Trade Mistakes Chapter 9
Title: Trade Mistakes Chapter 9
Author: shadowoftheday
Rating: R (language)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff (also featuring Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Mat Devine and past Gerard Way/Bert McCracken)
Summary: After being dumped by an insecure Adam, Tommy Joe spent a whirlwind few months touring with My Chemical Romance before returning to LA to give things with Adam another try. Everything seems to be going well, but as Tommy soon learns, what happens on the road doesn't necessarily stay on the road.
Disclaimer: All fiction, entertainment purposes only, don't own, please don't sue!
Warnings/Notes:Story title belongs to Panic! At The Disco, cut lyrics belong to the Used :)
This story is a sequel to Burning in The Skies, which can be read here
Trade Mistakes Chapter 1
Trade Mistakes Chapter 2
Trade Mistakes Chapter 3
Trade Mistakes Chapter 4
Trade Mistakes Chapter 5
Trade Mistakes Chapter 6
Trade Mistakes Chapter 7
Trade Mistakes Chapter 8
Gerard Way and Bert McCracken
This is a song from The Used's current album "Artwork". It's called "Watered Down", and for me lyrically it has always reminded me of Gerard and Bert. It's the song that the lj cut lyrics come from, and it's mentioned in this chapter so worth giving it a listen :)
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"Gerard Arthur Way, what are we going to do with you?"
Gerard looked up at Bert as he came in from the kitchen, holding two mugs of fresh coffee. He was sitting on the living room floor, legs curled under the coffee table as he dragged some charcoal across his sketch pad.
"What do you mean?" Gerard asked, lowering his gaze. His long dark lashes fanned out over his flushed cheeks, making Bert's breath catch in his throat. He handed Gerard one of the mugs of coffee, taking a minute to caress Gerard's hand with his thumb.
"I've loved having you around these past few weeks, you know that. But I need to know what's going on here," Bert said quietly. "I know you're hurting, and I'm worried about you."
"You don't need to worry Bert," Gerard murmured. "I'm fine. I'm happy here with you."
Bert crouched down beside Gerard, kissing him softly, savouring the taste of coffee and cigarettes that hadn't changed, even after all the time they'd spent apart.
"I wish that was true, baby," Bert breathed, kissing Gerard's closed eyelids.
"It is," Gerard insisted. "Since Frankie left, I've been...I don't know, at first I felt like I was losing my mind but being here with you, it's the only time I've felt ok again. You make me ok."
"Alright," Bert agreed, his features softening. "I don't mind the drinking, as long as we keep it under control, but no more coke ok? That shit messes you up, we both know it."
"Ok," Gerard agreed with a nod, leaning in for another kiss. "I promise."
* * *
"Have you watched MTV lately?" Adam asked, flopping down on the couch beside a dozing Tommy Joe.
"Huh?" Tommy asked, leaning into Adam's bulk.
"I think there's something you need to see."
Adam grabbed the remote and turned the channel to MTV, where an on screen message announced the premiere of The Used's new video.
Tommy sat up a little straighter. Mikey hadn't had any luck tracking down Bert or Gerard, after MCR and The Used had their falling out back in 2005, Mikey severed all contact with Bert and his band. The only mutual friend they'd had was Bob Bryar, MCR's former drummer who'd been a sound guy for The Used, but Mikey wasn't able to reach him.
The screen went dark, white text at the bottom spelling out "The Used - Watered Down". Tommy didn't even realise he was holding his breath, until it left him in a sudden exhale when the video started.
In my eyes, coarse and jaded.
It's no surprise the lights have faded.
I always walk away.
You'll always hear me say "I don't need this."
The video opened on a messy bedroom, a wide shot revealing a floor covered with clothes and various debris. A pale figure was sitting up on the bed, staring at his lap, long black hair hiding his face until he looked up.
It was Gerard. He started yelling, although the song was layered over the footage so Tommy couldn't hear what he was saying. The shot widened, revealing Bert McCracken standing by the door way, yelling right back. They were clearly supposed to be having some sort of lover's spat. Tommy watched as Gerard picked up an alarm clock from the bedside cabinet and threw it - rather badly - at Bert's head. The clock shattered against the wall by Bert's shoulder. Bert turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
I've been given such a gift.
Shame to take advantage of it.
