like ghosts in the snow ; frerard

thirty

two weeks later

frnk 🩸: hey gee

frnk 🩸: how are you holding up?

gerard: im okay i guess,, mom's absent as always

frnk 🩸: im sorry about that

gerard: not your fault, im used to it anyway

frnk 🩸: yeah but still

gerard: frank just let it be

frnk 🩸: okay

gerard: ..

gerard: i wanna start a band

frnk 🩸: really? ive always wanted to be in one

gerard: oh nice

frnk 🩸: but why do you wanna start one

gerard: im not sure, i just kind of wanna get off my ass and make a difference, you know??

gerard: and teach people like me that it's okay to be sad, teach people that life does get better eventually

gerard: because it does, i know that. even if mine sucks right now, i know it'll be okay soon

frnk 🩸: you're a fucking genius, you know that?

gerard: :) thanks

gerard: so.. if i did start one, would you want to join??

frnk 🩸: totally,, but why me??

gerard: i know you can play guitar

frnk 🩸: wtf how

gerard: you told me before and i've seen your guitar in your room lol

frnk 🩸: OH HAh yeah yeah okay

gerard: so

gerard: are you in or not?

frnk 🩸: 100%

gerard: awesome

frnk 🩸: don't we need a band name though?

gerard: mikey said that if he'd ever start a band, he'd call it 'my chemical romance'

frnk 🩸: that's a rad name

gerard: mhm

frnk 🩸: so it's settled then? my chemical romance?

gerard: yep !!

A/N; might fuck around and make gerard break frank's heart idk