Best Friends Means...

Lizzie Manning and I had been friends since I could remember. I acted more like a big brother to Lizzie, always there for her and always at her side. People mistook us for a couple sometimes, but we were quick to correct. We could never even think about dating each other.

Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's just what anyone would do
Take the time to talk about it
Think a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's something unforgivable

So now, here we are in the bar I tried to end my life in. No one recognized me. Thank God. I looked over at Lizzie, her dark brown hair creating a veil in between us.
“Lizzie?”
“Yes, Frank?” she replied in her soft high voice.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I could and you can leave if you-”
“When were we ever apart? Never,” she stated, cutting me off. Her face was like stone – set. I sighed.
“You have a future.”
“So do you.”
“Not a good one,” I added curtly, “what the hell is there for me?! I got nothing… just you. And I – we – plan to end it that way.”
“Good. Shall we?” she felt under her denim blue jacket, pressing it against her rib-cage. I nodded, standing from the stool and downing my last drink. I shouldn’t have got drunk.
When we got to the bathroom, she turned to me.
“Did you mean it? It was unforgivable?”
“It was at the time. I would have liked it best this way, together,” I clarified. She deserved to know the truth before what was about to happen. I looked up at her from my position lent against a cubicle door. She was sat up on one of the dirty sinks, her eyes vacant. She nodded.
“I know about your time.”
“I know,” I uttered. I tried not to believe that she knew, but how could I? She knew me inside out.
“Ready now, Frankie?”
“I always was,” I muttered, pushing myself up from my position, brushing at my clothes… like it mattered.

Lizzie and I had such a shit life. That’s why it was important for us to do this. Either of us never really had a future, hated the fact that we were awake in the morning. We dreamed of the end, where we never woke up. Things never work out the way you want it to.

Best friends’ means I pulled the trigger,
Best friends’ means you get what you deserve.
Best friends’ means I pulled the trigger,
Best friends’ means you get what you deserve.
Best friends’ means I pulled the trigger,
Best friends’ means you get what you deserve.
Best friends’ means I pulled the trigger,
Best friends’ means you get what you deserve.
Best friends’ means I pulled the trigger,
Best friends’ means you get what you deserve.

We pulled out the sleek silver Colt Python .357 Magnums’ from our jackets, letting them hang at our sides. Lizzie’s eyes were stained with tears, bloodshot red. She remained sitting in the sink.
“Going to get comfortable?” she asked, trying to act casual.
“No.”
She sighed deeply, wiping her tears.
“I love you, Frank Iero,” she whispered, pointing her gun at me. I smiled.
“I love you too, Elizabeth Manning,” I pointed mine at her, and started the countdown.
“Three, two… one.”

Best friends’ means I pulled the trigger!
Best friends’ means you get what you deserve!