*Faith's POV*
I heard a maniacal laugh shoot through the place. Ray came running in, his phone up. He tossed the phone to Mikey, who caught it, and dissapeared into what I'm assuming was a kitchen. Mikey looked down at the phone, grimaced, and made fake gagging noises. I heard two sets of footsteps running down the hallway. Frank came in, anger very apparent on his face. Gerard came in with a first aid kit, blushing. Geesus, what happened. Mikey turned the phone in Kacy's direction. Her eyes lit up, and she yelled, "FRERARD IS REAL!" Frank looked at her, then blushed big time. She shot me the phone, and my leg caught it. I picked it up with my good hand. My eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. "MY SHIP HAS SAILED! SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP!!!" Kacy laughed. I heard Ray come out of the kitchen and laugh. He took the phone out of my hands, and shown it to Frank and Gerard. They were blushing a lot. "You know, maybe Frerard is real..." Ray suggested. Somehow the two of them went even redder. Gerard was the first to snap out of the state of shock, and walked over to me, first aid kit in hand. He opened the little thing, and grabbed gauze, neosporin, and bandaids. He lifted up my hand, and brought out a wet rag. He put the rag on my hand. I winced in pain. But the sting was oddly nice. He cleaned the gash, and put neosporin on it. He wrapped it in gauze. He took a bandaid and taped it together. "Do you have a tank top on under your shirt?" He asked. I nodded in confusion. He mumbled something incoherent. "Huh?"
"T-Take off y-your s-shirt..." He said quietly. I obeyed. He brought the rag to my shoulder. I realized why he told me to take off my shirt.
"Fuck! That hurts god DAMNIT!" He chuckled slightly. "Sorry Faith, your bullet wound is pretty bad kiddo." "Yeah, yeah. Just g-get it over with." Each time he done it, the pain started to cease. Frank was out of shock by then. He came over to me and held my right hand. Each time I winced, his eyes would become squinty, and his mouth was to the side, as if he was concentrating.

*Frank's POV*
Each time she winced, flinched, and was in pain while Gee cleaned her up, it reminded me of someone. When she had yelled "FUCK!" when Gee put the rag on her shoulder the first time, it sounded kinda like me. I chuckled on the inside at that thought. Gee eventually cleaned the bullet wound thoroughly. Faith put her sweater back on. She started crying from the pain, but I wiped them away. Mikey, Ray, and Kacy went outside. They were teaching Kacy how to shoot a pistol. The three came back in. Kacy was sweating. Her glasses had been put into her room. She ran back to her room, coming back in a T-shirt, and white jeans. Faith went back to her room, and came back in a Black Veil Brides T-shirt and light grey jeans. She also had put her Faded Glories back on. She sat on Kacy's lap, and Kacy pulled Faith's hair into a messy bun. A small piece of hair fell into her face on the right side. It curled under her eye. She had red eyeliner on. Gerard turned to the girls and gasped. As did I. What we saw had surprised us. Faith's lips twitched to the side again. Faith looked just like me...

Hello my lovers. Yup. This happened. Can we please appreciate the Frerardness that happened in these two chaps. This chapter is dedicated to Gee-note who is literally the definition of 'Great Person' . Please Taco and comment. I love you Killjoys!
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