We get hurled back into the shit storm of 2005

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Frank's P.O.V

    The boxes where filled with stuff from 2006, hair dye, stage makeup, costumes, ties and so much more. Mikey smiled, "take what's yours and go get into it." he said. We dumped everything on the table, Dan, Phil and Helena got to take what they wanted. My hair was just long enough for my 2005 hair, if I cut it myself. I grabbed the hair dye I would need, along with my white button down, eyeliner, white face paint, black jeans, my TCFSR arm band, and a red tie. I picked up a small box and opened it, it contained my lip and nose ring and a pair of earnings. I shut the box as fast as I could, but it was to late, Gerard had seen. "Oooooohhh no buddy, you made me wear a dress and high heels, you are going to shove these through the half closed holes in your flesh or I will" he said closing my hands around the box. After about an hour we reunited, and this is what we looked like. 

Me: 

Gerard: 

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Gerard: 

Gerard: 

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Mikey: 

Mikey: 

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Pete:

Pete:

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