emo band texts 2 // emo quartet au

// 073

trigger warning // mentions of substance abuse

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sunday
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dec 6th, 2025
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6:54 AM / 06:54
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"Can you please stop being so silent and gripping my wrist so tightly?" Alex complained as Frank continued to pull Alex through the hallway, and be silent.

After a few seconds, he dragged Alex into her room, Frank let go of her left wrist, and shut the door behind him. "Sit down."

"...Okay then," Alex confusedly chuckled, walking over to her bed and sitting on it. "What?"

"Are you fucking insane, woman?!" Frank shouted.

"...Depends, do you like crazy bitches?" Alex cracked a smile as Frank just glared at the purple–haired girl.

"I... Lexie, I'm being serious!"

"Okay, well then what am I theoretically insane for?" Alex chuckled.

"You're— ugh," Frank sighed, walking over to Alex's bed and sitting next to her. "You're not insane, but god you terrify me sometimes."

Alex chuckled, "terrify you?"

"Uhh, yeah," Frank looked Alex in the eyes, "why the fuck did you try to kill yourself?"

"Frank, why do you care so much," Alex rolled her eyes, leaning against the headboard.

"I— because I'm your boyfriend and I love and care about you???"

"Well maybe you shouldn't do that," Alex mumbled and rolled her eyes.

Frank sighed. "Are you..."

"Am I..."

"Are you okay? Like, legitimately are you okay?"

"I... Don't know. I've never really been okay, but I guess I'll be fine? Why?"

"Uhh, well you just tried to kill yourself and I'd rather the literal only person I have ever romantically loved in my entire life to not die..?"

"...Did that make grammatical sense?"

"Lexie."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Frankie... Okay I have no good reason for like, trying to kill myself, but I..." She laid her head on Frank's shoulder. "...Okay I was just under a lot of stress at the moment and I wasn't even thinking and I just thought 'hey what if I just die it's not like anyone would care' and I'm really sorry and—"

"Shh," Frank pet Alex's hair, "it's okay."

"You're lying and you just kinda want me to shut up, aren't you?" Alex mumbled.

"Yeah."

"Well," Alex sat up straight. She untied her black platform combat boots before kicking them off onto the floor. "I'm gonna like, go to sleep now."

"Now?... It's... seven in the morning..."

"Okay yes, but I want to sleep. Now, are you gonna go do something with your time or are you gonna sleep with me?" Alex asked, skipping under the duvet and laying down, her head right below where the pillow was.

Frank sighed and kicked off his converse, "I'll stay with you, I guess."

Frank slipped under the duvet next to Alex. Almost immediately, she wrapped her arms around his torso and fell asleep approximately two minutes later.

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"Mikey, I am going to murder you," I groaned, closing the bedroom door behind me.

Mikey turned to look at me, confused. "What did I do this time?" He asked groggily.

"So a few days ago, Gerard ratted you out about the drugs. I only thought that was pills. But according to Luna, she got her hands on cocaine from him. COCAINE, MIKEY, C O C A I N E ! ! !"

Mikey sat up straight, a wave of surprise on his face. "What?! I— I didn't know— I don't— I NEVER DID COKE IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE IMPLYING!" He frantically replied.

"You fucking— are you lying to me?" I asked, sliding my back down against the door.

"I don't think I can really lie to you, anymore," Mikey sighed, running his left hand through his hair.

"Mikey, I'm going insane, please, please, promise me you aren't a lying asshole."

"I'm not lying to you, (Y/N)."

"Mikey, you fucking bitch," I muttered, standing up. I started to pull down my skinny jeans when Mikey looked at me with confusion.

"What? I'm going back to bed, leave me alone, Michael," I muttered as he shrugged, pulling the covers back over his head.