We'll Meet Again (Frerard)

Summertime

Chapter Ten:

Summertime

A month had passed already, and very quickly too. Frank and I barely had time to prepare ourselves to tell Mikey of the strange visions of Frank's and similar dreams of mine. There really is no way to start a conversation like that.

I seem to find myself in the predicament of not knowing how to start difficult conversations quite often. Just the other day I had to tell Frank of how I suffered from stressed-induced anorexia for the first six and a half months after he was gone. I've learned to never start a conversation with "I was anorexic for an entire summer because I thought you died" again. He didn't take that too well.

"Frank, how do we even tell him? We could just run away and talk to him later..."

"You can run away with me any time you want, but we could just say it, you know."

"I tried that with the whole anorexia thing, remember? At least I didn't have to tell Mikey that, he noticed." Frank winced a little at the mention of my previous condition; he really did like how badly I treated myself after he supposedly died.

"Right. Well, we will just have to slowly tell him. Like- Hey Mikes, how are you? We've been good. Except there is one thing. We just found out that since the day we met, Gerard and I have seen the same thing- mine in visions and his in the form of dreams. They usually always have this little boy and girl.- How's that?"

"That'll work perfect," I felt a ghost of a smile touch my lips.

The intercom blared over static speakers, "Visiting hours have begun."

I huffed as I dragged my own body off Frank's bed. We walked into the visiting room and hugged Mikey. Ray was not able to come for some reason Mikey wasn't quite sure of.

"So, let me get this straight," Mikey put one of his hands to his head like he was thinking hard, "You," he pointed to me, "have dreams of the visions he," Mikey pointed to Frank, "sees while awake?"

Frank put his hand on my leg. "Yep," I answered, "that's how it's worked."

Mikey just sat in stunned silence. He actually wasn't taking this bad. In fact, he wasn't really taking it at all. It was actually confusing to the somewhat genius I know to be my brother.

"Do you know why this would happen?" I asked him, lacing my fingers with Frank's so he would stop unconsciously dragging his fingers over my leg- which tickled a lot.

"No. I mean, not really," He fixed his glasses and ran a hand through his hair, "I've only read theories on this kind of stuff, Gee. This, this is some crazy psychic shit right here."

Frank laughed a little, but I continued, "What have you read?"

"Stuff I wasn't supposed to, mostly. I somehow stumbled upon a few very important documents on one of my midnight hacks."

"I suppose we shouldn't talk about here then?"

"Not particularly."

"Will you answer a question if it's vague enough?"

"Depends."

"Is this just how we are, or are we test subjects?"

"As far as I've seen, the former. But who really knows. All I know is they'll be looking for you. Don't tell anyone about this." His eyes were steady, and so serious it frightened me a little.

Frank looked at me, worried. He had almost gone and blabbed everything to a ridiculous therapist. I'm glad he told me first.

"When you two get out of here, we'll do more research."