Airpod | FRERARD

Part Three

     Why does the universe insist on hopeless individuals meeting their soulmates through music even though they won't meet till they're in their twenties or thirties?" Gerard asked out loud. He grew tired of the curiosity that nagged at him for years. The same goddamn question, asking himself, who has the other airpod?

Gerard turned on his stomach, watching his alarm clock tick, tick, and tick as it threatened to ring in the early hours of the morning. "A common question, it is more likely to meet your soulmate in your later years, however, there is always the possibility that you have already met them," a voice spoke from outside his room.

Gerard directed his gaze towards the door where his brother leaned against the frame with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, an airpod in his left ear. "Is Pete bugging you this early in the morning?" Gerard asked his brother who dramatically rolled his eyes like he was in some early 2000's teen movie.

"He always plays me a song in the morning," Mikey mumbled, smiling to himself. Gross. His brother was a sap when it came to his soulmate. He was one of the lucky ones who managed to meet their soulmate at band camp during the summer. Now he and his soulmate exchange songs with one another as a little greeting or good morning. "He actually wrote the song I'm listening to right now," he said. "Just saying that Pete is the definition of talent, I have no time to argue."

Gerard got up from his bed, cracking his back in the process. "What about your person?" Mikey asked. "Have they sent their love to their lover? Rumour has it that they secretly turned you into an Adele fan."

"Well, I'm not the one who's making the references here, am I?" Gerard countered.

"Only a fan of Adele would notice," Mikey spoke proudly, making his way back to his room with his toothbrush still in his mouth.

Gerard shook his head at his brother till he disappeared. He closed his door and went over to his nightstand where his AirPods were charging. His left synced to his soulmates and his right was his own. Did he want to check if the left one was playing anything this morning? Of course.

Gerard instantly jumped when he put the airpod in. "Nature is a whore... bruises on the fruit... tender age in bloom..." he listened, still a little shocked at the absence of the usual rounds of the 25 album.

From the music he's heard on this airpod, he never took them as someone who listened to Nirvana, but sometimes not everything is as it seems.