Wanted, wasting leaves you wanting more.
Be careful what you're wishing for.
The video continued, showing Bert performing with the band at what looked like soundcheck, doubled over and screaming. Gerard was sitting in what looked like a basement, painting, large violent strokes of his brush.
Nothing that I can hold onto with my broken hands.
I'm not thinking that I should anyway.
So I leave holding nothing. Don't care what you say.
'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away.
Yeah, it makes no difference if I throw it away.
Now my days are feeling numbered.
The sad cliche I'm hiding under.
This spiderweb of dreams,
I'm stuck here as it seems to be breaking.
Shining brighter than you burn.
Something that I would never learn.
I could never lay this curse on you, cursing the days where there's
Nothing that I can hold onto with my broken hands.
I'm not thinking that I should anyway.
So I leave holding nothing. Don't care what you say.
'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away.
'Cause it makes no difference.
Yeah, it makes no difference if I throw it away.
It makes no difference.
It makes no difference if I throw it away.
Makes no difference if I throw it away.
It all just ends up tasting watered down.
It's never been so complicated.
And everyone has found an easy way out, an easy way out.
Nothing that I can hold onto with my broken hands.
I'm not thinking that I should anyway.
So I leave holding nothing. Don't care what you say.
'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away.
Yeah, it makes no difference if I throw it away.
The video was great, Tommy couldn't argue with that. As it continued, it showed Gerard and Bert calming down from their fight - Bert sitting alone in his dressing room, toying with his phone, Gerard wandering aimlessly through the city.
The video ended with Gerard showing up at a club where the Used was playing, smiling softly to himself as the band played the song in the video. By the end of the video, Gerard and Bert were curled up together in a shadowed booth at the club, gazing lovingly at each other, pale hands clasped together on top of the table.
"It looks like they're together," Adam said quietly as Tommy sat, stunned.
"Sure looks like it."
"Is that such a bad thing? It seems like Bert really loves Gerard," Adam pointed out.
"Yeah, I think he does. But he loves Gerard so much, that he'll do anything to keep Gerard happy," Tommy sighed. "Like, drink himself into oblivion every night, or fall back on old habits."
"Oh," Adam replied just as Tommy's phone started ringing.
It was Mikey, furious at the video and wanting to meet up with Tommy as soon as possible to discuss their next move. Adam smiled weakly while Tommy made his excuses and left, the house becoming altogether too quiet.
He'd been sitting alone for ten minutes before he called Bill.
* * *
"Is he even gay?" Tommy asked, refusing to meet Brendon's gaze as he took a long drag from his cigarette.
He could almost hear Brendon frown, the young singer's disappointed little huff making Tommy squirm a litle. They'd met for lunch, Brendon hoping to spend some time gushing to one of his closest friends about his rekindled love life.
Tommy wasn't in the mood to hear his ex ramble on about how romantic some Glee kid was. He missed Gerard, he hated the strain in his relationship with Adam, he missed the way Brendon used to look at him, like he was the best thing that ever happened, and he didn't know how to fix any of it.
"Tommy, he's a theatre kid from San Francisco, he grew up in the community. He prefers girls, but he...makes exceptions."
Tommy snorted - of course he made exceptions. Who wouldn't make an exception for Brendon? He was gorgeous with his big dark eyes and generous mouth, had an ass most girls were envious of and beyond all that, he was sweet and kind and thoughtful, with an uncanny ability to make the object of his desire feel wanted.
Plus, Brendon was young and could be daring and reckless - he could be a good weekend or the rest of your life, depending on what you wanted.
"Are you sure he's not just experimenting?" Tommy asked, finally meeting Brendon's dark eyes.
"Are you sure you're not just experimenting?" Brendon snapped, crossing his arms. Tommy sighed - he didn't want to upset Brendon, he didn't, but he wanted to protect him.
"Bren, bear, don't get upset, I don't wanna fight with you. It's just...you're really sweet, and hot as hell, and this dude is probably just using looking to scratch his gay itch for a while before going back to what's easy."
"What makes you think I'm just going to jump into bed with the first guy who bats his lashes at me?" Brendon demanded.
"You did with me, remember?"
Brendon just stared at Tommy, open mouthed and wide eyed, like he couldn't believe what Tommy had just said. Tommy could barely believe it, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as if he could claw the words back into his mouth.
