A/N this will be another Frank Iero sized chapter.

"Hey, Gee," Frank smirked, like it was nothing to me that he was alive and on my bed.
"Frank," I whispered, then ran to the bed to hug him. I reached out to him, to grab his hand, but when I touched him, my hand swept through his, leaving me confused, heartbroken, and slightly chilled.
"You-You're not really here, are you?" I stuttered, my voice threatening to crack at any second.
"Frank, don't tease him," a voice from across the room scolded. I turned my head. "Hey, Gee," he turned his attention to me.
"Mikes, how are you here?" I stepped closer. "How are... I-" I couldn't speak.
Gerard, you're delusional. They're not actually here. Ghosts don't exist.
"No, actually," Mikey chimes in to my thoughts. "We're here in spirit, not in person."
"But we're here!" Frank adds.
I perk up, remembering something. "Frankie," I say, stepping closer to the bed.
"Yeah Gee?"
"I love you too."