Spectrum (Frerard, Petekey)

27: There's A Lot Of Crying In This Chapter

"It's nice up here," Frank commented, lighting his ninth cigarette, and Ray really thought to stop him, but he really didn't want to get in an argument on the top of a roof, because he did actually value his life to some degree.

"Yeah, fucking dangerous, though," Ray commented, looking down. He wasn't exactly scared of heights, but he wasn't the fucking number one fan of sitting on top of roves, but it was indeed apparent he did a lot for Frank Iero.

"Mmm..." Frank shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips and inhaling, "what isn't? Living's fucking dangerous. Life is a risk of death. Who cares?"

"Don't tell me you want to fall off a roof now, because of this?" Ray looked at him in disbelief, knowing that Frank was just overreacting a little, but still, he wanted to make certain that everything was okay.

Frank scoffed a little, "fucking might hurt less."

"Yeah, you want to be paralysed for life?" Ray shook his head at him, "bad idea, Frank."

"Don't give me that you'll get over it bullshit." Frank snapped, meeting Ray's gaze, "because I honest to god don't think I will. I'm in love with her."

"I know." Ray nodded, offering Frank a sympathetic smile. "I know you do. And I know it's not easy for you, but you have- what you should do is try to make the best out of every bad thing, because look, face it, you can't change that she's going to California, and sitting around hating everything is going to help it, or help yourself. You have to try and stay positive, maybe think about how it's good for her, and how you're happy about that, because you love her and that she deserves a better chance in life-"

"What I fucking hate is that, because I love her and I should be happy for her, shouldn't I? But no, I'm fucking selfish, a fucking asshole, because all I can care about is myself." Frank shook his head, "maybe she's fucking better off without me."

"Don't say that." Ray let out a sigh, "you know, she loves you too."

Frank's cellphone vibrated in his pocket, interrupting his chain of thought before he could quite piece together a response. He held his breath as he reached for it, toying with the idea of it being Gee and how that was either certain to be the best or the worst thing that evening so far.

It was Gee.

'Hey. I'm really sorry Frank. I love you, I'm just telling you that we're leaving in a few days. Can I come over or meet up with you soon? Please? It's okay if you're mad at me. I love you though.'

"Fuck." Frank cursed, putting his cellphone back in his pocket without replying.

"What?" Ray asked.

"A few days. A few fucking days!" He exclaimed, biting his lip, "she's leaving in a few motherfucking days..." And then, Frank was not just an angsty mess on top a rooftop with his best friend, but a crying angsty mess on top a rooftop with his best friend.

-

Mikey felt even somewhat ambushed as he made his way back home, after the mess with Pete and Patrick, and the promises to Pete and himself that it would all be okay, but Mikey, honestly didn't know at all. It wasn't like he'd been in this situation before, after all.

Patrick had, and he'd seen how well that had gone, no matter how many times Patrick insisted that for some reason it had to be different with him and Pete.

Mikey didn't see why it should be.

Sure, he thought he deserved that it be as such, but he knew that the world wasn't on his side; the world wasn't on anyone's side - it wasn't about teams and favour, it was just fate and luck, and at times like these, a lack of it, and then, you had to make up for luck with hope. Favour and preference didn't go into it at all.