"Brendon, I didn't mean it like that, I..." Tommy began, reaching across the table for Brendon's trembling hand.
"Fuck you, Tommy Joe Ratliff," Brendon spat, jumping to his feet. "Just, fuck you. You were the one who pushed me back to Ryan, I got my heart broken again because of you, and now I find someone who really likes me, and respects me, and you tell me that he's using me because I'm a fucking whore?!"
"Bren, no," Tommy argued weakly, standing up and reaching again for the young singer. "I'm not...this is coming out all wrong, I didn't mean..."
"I made that mistake with you, Tommy Joe. I wish I didn't. Don't you worry about me, I won't make that mistake again," Brendon hissed, turning on his heel and storming off before Tommy could even draw a steadying breath.
"Shit," Tommy muttered under his breath, ignoring the ringing of his cell phone.
* * *
"You know," Bill purred, plastered right up against Adam's side, swaying gently with the alcohol in his blood.
"Know what?" Adam asked quietly, smiling down at the drunk singer.
Jared was messing around with the piano, picking out a tinkling, haunting melody as he watched Bill attempt to dance with Adam.
Adam had spent the afternoon at Bill and Jared's house, drinking some very expensive wine, working on lyrics with Jared and vocals with Bill, flirting outrageously and just enjoying the gentle, crackling warmth between them. It had been the first time in weeks he felt stable, content.
"You know, Jared and I, we can get a bit freaky," Bill grinned, wrapping his arms around Adam's neck.
"I had noticed, yeah," Adam replied with a chuckle.
"We like you, Adam. We like you a whole lot."
"Well I like you guys too," Adam said, pressing a smacking kiss to Bill's forehead, making Jared smile.
"Good. We wanna, with you."
"What?" Adam asked, feeling his eyes widen.
"We wanna. With you."
"Both of you?" Adam asked, glancing between Bill and Jared. Bill nodded, his grin softening into something more subtle, something dangerously sexy. Jared stood, crossing the room in his graceful, determined stride.
"Scared?" Bill whispered, pressing a kiss to Adam's stuttering pulse.
"I have a boyfriend," Adam pointed out, feeling his resolve stumbling.
"And yet here you are, with us," Jared murmured, wrapping one arm around Adam's waist and reaching for Bill with his free hand.
"And yet here I am," Adam whispered, looking down at them both.
* * *
Gerard waited until Bert was asleep, curled up facing the silvery moonlight spilling in through the open bedroom window.
Bert,
I'm really sorry for everything. Being with you has been really great, and I am so grateful for all the love and comfort you've given me recently.
But I can help but feel like I've been getting in too deep. We can't be in a relationship again. This isn't the right time for either of us. You want more from me than I can give. I love you, but I'm in love with Frank. I think I always will be, and that's something I need to come to terms with.
I hope you can forgive me. You're a fucking amazing man, Bert McCracken. Don't get down on yourself. If things were different you and me would spend the rest of our lives tearing shit up.
Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Take care.
Love always
xoxo
G
He folded the letter in half, placing it on the pillow beside Bert before hoisting his bag on to his shoulder and slipping silently out of the apartment.
He waited until he was in the cab before he called Tommy.
"No fucking way," Tommy answered, his voice barely more than a rasp on the line. It sounded like he'd been sobbing or drinking or some combination of both.
"Geez Tommy Joe, what's wrong with you?" Gerard asked, deliberately keeping his tone light.
"I've fucked everything up."
"Hey, welcome to the club. What happened?"
"I've been neglecting Adam, and now God knows what he's doing with that Tokio Hotel tramp. Brendon's never going to talk to me again and I dunno, I'm feeling things for him I didn't feel first time round and it's confusing the shit outta me...oh, and my best friend has been MIA for weeks," Tommy explained.
"He has? What a dick," Gerard joked. "Wanna get outta here?"
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked, sounding vaguely interested.
"I got no place left to go in this god damn city. So I'm going to a new city. Wanna come with?"
"You do have places to go, Gee. Mikey is worried sick," Tommy pointed out.
"I am sick. I've put Mikey through this once, Tommy, I can't put him through it again," Gerard replied with a sigh.
"I can't let you go through this alone, Gee."
"I'm in a cab, I'll be at Adam's in about fifteen minutes. Pack your passport."
