Here is the next chapter!

Diclaimer: I do not own Coca-Cola, or MCR, or the Mafia! Okay?

Seriously guys? I only have 6 freaking reviews and I'm on chapter three? Sing It Out had at least eight by now! Come on Killjoys! You're gonna have to do better than that if you want another chapter.

(And whoever can tell me what movie I got the chapter title from wins a cyber-hug! And maybe a oneshot, if I'm in the mood.)

The silence was eerie, almost haunting. He hated it. He couldn't stand it. Then fate smiled upon him.

From somewhere in the corner, a light exploded forth from his phone screen. He scrambled over the unmade bed, extending his arm as far as it would go before snatching the phone back to his body. He didn't recognize the flashing green numbers, but answered anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" came a high feminine voice. He jolted, who was calling him?

"May I ask who's calling please?" he asked, embarrassed.

"How about I ask who I'm calling. You never gave me your name," the girl, whoever she was, giggled on the other end of the line. He remember slipping his phone number into the bag of money, maybe it was one of the Mafia girls. He hoped so.

"Oh yeah, my name is Matt," he said, smiling widely. "What's yours?"

"My name is top secret, but I usually go by Truth," he could hear the humor in her voice. "Doesn't fit my line of work, huh?"

"Are you the girl from the Mafia the other day?" he asked, face palming afterwards. He didn't want to sound so stupid, she was a sophisticated mobster!

"Who else were you expecting to call? Do you have a lot of lady friends?" she asked, her voice almost sounded angry. Possibly suspicious. He shook his head 'no', before realizing she couldn't hear a motion and speaking.

"Oh no! I live on my own, no lady friends at all," he rushed. She laughed brightly.

"So eager to please," she smiled. "I'll be at your place in half an hour."

"How do you know where I-" but the call was ended abruptly. I threw on my jacket, brushing my hair and teeth in a flurry. I pulled on a pair of worn black converse.

Just as I was finished, there was a long and irritated honk from a car downstairs.

REVENGE'S POV

As we drove down the highway in the bulletproof car, I wondered why I was sent on so pointless a mission. Frank's father provided transportation and money, which proved that he had some sort of background funding, because he'd given all his Mafia-earned-money to the government when he requested help. Plus this kid, Frank Iero, already knew what he was doing. Although kid wasn't really the right word for him. He was a little taller than me and roughly my age.

And I'll admit, he was a looker. He was also a snuggler, and ended up cuddling into my side during the night. No matter how many times I pushed him away or stuffed the lumpy pillows between us, he would find away to burrow around my blockades and reach my side. I almost found it endearing. Before I remembered that he was just another mission, and I resigned to ignoring the fuzzy feeling in my abdomen.

"So where are we going?" I asked, pausing my reminiscing to lean back in my seat and unwrap a Blowpop.

"I don't really know. I have some friends in New York I could go visit," he shrugged. I nodded, better than my plan: Smuggle you out of the US on the next flight to Germany.

"Who're your friends?"

"Ray Toro and Bob Bryar, they've been close friends of mine ever since Ray and I met during an Art School meeting. He's one hell of a guitarist," Frank said, smiling fondly at the memory. "You'd love to meet him."

"Yes I'm sure I would," I agreed. "Your collection of friends sounds interesting."

"They were, but no one was a better friend than Gerard. I'm sure that if he knew my real identity, he wouldn't have accepted his mission," Frank sighed. He was so innocent and childlike in many respects. Including his knowledge of the Mafia, which was limited by the way he spoke.

"What do you mean, your real identity?" I inquired.

"I didn't introduce myself as Frank Iero because of safety concerns. My name, back in college, was Anthony Hero. No, not much of a difference with Anthony being my middle name and all, but it was definitely there. I'm sure it did some good," Frank shrugged again, this time looking a little worn down. We had been driving for almost five hours straight. If he wasn't nearly-insane, I was.

"Pull over," I ordered. Without a second thought, he pulled into a small parking lot off the highway. It was almost strange how perfectly I timed that rest so that we ended up in the same parking lot as the assassin. He was sitting on the hood of his car, sketch book in hand, an empty Coca-Cola bottle at his feet. A cigarette, unlit, sat between his lips and he gnawed on the end of it mercilessly. I didn't even take time to register anything else before turning to Frank, "Get back on the road!"

"No wait, I don't think he'll recognize me," Frank laughed. In this situation, the last thing he should be doing was laughing. Gerard's eyebrows wrinkled before his hand delved inside his jean-jacket's pocket. I ducked, pulling Frank down with me. He giggled, "It's bulletproof glass."

