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Chapter 10- The Boys in the Band

This is the second to last chapter guise ;-; The next chapter is gonna be an epilogue sort of thing. I'm so saaaaaaaad!! This story was so fun writing and I hope you guys liked reading it!!!

Here we gooooo....

Chapter 10- The Boys in the Band

Frank's P.O.V.

After Gerard ran off, we decided to go after him and Bandit. We did not want to stand there with Lindsey and her boyfriend or whoever this guy was. We followed the sidewalk in the direction that Gerard and Bandit had run and soon came across them.

Gerard was sniffling a little, his eyes red and swollen from crying. Bandit was walking with him, awkwardly patting him on the back as they walked up to us.

I hugged Gerard and whispered, "It's okay Gee. Is there anything I can do to help."

"Well," Bandit said, "we were actually going to ask you something." I nodded and she continued,"We were wondering if we could move in with you."

I smiled and nodded. "Ray and Mikey already asked the same thing. Seeing as we've been in a prison for like 12 years, it's not like we have our houses anymore. I know mine's still there because I live in the middle of nowhere. No one would want to buy my house." I chuckled at the last part and Gerard smiled.

Bandit went back to her house to pack all her stuff. After she got back, we headed to my house. It took a while to get there but soon we got to my two story house in the middle of nowhere. I opened the door and stepped inside. Ugh. There was dust everywhere.

The others stepped in behind me. I heard Mikey cough and I chuckled. I immediately ran up the stairs to the room where my guitar was. I burst through the door and sighed in relief when I saw my white guitar resting on its stand. I ran up to it and picked it up, strumming lightly.

I winced when I realized how out of tune it was. I walked down the stairs and sat on my couch and began tuning it. Gerard walked over and gaped at my guitar.

"That...is the coolest guitar I've ever seen."

"Haha thanks Gee. You wanna try it?" He nodded hesitantly and I placed Pansy (yes I named my guitar, problem?) in his hands. He began to play the tune for "Sweet Home Alabama." His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth and I giggled at his expression of concentration. He played pretty well for a moment, but then his fingers slipped.

"Ugh I suck at guitar," he whined. I laughed and he handed Pansy to me. I began to play the song I had written before being captured. I hadn't written any lyrics but I had completely perfected the guitar part. (A.N. Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us.)

When I was done Gerard just stared at me with wide eyes. After a few seconds he shouted,"That was awesome Frankie!" I chuckled.

"Thanks man. I've been in a few bands but that was a while ago. It was really fun."

Gerard nodded and then his eyes once again grew wide and he once again shouted at me, "Oh my gosh Frank we should totally start a band!" I stared at him and thought about it for a minute. It actually wasn't a bad idea except for one thing...

"But Gerard, who would play the other instruments? Who would sing? If we're going to do this we need a singer, a bassist, a drummer, and probably another guitarist because I'm better at rhythmic."

This didn't dampen his mood though. Instead he actually came up with a way to make it work. "Ray plays guitar, Mikey plays bass, Bob plays drums, and uh...Icansing,"he said, mumbling the last part.

"What was that last thing Gee?"

He sighed, "I can...uh...I can sing a little." He blushed furiously and bit his lip. I smiled and yelled for the others to come over. We told them about our idea and they agreed.

I went down to my basement and gestured for them to follow me. There I showed them all of my instruments and stuff and they ogled at all of it. I had multiple guitars, a drum kit, a sparkly grey bass, and a mic with some amps. They all immediately ran over to an instrument and tried it out.

They then found out that that wasn't such a good idea. Everything was covered in dust after all these years so this resulted in a lot of coughing and sneezing.

I sat there and laughed at them as they tried to recover from the dust intake. Bob shot me an evil look and I instantly stopped laughing. You don't mess with Bob.

We retreated upstairs and began working on the song I had played earlier. This might actually work if we tried hard enough. I could get used to this band thing.

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