Author: shadowoftheday
Rating: R (language)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff (also featuring Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Mat Devine and past Gerard Way/Bert McCracken)
Summary: After being dumped by an insecure Adam, Tommy Joe spent a whirlwind few months touring with My Chemical Romance before returning to LA to give things with Adam another try. Everything seems to be going well, but as Tommy soon learns, what happens on the road doesn't necessarily stay on the road.
Disclaimer: All fiction, entertainment purposes only, don't own, please don't sue!
Warnings/Notes:Story title belongs to Panic! At The Disco, cut lyrics belong to the Used :)
This story is a sequel to Burning in The Skies, which can be read here
Trade Mistakes Chapter 1
Trade Mistakes Chapter 2
Trade Mistakes Chapter 3
Trade Mistakes Chapter 4
Trade Mistakes Chapter 5
Trade Mistakes Chapter 6
Trade Mistakes Chapter 7
Trade Mistakes Chapter 8
Gerard Way and Bert McCracken
Click to viewThis is a song from The Used's current album "Artwork". It's called "Watered Down", and for me lyrically it has always reminded me of Gerard and Bert. It's the song that the lj cut lyrics come from, and it's mentioned in this chapter so worth giving it a listen :)
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"Gerard Arthur Way, what are we going to do with you?"
Gerard looked up at Bert as he came in from the kitchen, holding two mugs of fresh coffee. He was sitting on the living room floor, legs curled under the coffee table as he dragged some charcoal across his sketch pad.
"What do you mean?" Gerard asked, lowering his gaze. His long dark lashes fanned out over his flushed cheeks, making Bert's breath catch in his throat. He handed Gerard one of the mugs of coffee, taking a minute to caress Gerard's hand with his thumb.
"I've loved having you around these past few weeks, you know that. But I need to know what's going on here," Bert said quietly. "I know you're hurting, and I'm worried about you."
"You don't need to worry Bert," Gerard murmured. "I'm fine. I'm happy here with you."
Bert crouched down beside Gerard, kissing him softly, savouring the taste of coffee and cigarettes that hadn't changed, even after all the time they'd spent apart.
"I wish that was true, baby," Bert breathed, kissing Gerard's closed eyelids.
"It is," Gerard insisted. "Since Frankie left, I've been...I don't know, at first I felt like I was losing my mind but being here with you, it's the only time I've felt ok again. You make me ok."
"Alright," Bert agreed, his features softening. "I don't mind the drinking, as long as we keep it under control, but no more coke ok? That shit messes you up, we both know it."
"Ok," Gerard agreed with a nod, leaning in for another kiss. "I promise."
* * *
"Have you watched MTV lately?" Adam asked, flopping down on the couch beside a dozing Tommy Joe.
"Huh?" Tommy asked, leaning into Adam's bulk.
"I think there's something you need to see."
Adam grabbed the remote and turned the channel to MTV, where an on screen message announced the premiere of The Used's new video.
Tommy sat up a little straighter. Mikey hadn't had any luck tracking down Bert or Gerard, after MCR and The Used had their falling out back in 2005, Mikey severed all contact with Bert and his band. The only mutual friend they'd had was Bob Bryar, MCR's former drummer who'd been a sound guy for The Used, but Mikey wasn't able to reach him.
The screen went dark, white text at the bottom spelling out "The Used - Watered Down". Tommy didn't even realise he was holding his breath, until it left him in a sudden exhale when the video started.
In my eyes, coarse and jaded.
It's no surprise the lights have faded.
I always walk away.
You'll always hear me say "I don't need this."
The video opened on a messy bedroom, a wide shot revealing a floor covered with clothes and various debris. A pale figure was sitting up on the bed, staring at his lap, long black hair hiding his face until he looked up.
It was Gerard. He started yelling, although the song was layered over the footage so Tommy couldn't hear what he was saying. The shot widened, revealing Bert McCracken standing by the door way, yelling right back. They were clearly supposed to be having some sort of lover's spat. Tommy watched as Gerard picked up an alarm clock from the bedside cabinet and threw it - rather badly - at Bert's head. The clock shattered against the wall by Bert's shoulder. Bert turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
I've been given such a gift.
Shame to take advantage of it.
Wanted, wasting leaves you wanting more.
