I had to keep my imagination running and I have been toying with this storyline for a while now. I am still publishing to both stories but in order to refresh myself and stop myself from blabbing on about something rubbish I'm to and fro'ing.
I hope that you enjoy this one as much as the other if not more but don't forget to check in with both they just might surprise you =) xoxo

Chapter 1.

Gerard's P.O.V.

We partied wildly, everybody swinging in unison, liquor flowing like water down a fountain lacing our necks with a poison that we welcomed.
This was something we had claimed to be our little piece of ecstasy, our college life drowned in cocktails of who the hell knows.
One big party until the assignments were due.
It had been a longest summer of my four years at SVA and the whole world seemed to be opening doors in my direction and slamming them in my face twice as quick.
I had no idea that the world expected me to know what I was going to do with myself for the next however many years.
I had perhaps bargained my future of being stable and comfortable for going off to an arts college, but in all truth I was never really good at anything else.
I had to do this as my job, I'd settle for nothing less.
My thoughts were cut short by my phone bleeping obnoxiously.

It was Olivia, I was in two minds whether to ditch my phone in the trash and call a cab from a payphone.
Olivia was the ever present ex that still seemed to rule my life after cheating on me with my 'so called' best friend last year.
At the grand ball they were pronounced Mr. Marshall Keating and Mrs. Olivia Loft, King and Queen.
She had left college all together after our break up which made it all the more difficult for me when she decided she was going to rear her head back into my world.
Needless to say I never spoke the Marshall again.

I had decided against the idea of throwing out my phone and instead silenced it and made my way to the cab office.

7 years later.

Things were going good, the band had been on the road for a while touring and generally doing what we did. We'd see new fans every show we played as well as the same loyal faces that stuck by us and in return we stuck by them.

Mikey, Frank, Ray and Bob had all been married and things were looking up for them.
I on the other hand was desperately lacking the certain someone.
I had come close previously, this one lady LynZ was her name.
She was gorgeous, talented, smart, kick ass in all ways you could imagine and we dated for a while but as the tours wrapped up we drifted apart.
All of a sudden the people you used to be so close to where almost strangers and finding time with one another became more and more difficult as everyone started to pursue different things in their lives.

As we left the last venue of the tour there was a certain sorrow amongst us all.

"This was the best tour we've done" my kid brother Mikey pronounced proudly.

I smiled at him raising my glass.

"To friends we've found, and to memories we've made" I toasted.

"Here, here" came the reply of all round us.

Later on back at Gerard and Mikey's parents house.

Gerard's P.O.V.

It was nice to see my family together, Mikey and Alicia (Mikey's wife), Mom and Dad.
We all fit so perfectly, my whole family were (to tell you the truth) abit nuts.
Although I was the eldest out of me and my brother I was the one still at home.
Mikey and Alicia had their own house on the other side of Jersey.
I couldn't imagine living anywhere else now.
Don't get me wrong, when I was younger I used to bitch and moan that I'd never get out of this place but now being older (and I'd hope wiser too) along with travelling on the road so much I looked forward to coming back to the place I really belong.
New Jersey was my sanctum… in the basement of my parent's house.

My parents came out and greeted us on the lawn, Mom had checked in with us every minute of the last hour.
She had something she wanted to tell us urgently.
I couldn't tell if she was excited or not but we were soon to find out.
There was another car in the drive, I thought it might be one my Dad was working on he'd always had his 'projects' that Mom liked to call 'death traps'.

Mom sighed and looked at the three of us. Alicia gave the folks a hearty incite to what we had been getting up to. Some of it Dad approved of more than Mom.

"So, what was so urgent you couldn't tell us on the phone Ma?" Mikey questioned.

"The timing is not at the best we could have hoped for…" she trailed off smiling at me.

I put my arm around her.

"What is it ma?"

She shook her head and tried to hold back tears. Mikey and I looked at each other he was now standing on the other side of Mom. I glanced at my father who had his hand across his face.

"What is it?" Alicia asked. It came out like a whisper.

My mother put her hand on mine.

"There is something we need to tell you…" she trailed off again trying to hold together her words…

"And someone we need you to meet."

Mikey, Alicia and I followed Mom into the house with our Dad trailing not too far behind us.
Sitting at the kitchen table was a lady in a grey pinstriped suit. Her hair was slicked back into a bun and her eyelashes were too long and caked in mascara to be real.
She stood up and held out a hand for me to shake.

"You must be Gerard" she smiled a full tooth smile.

"I am Agnes Barrows."

I nodded and shook her hand.

"Yes I am….pleased to meet you."

She smiled at me longer and then my mother spoke up.

"Perhaps we should all sit down?" she gestured awkwardly to the table.

Once we were all sat and settled, Agnes began speaking again.

"You are probably wondering why I'm here?" she quite cleverly observed and opened her briefcase, handing me a couple of photographs.

"Can you tell me who this person is" she quizzed.

I sighed, not seeing how I was any closer to finding out why she was here.
I glanced down at the photos.
They were pictures of Olivia. I turned my nose up at the sight of her and handed the prints back.

"It's my ex" I answered simply.

Agnes nodded and looked at my family before turning back to me.

"When was the last time you spoke to 'your ex'?"

I thought for a while….

"Six maybe, Seven years ago…is she ok?"

Why did I ask that? What the fuck? I couldn't care less about her!

"I'm afraid not Mr. Way" she paused and put all of her things back in her case.

"Mrs. Loft died a few weeks ago in a car accident, we have been trying to contact you for the time she's been deceased."

Wow I wasn't expecting that one. I looked at my hands that were laid across the table in front of me.
I didn't like the girl but I didn't wish her dead?

"Are you ok honey" Mom asked looking at me concerned from the far side of the table.

I nodded and gave her a small smile.

"I understand from what your mother has told me that you didn't get on too well after breaking up?"

I nodded again…

"Why have you been trying to find me?"

"Well…" she stopped….

"Honey, this is going to be a lot of information to take in and it's ok if you don't know what to do or what to say?" My mother comforted.

She was talking to me like I was four. I shook my head.

"Can somebody just please tell me WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

Mikey flinched, Alicia held her breath.

"Sorry" I apologised.

"But can you stop talking in code and just tell me?"