Chemical! at the Disco- A Ryden/Frerard Tale

Chapter 3

Ryan's POV:

Day before the rescheduled concert. Cool. Let's pick an outfit. Black skinny jeans? No, they make my legs look too skinny...I mean...not look too skinny, just not hide them like other things would. Anyways moving on. White pants that are slightly wider? Sure. I'll need to find a good shirt. How about that white long sleeve shirt, with a vest. Hmm, there's the purple one with the pattern. The red one with the roses on the right side. I'll wear my rose vest. MCR is more red than purple..? That makes no sense, but I'm the kind of guy who doesn't make much sense. Should I do my makeup? Hmm, probably not. Maybe just a bit of eyeliner. Not my all out crazy fanboy Ryro... Anyways I think I'm ready. I can't wait to find out whether or not we get to be the lucky picks. It's 5:26, the broadcast where they choose the two tickets. "Tune into the station the announce the winners on," I texted Brendon. "Already am," he replied. It finally came on. An announcer says, "Alright all you paraders out there! It's finally time to see who is the lucky two tickets to get to go spend a day with MCR and be on stage with them! And the winnnnerrrrr isssssssss.... Someone named Ryan Ross who bought two tickets! CONGRATS DUDE! YOU'RE MEETING MCR! SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT! Goes off air. "BRENDON OMG BREADBIN AHH!!!" "I typed so fast that my phone autocorrected Brendon to "Breadbin," Brendon replied with a, "YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING AWESOME!" I was so excited I was shaking and could barely move. This was going to be amazing. Everything as planned. Me and Brendon. Brendon and I. Together. Chills ran down my back, I just couldn't believe this was happening!

Mikey's POV:

Apparently everyone knows that I'm depressed. What they don't know is, I am also... suicidal. I hate to fall into my brother's shoes, but yeah. I cut. I drink. I do drugs. He quit, but I still do it. There, it's out. How do you think I am depressed and suicidal? Well, my friend, the truth is probably WAY worse. But what is the truth? I was bullied. I was rejected. I'm lonely. I'm drowning in agony. Everything is awesome for everyone else, and then there's Mikey. People ask, "Are you okay?" And I say, "Well, no. Im not o-fucking-kay, thank you very much." They make me so pissed, I can't. I just can't. Why does life have to be so difficult for just me? And why not everyone else? I pray that Frank won't ask Gerard out. If Gerard comes crawling to me because Frank broke his heart, I'm not gonna be there to help him out...

Frank's POV:

Tonight will be amazing. My contentment level is through the roof! I will need to change, make the reservations, wait... Dammit! I forgot to make the fucking reservations! And I don't have the money, because I spent it all on alcohol to give to Ray. I stole all of his that one night where we played a show and I kept tricking him into thinking that some amazing people were in the crowd. Now what am I supposed to tell Gerard? That I forgot to do the reservations? That I'm broke as fuck? At least I still have the idea of watching movies and cartoons and stuff like that. I guess it isn't so bad after all. Let's do this.

Gerard's POV:

I pick up my phone.

Me: So excited for tonight.

Frank: Yeah... me too.

Frank: About the dinner, I'm so sorry, but I forgot to reserve and I don't have the money.

Me: It's okay. So what are we gonna do then?

Frank: I was thinking a hangout at my house, maybe have a movie marathon, cartoons, comics?

Me: I love it.

Frank: And I'm glad you do. See ya at 8.

Me: Ok!

AH! This is exhilarating. I'm so excited.

Later...

Frank's POV:

I hear a knock on my door, and I know exactly who it is. "Hey, come on in." He enters my house and sets a box of movies on the coffee table. All I see is Star Wars. I knew it! "I have Star Wars with me just in case you didn't have any movies, which is probably stupid for me to say, because it seems you have a lot of movies, and-" "It's okay. It's not stupid. I love Star Wars. Did you bring any comics though? I don't have that many..." "I got you covered!" He pulls out a few comics from his cardboard box filled with random books, drawing notebooks, utencils, and other miscellaneous items. Then the night begins.

We watched a couple of movies, attempted to draw each other (obviously his was better than mine), ordered takeout, played board games, and that was when it turned into a different kind of game. We played Truth or Dare, when he dared me to kiss him right then right there. My heart stopped. Then, I lean in for a passionate kiss, which turned into the kind of kiss where you know it was real. It wasn't just a small peck on the lips or cheek. Even if it was it would have been different with Gerard. He was different himself. We kept kissing and I slowly bit his bottom lip and he laughed softly. It was sweet. You know when something is real and that's exactly what this was. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a fantasy, it was real. I loved it.

I wonder what the others will think if they ever find out. I hope they never find out...