Hello Angel, Where Are You?

This Jetset Life Almost Killed Us

next chapter is the last chapter.

-J

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**  About A Week and Three Days Later **

**Frank's POV**

After recovering from the surgery and the medicine they had put me on, I was finally returning home from the hospital with Gerard. Galligar, the detective that was trying to find me ( and he was damn close too ) , gave us a ride home. We had already dropped Mikey off, and we had just exited Gailligars car. We waved as he pulled out of the drive way and Gerard unlocked the house door.

I stepped inside and took a deep breath, finally happy to be home. I had missed the dark walls and the bright party streamers, the graffitied hallway, the comfortable regular bed, being home. Granted I wasn't going to pass Anders St. the same for a very long while,but home was home no matter how close my tormentors house.

Speaking of which, Galligar told us Alfred would be going to jail, obviously. The cops had found and arrested him soon after we reached the hospital.

Gerard shut the door and locked it, and came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

" So, anything, you said. " a smirk in my voice.

" Anything. " he confirmed, his arms growing tighter around me.

" hmm.. " I tapped my chin, thinking. " I wanna cuddle. "

" That's it?" He sounded a little disappointed.

" Yeah, that's it. " I laughed a little at his disappointment. I pulled him to the bed room.

" Can we cuddle naked?" Gerard asked hopefully. He let go of me and I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him. He gave me a thumbs up, and gave an expression saying ' c'mon-Frankie-you-know-ya-wanna ' . 

" No, not now. " I sighed. I felt tired, and I just wanted to fall asleep against him.

" Pleaseeee Frankie. " he whined, stepping closer. I shook my head no again, and crawled to the other end of the bed and curled up in the blankets and pillows.

" C'mon Gerard. We can do that later I just want to sleep. " I rubbed my eyes and reached my arms out towards him. He sighed and rolled into bed next to me. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up and kissed him.

" Thank you. " I said, turning a bit so I could rest my head against his chest.

" For what?" He adjusted himself too, so we were both comfortably cuddling.

" Not giving up. On finding me. " I explained. Gerard rested his head on mine and hugged me tightly. He took a deep breath.

" why in the hell would you think I would give up?" He whispered. " Frank Iero, I love you and if I gave up on looking for you I would not love you. Now do you see why I didn't give up? That would mean I don't love you, and obviously that's a completely ridiculous idea. Don't thank me, it was my pleasure. "

I smiled at his long explanation. " that's why I love you. "

He chuckled a little and rested his head on mine.

" sing to me. " I asked, closing my eyes.

" What?" He seemed confused.

" Sing. Like, y'know, with your beautiful voice. "

" Oh. " he laughed a little, and started to think of a song. I yawned and rubbed my eyes,  waiting.

" Gaze into her killing jar, I'd sometimes stare for hours.."

He started. I immediately recognized it as a song I helped him write a few days after he had gotten out of the hospital, and the first day of his therapy. He was a complete mess, I remembered.

He started to have a panic attack, and I told him to write or  something to calm down and relax. So after four hours of him being locked in his room, ( with me frantically pacing outside the door and asking him if he was okay every five minutes, ) the song ' This Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You ' came along.

He continued.

" She even poked holes so I can breath..

She brought the last line,

I'm just the worst kind of guy argue,

Of what you might find.

And for the last night,

Could I lie with you?"

He continued to sing, and by the end of the song, I had fallen asleep.