"That doesn't make it 100% secure," I frowned at him, Frank merely rolled his eyes in annoyance. After about a minute of nothing happening, I snuck a glance out the window. Gerard was…texting? He had only pulled out a cell phone, not a gun. I sighed in relief and my companion burst into tumultuous laughter.

"You were…afraid of…a cell phone!" he gasped between his giggles, snorts, and all out belly-laughs. Gerard was now looking in our direction with an expression that read, they are crazy. He walked to the driver's side of the car and ducked inside. When he returned to sit on the hood again, he had a fresh bottle of Coke and his sketch book was absent. He looked at our car again, and his eyes widened. Slowly, Gerard made his way over.

"Hello?" I asked, rolling down the window. Frank quickly threw his arm over my shoulder to make the situation look a little less suspicious.

"Is that Anthony Hero?" Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow at Frank.

"Gerard?" Frank sounded surprised. He was, for a man under pressure, an extremely good actor. It seemed as if he had never known of his once-friend's presence.

"Yeah, how's it been man?" Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow and looking me over. I glared at him. "It's been what, five years?"

"Yeah, almost. I'm doing fine. I'm actually on my way to visit Ray and Bob! How about you?" Frank asked.

"I'm actually on my way to New York on a business trip," Gerard admitted, shrugging. Even I knew this was a complete and utter lie. He was on his way to find Frank Iero and kill him. What was hilarious was that no one had told him who Frank Iero really was, or for that matter, what he looked like.

GERARD'S POV

"Why don't we ride together?" I asked. Anthony shrugged. The girl under his arm seemed to tense up and shot him a poisonous glare. His eyes met hers, seeming to say 'thank you for the venom'.

"Good idea," Anthony smiled. "I would suggest taking my car though."

"Why?" I asked, glancing back towards my junky rental car. "Oh yeah. I can definitely see why." Anthony laughed, hugging the girl to his chest. She struggled out from under his grip. "So what's your name, precious?"

"I'm Rev," she snapped, crossing her arms in front of her Misfits T-shirt. Her glossy hair fell in a curtain and covered her brown eyes.

"It's very nice to meet you Miss Rev," I said, bowing for effect. She just rolled her eyes and snarled.

"Get in the back of the car, but don't touch anything."

"Okay! Lemme go grab my crud, if you don't mind," I suddenly realized how presumptive I'd been. Anthony smiled good-naturedly and nodded.

"Go for it dude," he chuckled. I ran over to my crappy rental car and grabbed my duffel and art kit out of the back. I threw it into the backseat of Anthony's car and jumped in next to it. "This is my girlfriend, Revenge."

"That is the most amazingly cool name I've ever heard," I said, beaming at her. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she denied it. I felt kind of saddened. Why didn't she like me? We'd only just met.

"So what're you up to?" Anthony asked.

"I thought we'd just been over this," I said, trying to avoid answering a second time. It was hard enough lying to your close friend once, especially since I hadn't seen him in so long. Since graduation.

"Oh yeah, sorry," he said, shaking his head. His hair had gotten a little longer, falling almost to his shoulders. The girl next to him, Revenge, had blue hair that fell to her shoulders. I decided then-and-there that I should dye my hair and obnoxious color at some point in my life.

ADDISON'S POV

Matt ran down the stairs two at a time, slamming the apartment door closed behind him, and getting into the passenger's seat. Alice was gone out of town for the rest of the day and I was bored out of my mind. "What do you want to do?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know. What was your plan?"

"Call you and tell you I was coming," I said, "That's about as far as I got."

"Well, now what?" he chuckled, reclining into the soft leather seat. I turned on some Iron Maiden and shot off down the road.

"I have an idea," I smirked. Matt wriggled in his seat, clearly uncomfortable in my presence. I didn't know whether to laugh or smack him. "Seriously, I'm not going to eat you!"

"I know, but you're in the Mafia!" he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, and you screwed around with the Mafia. I'm just the delivery girl, hun. I don't run any operations," I explained. He seemed to calm down a bit, humming along with a few of the familiar songs. I smiled and pulled into a parking lot. Matt got out of the car and came to open my door, ever the gentleman. I allowed him to help me out, before I led him to the door of a very colorful bowling alley.

"You ready to get powned by a girl?" I asked, placing on hand on my hip and cocking it to the side. He shook his head, blond bangs falling in his eyes.

"No way, babe!" he shouted. We darted inside, laughing. I hadn't felt this good in a long time.

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