I'd end my days with you / Frerard

Day 1, October 5th

"Ha! Suck it Gerard," Frank laughed, throwing his controller down in victory as the words 'you lose' flashed across Gerard's screen. 

"I will not suck it, and I only lost because I let you!" Gerard retaliated, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at his friend's head. 

"Yeah sure sure, that's what you said the other hundred times I won, just face it, you suck at video games, and at dick too but that's none of my business."

"Hey!" Gerard's face went bright red, "I have not, and you know that!"

Frank just smirked, "what ever you say, Gerard Gay," Frank meant to say more, but got cut off as Gerard chucked another pillow at his head. "Seriously? Another pillow? If you actually want to hurt me you'd want to use this," he grabbed the bean bag he was sitting on and threw it at Gerard, making him gasp in surprise.

"Unfair!"

"Says the one throwing pillows at me because they're a sore loser." Frank smirked.

"The only sore loser here is you," Gerard said while standing up and fixing his hair that suffered at the hands of Frank's bean bag. Frank just chuckled and shook his head, sometimes, well all the time, Gerard was a sore loser. Gerard was about to make another smart ass comment when they both heard a gasp and a crash in the kitchen. They both looked at each other and shrugged, "you're the winner, you should go check it out."

"It really should be the loser, but I'm a humble winner and will go, even though you only want me to go because you're lazy." Frank teased, exiting his room and heading downstairs to see his mother staring at the TV and surrounded by a broken plate. "Ma? Everything okay?" Frank didn't get a verbal response, instead his mother pointed to the TV. 

The news was on with a bold headline saying, "NASA's mission mistake means moon will collide with Earth on November 5th.' 

He couldn't believe it, surely the government were just saying this as a harmless joke, right? NASA couldn't have messed up this badly, it seems impossible. "Gerard," he called frantically, "get down here!"

"Only if you promise not to attack me with pillows," a voice sung from upstairs.

Frank groaned in frustration, "now's not the time, Gee."

"Promise me."

"Fine, I wont attack you with pillows. Now get your ass down here!"

Gerard grumbled to himself and slowly made his way downstairs, still not entirely trusting Frank to keep his word. However, as he made his way to the lounge room, he noticed something was wrong. Linda was still standing surrounded by the broken plate, tears running down her face and wearing a broken expression. Frank was sitting in front of the TV, one hand on the screen and the other in his hair, breathing rapidly and holding the same expression as his mother. 

"What's going on? Is everything okay?" Gerard asked, moving over to kneel next to Frank, placing a hand over the one on his hair, bringing it away to stop him from tugging out his hair.

 "Look at the screen, Gee, we're gonna die," Frank whispered, still looking at the TV.

Gerard turned his attention to the screen and listened to the news.

"In breaking news, NASA's most recent mission on the moon backfired when all their supplies caught fire and created a huge explosion that moved the moon off it's gravitational axis and moved it into Earth's atmosphere. This means that as the moon rotates around the Earth, it will move closer and closer until it eventually collides with Earth. NASA predicts the moon will collide with Earth in a month from now; on November 5th. NASA apologizes for the inconvenience this will cause and will try their hardest to fix their mistake. We will now pass over to Ray to talk about the weather this coming week."

"What?" Gerard breathed, sill not believing what he just heard. "Frank, what's happening?"

Frank looked at Gerard, tears glistening in his eyes, still not quite falling. "We only have one month left."

---

It has been one hour since that dreadful news was broadcast across the world, everyone waiting for NASA's next actions, that's if there even were going to be actions taken on the problem. Gerard was pacing in Frank's room, a determined look on his face, while Frank was seated on his bed, watching him pace back and forth.

"There's nothing we can do, we only have 1 month left. You're not gonna find a loop hole," Frank sighed, resting his head in his hands. 

"It's not about loop holes, Frank. It's how we are going to spend our last month," Gerard said, standing in front of Frank, "remember that time we were talking about our bucket lists and you said you wanted to travel around America?" Frank nodded, starting to catch onto what Gerard was saying. "Well think about it, we have one month left. Do we want to spend it going to school and following the same, dumb, mindless routine? Or do we want to spend it really living? Let's get a car and drive around America, complete as much of our bucket lists as we can. What do you say?"

Frank stared at Gerard, he wanted to say yes, but what about the practicality of the trip? "What about the car? We would need a big one for our bags and if we ever need to sleep in it."

Gerard grinned, "I am glad you said that. Do you remember my uncle that came to mine the other month?" Frank nodded. "Well, he owns a funeral parlor, and-"

"A hearse? You want to drive around in a hearse?" Frank gasped in disbelief.

"It's only fitting. We're going to die anyway, mind as well drive around in a car designed for transporting the dead," Gerard grinned, "It's perfect! So what do you say?" 

Frank matched Gerard's grin, "well we have nothing left to lose. Screw school. Let's go on a fucking road trip."

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The pair marched down to Gerard's uncles shop, famously titled Cemetery Drive, Frank thought it was pretty fitting, considering he drives the dead for a living. Gerard walked through the door, "Uncle Matthew, are you here?" He called, walking to the study down the hall. He could hear mumbling from inside the study and as he was about to open the door, he heard a small moan.

Gerard turned to Frank, "oh my god. I swear if him and my Aunt are doing what I think they are, I will die from embarrassment." 

Frank shrugged, "well there's only one way to find out," before Gerard realized what he was doing, Frank knocked and opened the door, revealing a flustered Uncle Matthew and a lady Gerard had never seen before. 

"Er, hi Gerard, how are you?" Matthew said awkwardly, trying to quickly button up his shirt and straighten his tie.

"You're cheating on Aunt Marie?!"

"No, no! Well yes, but Gerard, the world is ending and-"

"That's not an excuse, that means you should be spending the last month with people you love, not with this slut," Gerard said in disgust.

"Please don't tell Marie, it will never happen, just please don't tell her, Gerard I'm begging you, don't tell her."

"Give me a hearse."

"What?" Matthew questioned, surely he misheard.

"A hearse. I need to use it for the next month. Give me one and I won't tell Aunt Marie." 

"What do you need a hearse for?" Matthew asked, ushering Gerard and Frank out of the study and into the garage.

"What do you need a side bitch for?" Gerard snapped in response, taking the keys and opening the door. "Get in Frank, we're going. Bye uncle Matthew." And with that, Gerard drove away from the shop that he would never see again, and away into the night.

The plan would be to go back to their separate houses for the night, spend time with their family before Gerard would pick Frank up bright and early the next morning. It was a perfect escape route from reality. 

A/N

Hi everyone! This is my first Frerard fan fic so it probably kinda sucks, but points for trying right? Tell me what you all think!