Broken Promises 3- Frerard.

ONE MONTH LATER.
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Frank stepped out of the plane and breathed in the fresh, Germany air. He smiled, but nagging in the back of his mind was the thought of how much Jamia would've loved it here. It had been a month and a week since she died, but he still missed her more than anything. He dropped his bag and stretched his arms. The image of a scarlet rose had been recently tattooed on his wrist as a reminder of Jamia. He brought his arms down and rubbed the tattoo gently. Mikey bounded out of the plane and put his arm around Frank.

"Good MORNING!" he said cheerily as he skipped around the runway. Frank giggled.

"What the hell is up with you?"

"What? I can't be in an extremely good mood without a reason?" Mikey sang. Gerard stepped out of the plane and stood beside Frank.

"What the h-" Frank was cut off by Gerard.

"I have no fucking clue. He was like this the entire plane ride. Except worse. You're lucky you were asleep," Gerard laughed. Frank stared, confused, at Mikey. His hazel eyes were enormous and his short black hair was messy and pointing out in random directions. A red tie was wrapped around his head as a headband and he was wearing only boxers. Mikey ran up to Frank and jumped on his back.

"RUN, Horsie, RUUUUUUUUUN!" He shouted. Frank burst out in a fit of laughter and ran around with Mikey on his back. He ran off the runway and into a green, grassy field and dropped Mikey in the grass and sat down beside him. Mikey hiccuped and giggled.
"What in the hell is wrong with you, Michael?" Frank sputtered, panting.

"I'll tell you," Mikey rolled over and looked at Frank, "But you have to promise not to tell Frank."

This guy is obviously on some crazy shit, Frank thought. "I won't tell Frank," he said with a smile. Mikey sat up and pulled Frank close.

"C'mere," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around Frank's shoulders. Frank giggled and moved closer to Mikey, which was hard considering how close they already were.

"I... got...some... ecstasy," Mikey whispered in to Frank's ear and fell back into the grass.
"You WHAT?!" Frank shouted. Mikey sat up and put a finger to Frank's lips.

"Shh.... Don't tell Frank," he giggled and leaned on Frank. Oh fuck. If Gerard finds out, Mikey is in so much shit, thought Frank.

"Mikey, if you do drugs any other time, I'm telling Frank so you can't anymore, okay? And we can't tell Gerard, okay?" Frank crooned. Mikey nodded and looked at Frank.

"I needa tell you something... ELSE! But you can't tell Frankie, okay?" said Mikey. Frank nodded.

"I...Love...Frank!" Mikey whispered. Frank's eyes widened and he scootched back. His hands began to shake.

"You love Frank?" Frank wrung his hands.

"Shhh... Don't tell him!"

"I won't, Mikey. I won't," Frank looked down at the ground. "Let's go back over there, yeah?"

Mikey jumped up and bounded over to the plane. Frank noticed his makeshift headband had fallen to the ground beside him, so he picked it up and trudged back to the plane.
When Frank reached the plane, he stood beside Gerard and watched as Mikey chased Ray around the runway screaming.

"Gerard?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I tell you something? You have to promise you won't say anything," Frank grabbed Gerard's hand. Gerard looked down at his friend.
"I promise."

"While we were in that field over there... Mikey told me..." he trailed off.

"What'd he tell you, Frank?" They were inturrupted by Mikey running up to Gerard and hugging him before colapsing on the ground.

"Tell me later, kay?" Gerard said as he picked Mikey up bridal style and carried him to the tourbus.