Take Care

The Guitar Is Dead

After Gerard beat the addicition and after the band broke up, most people thought that we stopped talking to each other. However that was not the case. Lyn-Z divorced him when she realized that his feelings for me were here to stay. I was about to ask Jamia to marry me, too. I'm glad I didn't.

"Daddy, I'm home!" Bandit shouted, running through the front door. Tossing her pink backpack across the floor, she appeared in the kitchen. "Hello sweetheart, how is the second grade going?" I wondered, sitting across from my husband's daughter. "It's hard." She pouted. "But I'm glad its friday!" She exclaimed excitedly. Suddenly, thebdoor burst open for a second time. The man with fire for hair entered the room. "I have arrived." He proclaimed, Bandit gleaming in his glory. "Daddy!" She bounced off her chair and into Gerard's arms.

I knew that she would always love Him first and more than me. It hurt, I can't deny that. Still, I understand.

He scooped her up, spinning around in a circle. Her bright brown eyes glowed with so much trust and hope. An amount that only a child could muster. Bubbling with laughter, the two Ways dissapeared into the living room.

I remained in the kitchen where I was working on a new song. Twirling a pen in my hand I noticed a bare spot on my wrist. Now that I thought of it, I didn't have any tattoos for him. I had those two doves on my stomach, one with a black eye and the other with an x for an eye. It was supposed to be Gerard and I. That was sort of cryptic though and I wanted something more direct.

As I was thinking of what I could get to fill the space in my wrist the laughing ceased in the next room over. "Is everything alright?" I called, getting up from my seat. Bandit came Through the doorway with a finger to her mouth. "Shh, daddy's on the phone." She whispered. I nodded, stifling a laugh. She was adorable and I knew where she got it from.

When he had not returned into the kitchen after several minutes, I went to investigate. "Where are you going?" Wondered her small voice. "I'm going to see what daddy's up too. You should go pick up your room before dinner." I rarley ask her to clean or to do any sort of chores. That was something Gerard was better at. However, I needed to talk to him without little ears snooping around.

She scrunched her face together in a puzzled manner. Earning her politeness from her father however she didn't question it and went up to her room. Then, I peered my head through the opening to see him.

There he was, in his iconic blue suit. His orange hair was beginning to fall long which made running my fingers Through a million times more fun. He noticed me and smiled. Something was wrong though because it was a forced half smile. He kept licking his bottom lip, which he did when he was nervous. "Yes I understand. Thank you." He said in the fakest polite voice he could muster. I snaked my arm around his waist. He sighed loudly and fell onto the couch, taking me with him. "What's wrong?" I wondered and he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck. "If you don't want to talk about it that's fine but I'd love to help." I reminded him and it was true. I'd do anything to make him happy again. "Whatever it is, don't let it ruin the hype from your new comic and that spectacular new album!" I offered. He sighed loudly again and crossed his arms. "What?" I wondered. "I was only trying to help." I explained. He turned to face me and took a deep breath. "The producers don't like what I'm Coming up with. They say the guitar is dead." He blurted and brought a hand up to cover his face. "Saying it out loud makes it feel so much more real, Frankie." He mumbled through his hands.

I sighed sadly, "don't let this worry you. It'll be alright in the end. Besides, you always know what to do." I reached up to remove his hands from his face. "Always? Obviously not always if all I have to show is some shitty songs and a shitty comic." He retorted with a raised eyebrow.

"You know what I meant." I said crossing my arms. He fell into me letting his head rest on my shoulder. "Don't hate me, please. I'm in a bad mood." He apologized. I nodded and lifted my arm up to brush through his flame hair.