Be careful what you're wishing for.
The video continued, showing Bert performing with the band at what looked like soundcheck, doubled over and screaming. Gerard was sitting in what looked like a basement, painting, large violent strokes of his brush.
Nothing that I can hold onto with my broken hands.
I'm not thinking that I should anyway.
So I leave holding nothing. Don't care what you say.
'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away.
Yeah, it makes no difference if I throw it away.
Now my days are feeling numbered.
The sad cliche I'm hiding under.
This spiderweb of dreams,
I'm stuck here as it seems to be breaking.
Shining brighter than you burn.
Something that I would never learn.
I could never lay this curse on you, cursing the days where there's
Nothing that I can hold onto with my broken hands.
I'm not thinking that I should anyway.
So I leave holding nothing. Don't care what you say.
'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away.
'Cause it makes no difference.
Yeah, it makes no difference if I throw it away.
It makes no difference.
It makes no difference if I throw it away.
Makes no difference if I throw it away.
It all just ends up tasting watered down.
It's never been so complicated.
And everyone has found an easy way out, an easy way out.
Nothing that I can hold onto with my broken hands.
I'm not thinking that I should anyway.
So I leave holding nothing. Don't care what you say.
'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away.
Yeah, it makes no difference if I throw it away.
The video was great, Tommy couldn't argue with that. As it continued, it showed Gerard and Bert calming down from their fight - Bert sitting alone in his dressing room, toying with his phone, Gerard wandering aimlessly through the city.
The video ended with Gerard showing up at a club where the Used was playing, smiling softly to himself as the band played the song in the video. By the end of the video, Gerard and Bert were curled up together in a shadowed booth at the club, gazing lovingly at each other, pale hands clasped together on top of the table.
"It looks like they're together," Adam said quietly as Tommy sat, stunned.
"Sure looks like it."
"Is that such a bad thing? It seems like Bert really loves Gerard," Adam pointed out.
"Yeah, I think he does. But he loves Gerard so much, that he'll do anything to keep Gerard happy," Tommy sighed. "Like, drink himself into oblivion every night, or fall back on old habits."
"Oh," Adam replied just as Tommy's phone started ringing.
It was Mikey, furious at the video and wanting to meet up with Tommy as soon as possible to discuss their next move. Adam smiled weakly while Tommy made his excuses and left, the house becoming altogether too quiet.
He'd been sitting alone for ten minutes before he called Bill.
* * *
"Is he even gay?" Tommy asked, refusing to meet Brendon's gaze as he took a long drag from his cigarette.
He could almost hear Brendon frown, the young singer's disappointed little huff making Tommy squirm a litle. They'd met for lunch, Brendon hoping to spend some time gushing to one of his closest friends about his rekindled love life.
Tommy wasn't in the mood to hear his ex ramble on about how romantic some Glee kid was. He missed Gerard, he hated the strain in his relationship with Adam, he missed the way Brendon used to look at him, like he was the best thing that ever happened, and he didn't know how to fix any of it.
"Tommy, he's a theatre kid from San Francisco, he grew up in the community. He prefers girls, but he...makes exceptions."
Tommy snorted - of course he made exceptions. Who wouldn't make an exception for Brendon? He was gorgeous with his big dark eyes and generous mouth, had an ass most girls were envious of and beyond all that, he was sweet and kind and thoughtful, with an uncanny ability to make the object of his desire feel wanted.
Plus, Brendon was young and could be daring and reckless - he could be a good weekend or the rest of your life, depending on what you wanted.
"Are you sure he's not just experimenting?" Tommy asked, finally meeting Brendon's dark eyes.
"Are you sure you're not just experimenting?" Brendon snapped, crossing his arms. Tommy sighed - he didn't want to upset Brendon, he didn't, but he wanted to protect him.
"Bren, bear, don't get upset, I don't wanna fight with you. It's just...you're really sweet, and hot as hell, and this dude is probably just using looking to scratch his gay itch for a while before going back to what's easy."
"What makes you think I'm just going to jump into bed with the first guy who bats his lashes at me?" Brendon demanded.
"You did with me, remember?"
Brendon just stared at Tommy, open mouthed and wide eyed, like he couldn't believe what Tommy had just said. Tommy could barely believe it, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as if he could claw the words back into his mouth.
