I'd end my days with you / Frerard

Day 6, October 10th

Gerard was sweating. He couldn't stop thinking about that news report, the police were after them.

'What if we get thrown into jail? Or we get caught before we can complete our trip? What if-"

"Stop." It was Frank. Gerard turns to him and gives him a quizzical look, "you were stressing, I could tell. Your eyebrows were scrunched up and your leg is bouncing like crazy right now. We're not going to get caught, nobody knows our plans or what we are doing, and everything will be fine, okay?"

"Okay," Gerard sighed, readjusting his position on the seat, "when are we in Wisconsin anyway? We've been driving for hours."

Frank grinned, "we're on the home stretch now, baby! So close." Gerard giggled. "What?"

"That's what he said."

"Oh my god," Frank snorted, "you did not just say that. What are you, 12?"

"Well if I was 12, this would be a very messed up relationship, Frankie."

Frank's quiet laughter turned into full-blown laughter, "stop making me laugh, Gee, I might crash." 

"Like the moon into Earth. Only four weeks now," Gerard mused, going back to bouncing his leg, but this time with the lull of the music calming wafting through the speakers. Frank didn't respond, he couldn't. He wanted to remain in denial and believe that he would still be alive come Christmas time, he would have a future, hopefully with Gerard, and complete that goddamned bucket list. That was kind of why he chose to go to Wisconsin next, to complete one extra point on his list; getting drunk. Milwaukee has several beer companies based there and he was ready to get hammered and forgot every good thing that would disappear come November 5th. Cause, believe it or not, Frank, a 17-year-old boy, had never gotten drunk. They drove the rest of the way to Milwaukee in silence, Frank was too absorbed in his thoughts to talk anyway, he couldn't stop thinking about everything disappearing from him. Everything he had worked so hard for was worth nothing in the end. 

"Frankie, you ready to go?" Gerard asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and dragging Frank out of his mind, smiling softly at him. Frank let Gerard tug him out and followed him down the street.

"Where are we going, my supernova?"

Gerard blushed at the nickname, "there's a comic book shop down here... I came here when I was younger, and they even have a couple of books with Greek Mythology, how cool is that!"

Frank smiled and his heart swelled in his chest; 'God my boyfriend is so cute...'  Gerard rushed into the store, abandoning Frank at the front as he practically sprinted inside to the nearest comic book stand. "Frank! They have a limited edition Xmen comic! And Batman!" Gerard turned to his boyfriend, a smile taking over his features and his happiness was spilling out of the light in his eyes. 

"You should buy them, Gee, add them to your collection."

Gerard picked up a Spiderman comic, "Mikey loves Spiderman...." He said sadly, "do you think we will be able to see him before, you know, the end of the world?"

Frank walked up to Gerard and put his arms around his face, "of course we will, we've only been on the road for five days and we've already crossed off 13 or so states, we have heaps of time left to get back and see Mikey, okay?" 

Gerard hummed in response, picking up the Spiderman comic and placing it with his Xmen and Batman ones, "in the case, I'll get him the Spiderman comic then." They spent most of the day in the comic book store, and Gerard left with a bag full of comics that probably blew their budget for the day, but Frank didn't care as long as Gerard was happy, and if comics makes him happy, then Frank would be every comic in existence if that meant seeing his boyfriend smile.