikey, and me. He wanted to start a band, and I haven't heard from him in years. Of course it was years later, so Pencey Prep was done. I decided to join, because he said that "we needed to" and that "it was time to make it happen", but it turned out that I was busy and I had to join later on. I still joined though. We got more and more recognition after our first album, and by the second album it all blew up with fame. Best decision I ever made to join this band. And I hope it never ends.