We'll Meet Again (Frerard)

Kiss the Ring

Chapter Two:

Kiss the Ring

"Gerard. Gerard, wake up. Someone's at the door." Mikey shook me and poked my face.

"You get it," I groaned, "It's probably your boyfriend anyways."

Mikey blushed and got off the bed, "You know, you really are an ass."

"Yeah, I know." I pointed to the door, "You better get that before he thinks we aren't home."

"Right." He walked out of our room and I heard the front door creak open. We should really oil that damn old door.

"Where's Gerard?" Ray asked. I could see his fro through my bedroom door; it was open enough to see the small living room we had.

"Still in bed."

"The lazy arse. Get him out here." Mikey walked in and gave me a look that said 'Get up or so help me I will send Ray in here to get you up'.

I did not want Ray to get me out of bed. He always has some sort of scheme for things like this. I folded the covers off of myself and sat up.

That's when I remembered the letter I had written last night. Poor Mikey. He won't expect a thing, though. Which, probably isn't actually all that good.

I pulled on a plain grey sweatshirt and headed into the living room.

"Gerard! There's my guy!" Ray hugged me and then stood back next to Mikey again.

"Hi Ray. Why are you here so early?" I looked at the wall clock above the couch. It was 10:30 a.m. "Actually, nevermind. You are here later than normal, which is a huge surprise."

"I, uh, got held up by a couple things this morning." He shrugged and flopped onto the couch. "So what are we doing today?"

"I don't know. Mikes, what do you think?" He looked up, his cheeks still a little red from blushing.

"I-I don't care." He stuttered. "I heard there was a new coffee shop down the road..." He trailed of when Ray jumped off the couch.

"Yes, coffee. That sounds like an excellent idea."

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I lit a cigarette when we got out of our building. The coffee shop was only a block or so down the street, so we decided to walk. There was a coffee shop almost directly across from our apartment, but I didn't dare go there. It's where I met Frank. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I sat at a table in the corner of the café. No one else was there, besides the barista. I sipped my coffee while working I a few sketches for my comics. The unexpected ding of the coffee shop's opening door made me look up; No one else ever comes in at this time. A boy around my age walked up to the counter and ordered his drink. Before I could stop staring at him, he caught me staring and smiled a little. He grabbed his drink and walked over to me.

"Hi."

"Hello." I said, not expecting him to actually talk to me.

"You look lonely. Mind if I sit here?" I would never even have the guts to say hi, much less ask to sit. Who was this boy?

"Um. Yeah, sure."

"Did you draw these?" He pointed to my sketches sprawled on the table.

"Yeah. I did."

"They are awesome." He smiled up at me. That's when I noticed he was wearing a small silver lip ring. "My name's Frank."

"I'm Gerard. Nice to meet you."

We sat in silence for a few moments.

"Well Gerard, I have to go now. Same time tomorrow?"

"Sure." I actually smiled for the first time in three months, but he didn't know that then.

I still wonder to this day why he talked to me, and maybe I won't ever know.

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I put out my cigarette. Mikey and Ray were ahead by a few steps talking about Mikey's new bass. The coffee shop was small, but nice. We ordered our coffees quickly and stepped back outside to drink them on the way back.

"So Gerard," Ray looked over at me. "Mikey and I were wondering that if we ever formed a band, that you would sing for us."

"I don't really know. I guess I could."

"Awesome! We should get a drummer!"

"Wait you were serious? I ca-"

"And we will need somewhere to record!" Ray was practically skipping now, his fro bouncing up and down.

Mikey smiled at Ray. "This is such an awesome idea I could kiss you!" The excitement was getting to him.

Ray stopped mid-skip, "You what?"

"Um. Nothing. What? I didn't say anything."

"Whatever you say, Mikes."

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While my brother and his crush played video games, I retreated to my room. I needed to manage a few things before tomorrow- money, possessions, what to wear. I know it seems odd that I'd be thinking about what I am going to wear when I kill myself, but I guess I'm just that level of OCD. Even my own death has to be planned and perfect.

I sighed. Everything will just go to Michael.

I opened my closet doors. Skinny jeans, bands tees, suits, and various other random clothes I've collected over the years hung in my closet. They aren't fashion statements, no. These were death wishes.

There was a black suit, so dark it shined blue sometimes, that I was saving for the date I was going to ask Frank to marry me. He disappeared two weeks before that date. I put my hand in the pocket and found both wedding bands.

I kissed the rings and put them back in the suit pocket.

This is what I'm wearing tomorrow.

The suit and both wedding bands.