Why are all the hot guys dead? [Frerard] [HIATUS]

Chapter six- The resurrectionist and an existential crisis

Life became an eventless lull once again, like before for Gerard. Except for the fact he had a hot-as-fuck corpse-ish living in his apartment and he had to actually try not to pop a boner every five minutes. He had no idea how Frank even resisted jacking off once in a while. Maybe he didn't have the ability to even do that anymore. Or, maybe, he was just way more discreet than Gerard.

Hopefully, he was, because then he would be spared of the embarrassment Gerard had just lived through about a half an hour ago. Pro tip: Try not to moan out loud when someone else is in your apartment

Now, the two laid on the floor of Gerard's apartment, staring at the ceiling and contemplating life. Well, at least Gerard was. Frank was contemplating death.

"So...what's it like out there?" Gerard asked, turning his head to look at Frank. Frank gazed back, the dark shadows surrounding his gorgeous yet empty eyes meeting Gerard's. The gaze only lasted for a moment, though, before Frank looked back up at the ceiling.

"In the void? Nice, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Like, it's not how you would think." He closed his eyes, images flashing before him; everyone in clothes that looked like they belonged in the 1950's, which was normal because it was actually the 1950's, children running through the streets without a care, some with blood constantly flowing from wounds and some even having things like shrapnel and even a pole sticking out of their small little bodies, people greeting him as he walked by, always traveling in pairs or groups while he traveled alone.

"It's...weird. It's sort of the 1950's there all the time, like everyone is always wearing old fashioned dresses or dress shirts and khakis and those stupid hats that are made of scratchy material. Everyone just kind of lives there, even though they're all dead. You stay there until your unfinished time is up. And what's weird is that everyone has the same injuries they died with. Kids would walk by with a fucking gigantic piece of metal sticking out of their side or some shit. It's nuts."

Gerard remained silent while Frank continued. "The entire world is in black and white, too. It's like you're looking through an old-timey camera or some shit."

"....Wow."

"Yeah."

"So is that whole 'I'm going to watch over you forever' thing a lie?"

"Well, no. You can turn on your TV and watch your loved ones, as long as you have a TV. Or loved ones."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

A pause. "D-Do you miss it?"

"What?"

"The void, or whatever it's called."

"The Yesterday? Yeah, a little."

"Why?"

"Because, I had friends there and stuff. And it's almost like...god, I don't know how to sugarcoat this; I miss being dead because you can't be sad or in pain." Frank furrowed his brows, struggling to find the words to continue. "You can't be depressed and you can't hate yourself because there's nothing to hate. You are nothing. That's what I miss."

"That sounds nice. I might just have to join you when you go."

"No way. If you talk bad bad about yourself, I will physically fight you."

"Is that a Thomas Sanders reference?"

"Maaaaybe." Frank giggled softly, Gerard giggling as well as he turned to face the other. Gerard's eyes flickered across Frank's face because god, he couldn't pick one thing to settle on; his gorgeous, hazel eyes, his soft-looking lips, his...everything. Gerard wanted to look at Frank for an eternity.

"Frank, I cannot figure you out. One moment, you're a bundle of death and self-depreciation and the next, you're giggling and referencing Thomas Sanders."

"Mm. I'm rad like that."

"Rad? Are you sure you died a few weeks ago and not in the 1980's?"

"Definitely. Rad is just a...rad word, you know."

"Definitely not."

"Whatever, dude."

Gerard pulled out his phone, staring at the lock screen for a moment. It was a blurry picture, but what it was of was clear; It was of the Way brothers, a photo from before Mikey had died. Even then, Mikey looked older than he really was. It was definitely due to his height, and his odd love for eyeshadow, but he was still a fourteen year old geek at heart. It was Gerard's favorite picture of them, and he caught himself staring at it every once in a while. Frank scootched closer to Gerard, looking up at the picture and smiling a bit.

"Who's that handsome fella?"

"My brother, Mikey."

"No, I meant you, dumbass."

"I am NOT handsome. In fact, I look fat as hell in that picture."

Frank opened his mouth to argue Gerard's statement, but closed it quickly and took the phone out of Gerard's hands. The other mumbled some quiet complaint, but Frank couldn't hear him; He was too busy staring at the picture and trying to place where he knew that familiar face from.

"Wait...this is your brother?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Dude. I know him."

"Wait...really?" Frank sat up, as did Gerard, as Frank replied.

"Yeah! He lived on my street! We were friends in the Yesterday!"

"No way."

"Yes, Way."

Frank snickered at his little pun, but Gerard's mind was racing all over the place. It was going a million miles and hour, and yet he still couldn't focus his train of thought. What the hell could this even mean?

"Frank, does this mean we could contact him?"

Frank hesitated before replying. He knew this wouldn't end well. People weren't always...the same in the Yesterday. Hell, even he wasn't the same as he was when he died. Death changes people. Mikey might not even be in the Yesterday anymore. The chances of this going well were slim, but when Frank saw the look in Gerard's saddened, yet hopeful eyes, he knew he had to try. 

(A/N)

Y'all like that FIATP reference in the title? Hehehehehehe

Also, humor me and pretend the picture of Mikey and Gerard in the media thingy makes them look younger because that was the best picture I could find.

(ANOTHER A/N)
HI I MADE A REALLY IMPORTANT CHANGE TO THE FIRST CHAPTER SO PLEASE GO READ IT AGAIN THANKS