Get Your Finger on the Trigger

Gerard’s POV
I sat in my basement and gathered the things I’d bought with Mikey in the crafts store in Belleville earlier. I tore all my posters and photos off my huge wall and covered it with rolls and rolls of white paper. I was going to start working out this… I took out a thick, black marker pen and clicked the cap off it. It smelt strong and burnt my nose hairs… I wanted to show them I could do this; I was going to use this space to design an album. My door creaked open and Ray walked in, eyeing up the wall covered in paper. I could tell he was curious but Mikey had obviously told him not to ask about it. He shrugged to himself slightly and walked down the steps towards me. “Hey Gee, Mikey said you might want my help with all this paper stuff?” He asked quietly. I suddenly had an idea how I could use Ray, I’d try to draw a character based on each of the guys. I nodded and signalled him to sit down on the bed. I started on one of the long strips at the far end. I drew a sketchy figure first and started bulking out the body. I drew skinny jeans onto the figure with big army boots. I drew rips onto the jeans and drew on a brightly coloured and worm leather jacket. I finished it off with a huge helmet and a bandana. I gave him gloves and coloured it all in.
“That looks WICKED Gee! Can I show the guys?” He asked, so I shrugged slightly causing him to squeal like a child and run up the stairs. I finished the extra details on the drawing and wrote ‘Jet Star?’ underneath it, having a vauge idea where to carry this. My mind was racing with ideas for the other three costumes. I chose a slice of paper for Frank’s sketch and wrote ‘Killjoy’ in huge black letters on the top of it. I suddenly had a thought run through my mind and drew a gun in Ray’s clenched fist. NOW it was completed… I heard movement at the top of the stairs then and looked up to see the band coming down the stairs. Ray was still grinning like a freak but now had Frank on his back, kicking him and screaming ‘Gee’up horsey’. I swear that kid has worse issues than me (!)…
I made Frank and Mikey stand against the wall and traced around them to do it quickly. I then drew on their jackets – for Mikey a bright red one I knew he’d love, and for Frank a yellow and black one. I drew up the rest of their outfits in pale lines before mumbling to Mikey that I was tired and crashing out on my bed yawning. I stared at my drawings from my bed, feeling pretty proud of them and let my eyes fall shut. Frank grinned and yelled good night at me, and without thinking I yelled it back. That’s when I heard them stop walking and I realised what I’d done. Oh god…
Frank’s POV
“G’Night Frankeh…” I heard a coarse and tired voice reply to me. I froze in my steps. He talked he talked! I felt my heart skip a beat and a grin formed on my face. I started jumping up and down on the spot. I looked over at Ray who was grinning just like I was. We ran back down the steps and I flung my arms around Gee who cringed and tensed up. I frankly (hehehe get it? Frank-ly? No…? Oh okay..) didn’t give a fuck! My geebear had talked to me! I felt happy tears running down my cheeks as I clung to him. Ray tugged on my arm laughing and stating Gee was tired and I was being like a spaz so I smirked at him and headed upstairs. I picked up my guitar, Pansy, and happily played a couple of my favorite songs. I laughed and started playing a few chords that popped up in my head and sang along with the first words I could think of:
“Don't believe what they say
We're dead flies in the summertime
They leave us all behind
With duct tape scars on my honey
They don't like who you are
You won't like where we'll go
Brother, protect me now
With blood they wash in the money

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy

Right now,
I'm sick down from the bones to the other side
Red-Mob, we insects hide
King rat in the streets in another life
They laugh, we don't think it's funny

If what you are
Is just what you own
What have you become?
When they take from you
Almost everything

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy

Destroya, Destroya, Destroya, Destroya, Destroya, Destroya
Against the sun, we're the enemy!
Destroya, Destroya, Destroya, Destroya

I don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
I don't believe in you
I just believe in the enemy

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
but I believe we're the enemy

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy

Destroya, Destroya, Destroya, Destroya, Destroya, Destroya
Against the sun, we're the enemy!
Destroya, Destroya
We're all waitin' for ya
Destroya, Destroya
Against the sun, we're the enemy!

So show me what you got
You children of the gun
Don't hide and we don't run
Against the sun, we're the enemy!
So show me what you got
Against the sun, we're the enemy!”
“Woah Frank!”