Dichotomous Thinking

XV

"I don't understand what the fuck you want me to do, though." Pete sighed in exasperation, laying back in his chair and looking to the side of him. Patrick was there, clear as day.

"Apologize, maybe? I mean, this is really all for you to decide." Patrick reasoned quietly. He had always been the voice of reason. It reminded him of when they were both alive, back when they would laugh and share a drink. Back when they were in their cramped van trying to make a difference in the world with their music. Hell, if it weren't for the accident, Fall Out Boy probably would have probably gotten pretty big. After all, they had gotten a lot of attention. They would have gotten far if he and Patrick hadn't died.

He wondered what Andy and Joe were up to. Were they still making music? Pete hoped so. Music was their everything.

"I miss the old days." Patrick mused quietly, like he knew what Pete was thinking about.

"Yeah." Pete replied quietly, "So do I."

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The three of them stayed silent for a while. There wasn't really anything that could be said. They were supposed to be enemies, after all. Frank wasn't exactly supposed to feel any emotion other than rage and yet, here he was, feeling something other than rage. He felt love. Fucking love for an angel. That was practically unheard of.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought him out of his deep thought. He frowned at Gerard, who was looking at him somewhat apologetically. He felt a shiver run up his spine when he remembered the last place they were seen together. Bert.

"I think..." Gerard started slowly, "I think I'm sorry. I've been a real piece of shit. You don't deserve to be chained up like this, you really don't. I mean, Bert was- uh- he was important to you, yeah?" It looked like it physically pained him to say that, and Frank couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

"I'm sorry, too." He said sincerely, "Not to you, but to Jamia." Upon saying her name, he turned to look at her tenderly. "I'm sorry for not coming through the gates of Heaven." He said quietly, "I'm sorry for not coming to you, I know you loved me. I know you wanted me to be safe. I'm sorry for not reciprocating your love until it was too late. I know how bad that hurts. I'm sorry I didn't realize how much I loved you until I lost you. I'm sorry, I love you. I love you."

From the corner of his eye, he could see Gerard wincing.

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"Do you think they miss us?" Pete asked Patrick quietly, "Y'know, Joe and Andy. How do you think they're doing?"

"I think they're doing fine without us, Pete." Patrick murmured.

"Do you think they miss us?"

"Maybe sometimes. It's been years. You had to have expected they've moved on."

"Do you miss them?"

Patrick was quiet for a few minutes, before he sighed and looked Pete in the eyes. "Every day, Pete. Every damned day."

Pete laid back in his chair, nodding. "Yeah," he mumbled softly, "yeah."

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Frank seemed to curl up in his chair after the confession, watching the other two's reaction quietly.

Gerard couldn't have been prepared for when Jamia let out a quiet little: "I love you too, Frankie. So much. You have no idea."

He watched as Frank blinked in surprise before he smiled shyly at her, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks.

Gerard hadn't felt more angry and disgusted in his entire life.

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