G. Way

"WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" I scream at him, louder than I thought possible. My eyes blur- from sadness? Maybe. From rage? Definitely.

He throws his phone on the bed, "I'M NOT GOING TO WAIT AROUND FOR YOU TO BE READY, THIS IS HAPPENING AND IT WOULD BE GREAT IF YOU WERE SUPPORTIVE!" He screams back. He throws the chair down and storms out, slamming the door.

Slowly, I feel all my rage lower into a pang of sadness. I feel my own tears make my eyesight go blurry as I slide down, my back against the wall. My heartbeats finally slowing into a normal pace. I don't cry though, I just sit there, processing the recent event. I look around and grab my phone.

G-He's back, and we're fighting again.

Frankie- Need some moral support?

G- No, don't want to go against him in ways, but he's making dumb decisions, again.

Frankie- ...

Frankie- If you were a sun ray... You would be Gerard Ray.

G- Srsly, not in the mood atm

Frankie- If you were sleeping... You'd be Gerard Lay

G- Frank, I stg, I will go to your house and choke you using your ridiculous amount of duct tape

Frankie- You can't say ridiculous without saying dick

I let out a soft laugh. That dork.

Frankie- I hear your laughter. MISSION IMPOSSIBLE? I THINK THE FUCK NOT.

G- Are you stalking me?

Frankie- *yeets out window* nOOOOOOOOOO

Out of nowhere, I hear a loud thud. I jump up and run to his room, banging on the door. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU CHEWED UP GUMBALL!" I shout. I sigh and clear my throat. "Just tell me if you're okay?" I ask, a sliver of hope in me. Nothing. That sliver disappears faster than Spiderman at the end of Avengers Infinity War.

I pull out the room keys and unlock the door. Then I hear the key drop. He's not here. I dash around the room, looking for any sign of him. I stop at his desk. A post-it note on the desk.

I'm leaving if you didn't already fucking realize you wad of wet paper. And if you can't fucking tell, I'm mad at you. Have fun without me- or not, I couldn't care less. ~M

I toss the paper away and stare at the window. Did that noodle climb down the tree? I look out the window, hoping he didn't just fall to his death. When I don't see him and walk back and grab my phone

G- The blood stain ran the fuck away. And he left a rude-ass note.

Frankie- I can't tell if I should be happy, worried, or relieved. But... Uh.... oOf.

G- Good answer

Frankie- Now do you need moral support?

G- ...

G- yes

Frankie- give me two minutes

G- Frank, you live ten minutes away. Please don't die coming here.

G- Frank, answer me

G- Actually, don't- not if you're driving atm

G- Frankie?

I jump at the loud banging at the door. I rush down and slam open the door. He smiles and hugs me. He shuts the door with his foot and moves away. "We can do three things. One, we find him. Two, we ignore it. Three, we eat ice-cream and mourn his disappearance."

I let out a heaved sigh. "How about we ignore it and eat ice-cream anyway, and then find him later?"

"Seems like a plan, Stan."

"Can you not?"

"Hell yes," he says kneeling down and untying his shoe. He then proceeds to retie his shoe.

"You're an odd dork. Even the dorks agree," I shake my head.

A/N

I just realized.

This is the first chapter from the POV of Gee Way (our lord and savior).

WTTBP started playing and I made an inhuman noise.

~Lunar