End of Everything
Justin Timberlake
Gerard's POV:
Haha...
Bert.
Frank's POV:
Bert, I hope he isn't drunk... he isn't helpful when he's high.
Gee and I got home and Gerard decided to take a shower.
I got into my room and dialed Bert's number.
"House of Assholes, how may I help you?"
Shit, he was drunk.
"Bert?"
"Heyy...
Frank?
What's up?"
"Oh nothing..."
I laughed.
"Except for MCR breaking up, practically."
"Ha!
You sound like one of those drama queen boy bands...
'Yeah, we're breaking up to go in different paths...'
Lemme guess...
Gee-bear is going to go off and sing... like Justin Timberlake,
And you other guys are going to make some shitty band that is a total waste of time."
I sat down on the bed.
"Uh, Bert?
This isn't exactly... HELPFUL... at all."
He sighed.
"Well, fine.
What happened?"
"Mikey got into the hospital and ranted on about how MCR didn't need him."
"Eh,
He'll come to his senses..."
"Not helping..."
"Ugh,
Talk to Mikey...
See what he thinks.
He might come running to you guys asking for another chance."
"That isn't really...
Helpful, but it works for now."
I laid back in bed.
"Okay Frankie.
If anything happens...
Just dial this number..."
"Okay,
Bye."
Wow, that...
Kinda helped...
I needed to wait.
Perfect.
Gerard's POV:
Bert?
I wondered if he was going to help.
I stripped and got into the shower, letting the hot water soak my hair.
I decided to wash the white out...
Maybe black was where I fit in.
I got out and put a towel around my waist,
Throwing on pajamas.
I walked into Frank's room and covered my head with a towel.
"Hey Frank."
"Hey,
Bert said to wait for Mikey to come running."
"Bert..."
I sighed,
Taking the towel off of my head.
"Gee!!
Your hair is beautiful again!"
I put on a fake, shocked face.
"And you didn't like the white hair?"
"I like the black hair better."
He ran up and hugged me.
"Hmmm...
I think I should keep it this way."
J...Jamia's POV?:
"Steve...
What-"
He threw himself on the bed, he was covered in bruises and cuts.
He had no idea that he was making the bed all bloody.
"I-
I got kinda high and these guys totally...
They have always hated me.
They want revenge.
They like, killed me."
I ran over.
"Steve...
I'm sorry,
I-"
He laughed weakly,
"Who said this was..."
He looked at me.
"Jamia...
Please I need some time alone.
Those guys will do anything to hurt me.
I don't want them to hurt you.
Can you stay at your friend's hotel or something?"
...
"Please."
"Ummm...
I'm not sure I can-"
"Jamia,
I love you more than life itself.
I'm doing this for your protection."
"I'll try."
I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I slowly dialed Frank's number.
Frank's POV:
I messed with Gerard's hair.
Then the phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID.
What the fuck?
Haha...
Bert.
Frank's POV:
Bert, I hope he isn't drunk... he isn't helpful when he's high.
Gee and I got home and Gerard decided to take a shower.
I got into my room and dialed Bert's number.
"House of Assholes, how may I help you?"
Shit, he was drunk.
"Bert?"
"Heyy...
Frank?
What's up?"
"Oh nothing..."
I laughed.
"Except for MCR breaking up, practically."
"Ha!
You sound like one of those drama queen boy bands...
'Yeah, we're breaking up to go in different paths...'
Lemme guess...
Gee-bear is going to go off and sing... like Justin Timberlake,
And you other guys are going to make some shitty band that is a total waste of time."
I sat down on the bed.
"Uh, Bert?
This isn't exactly... HELPFUL... at all."
He sighed.
"Well, fine.
What happened?"
"Mikey got into the hospital and ranted on about how MCR didn't need him."
"Eh,
He'll come to his senses..."
"Not helping..."
"Ugh,
Talk to Mikey...
See what he thinks.
He might come running to you guys asking for another chance."
"That isn't really...
Helpful, but it works for now."
I laid back in bed.
"Okay Frankie.
If anything happens...
Just dial this number..."
"Okay,
Bye."
Wow, that...
Kinda helped...
I needed to wait.
Perfect.
Gerard's POV:
Bert?
I wondered if he was going to help.
I stripped and got into the shower, letting the hot water soak my hair.
I decided to wash the white out...
Maybe black was where I fit in.
I got out and put a towel around my waist,
Throwing on pajamas.
I walked into Frank's room and covered my head with a towel.
"Hey Frank."
"Hey,
Bert said to wait for Mikey to come running."
"Bert..."
I sighed,
Taking the towel off of my head.
"Gee!!
Your hair is beautiful again!"
I put on a fake, shocked face.
"And you didn't like the white hair?"
"I like the black hair better."
He ran up and hugged me.
"Hmmm...
I think I should keep it this way."
J...Jamia's POV?:
"Steve...
What-"
He threw himself on the bed, he was covered in bruises and cuts.
He had no idea that he was making the bed all bloody.
"I-
I got kinda high and these guys totally...
They have always hated me.
They want revenge.
They like, killed me."
I ran over.
"Steve...
I'm sorry,
I-"
He laughed weakly,
"Who said this was..."
He looked at me.
"Jamia...
Please I need some time alone.
Those guys will do anything to hurt me.
I don't want them to hurt you.
Can you stay at your friend's hotel or something?"
...
"Please."
"Ummm...
I'm not sure I can-"
"Jamia,
I love you more than life itself.
I'm doing this for your protection."
"I'll try."
I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I slowly dialed Frank's number.
Frank's POV:
I messed with Gerard's hair.
Then the phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID.
What the fuck?