"Brendon, I didn't mean it like that, I..." Tommy began, reaching across the table for Brendon's trembling hand.
"Fuck you, Tommy Joe Ratliff," Brendon spat, jumping to his feet. "Just, fuck you. You were the one who pushed me back to Ryan, I got my heart broken again because of you, and now I find someone who really likes me, and respects me, and you tell me that he's using me because I'm a fucking whore?!"
"Bren, no," Tommy argued weakly, standing up and reaching again for the young singer. "I'm not...this is coming out all wrong, I didn't mean..."
"I made that mistake with you, Tommy Joe. I wish I didn't. Don't you worry about me, I won't make that mistake again," Brendon hissed, turning on his heel and storming off before Tommy could even draw a steadying breath.
"Shit," Tommy muttered under his breath, ignoring the ringing of his cell phone.
* * *
"You know," Bill purred, plastered right up against Adam's side, swaying gently with the alcohol in his blood.
"Know what?" Adam asked quietly, smiling down at the drunk singer.
Jared was messing around with the piano, picking out a tinkling, haunting melody as he watched Bill attempt to dance with Adam.
Adam had spent the afternoon at Bill and Jared's house, drinking some very expensive wine, working on lyrics with Jared and vocals with Bill, flirting outrageously and just enjoying the gentle, crackling warmth between them. It had been the first time in weeks he felt stable, content.
"You know, Jared and I, we can get a bit freaky," Bill grinned, wrapping his arms around Adam's neck.
"I had noticed, yeah," Adam replied with a chuckle.
"We like you, Adam. We like you a whole lot."
"Well I like you guys too," Adam said, pressing a smacking kiss to Bill's forehead, making Jared smile.
"Good. We wanna, with you."
"What?" Adam asked, feeling his eyes widen.
"We wanna. With you."
"Both of you?" Adam asked, glancing between Bill and Jared. Bill nodded, his grin softening into something more subtle, something dangerously sexy. Jared stood, crossing the room in his graceful, determined stride.
"Scared?" Bill whispered, pressing a kiss to Adam's stuttering pulse.
"I have a boyfriend," Adam pointed out, feeling his resolve stumbling.
"And yet here you are, with us," Jared murmured, wrapping one arm around Adam's waist and reaching for Bill with his free hand.
"And yet here I am," Adam whispered, looking down at them both.
* * *
Gerard waited until Bert was asleep, curled up facing the silvery moonlight spilling in through the open bedroom window.
Bert,
I'm really sorry for everything. Being with you has been really great, and I am so grateful for all the love and comfort you've given me recently.
But I can help but feel like I've been getting in too deep. We can't be in a relationship again. This isn't the right time for either of us. You want more from me than I can give. I love you, but I'm in love with Frank. I think I always will be, and that's something I need to come to terms with.
I hope you can forgive me. You're a fucking amazing man, Bert McCracken. Don't get down on yourself. If things were different you and me would spend the rest of our lives tearing shit up.
Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Take care.
Love always
xoxo
G
He folded the letter in half, placing it on the pillow beside Bert before hoisting his bag on to his shoulder and slipping silently out of the apartment.
He waited until he was in the cab before he called Tommy.
"No fucking way," Tommy answered, his voice barely more than a rasp on the line. It sounded like he'd been sobbing or drinking or some combination of both.
"Geez Tommy Joe, what's wrong with you?" Gerard asked, deliberately keeping his tone light.
"I've fucked everything up."
"Hey, welcome to the club. What happened?"
"I've been neglecting Adam, and now God knows what he's doing with that Tokio Hotel tramp. Brendon's never going to talk to me again and I dunno, I'm feeling things for him I didn't feel first time round and it's confusing the shit outta me...oh, and my best friend has been MIA for weeks," Tommy explained.
"He has? What a dick," Gerard joked. "Wanna get outta here?"
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked, sounding vaguely interested.
"I got no place left to go in this god damn city. So I'm going to a new city. Wanna come with?"
"You do have places to go, Gee. Mikey is worried sick," Tommy pointed out.
"I am sick. I've put Mikey through this once, Tommy, I can't put him through it again," Gerard replied with a sigh.
"I can't let you go through this alone, Gee."
"I'm in a cab, I'll be at Adam's in about fifteen minutes. Pack your passport."