A/N: I was still too invested in this story to let it go. So I thought up a new plot and got on it! This chapter is weak but it'll be traumatizing...ish.

For those who don't know, this is a sequel to my recently finished story, "We'd Be Together." And I needed more. So here's more.

The title is, once again, based on a My Chemical Romance lyric. It felt right. The chapter titles will, again, be lyrics. This song is called "Ambulance."

And if you save my life

I'll be the one who drives you home tonight

There wasn't a day that went by that Feliciano didn't miss his brother. He knew how to cope with loss, he had been doing it his whole life. While he knew it was stupid for someone as cursed as he was to grow attached to people, he couldn't help but pull in friends and love. It wasn't in his nature to be cold or push others away, even at a funeral. He hated how open he was to everyone, while he loved it. It was a double-edged sword he couldn't help but scratch himself with.

The summer was a painfully boring time, even with his classes. Ludwig wasn't there anymore and he likely wouldn't get to see him—the muscled teen had told him he had an interest in more extra-curricular activities for scholarships and, possibly, acceptance into another college. It stung to hear but he would have graduated college before Ludwig even enrolled full time… not that it didn't suck any less.

Through Ludwig he had learned that Henrique was questioning even coming back to college, talking of taking time off to figure out who he was now that he was dealing with the loss of his brother. The world wasn't real anymore and he needed to do something to feel closure.

The old Gothic house remained. The Carriedos all parted ways, ignoring the old building and only leaving it to preserve Antonio's memory. Every once in a while Feliciano would join Francis and Gilbert and go back to drink a little too much and talk about their losses. It was depressing but therapeutic.

Every meeting they had was unique. The first time they cried and supported one another and Feliciano gave them his advice for how he dealt with death. The next time Francis smuggled in some wine and assorted hotel-sized bottles of alcohol to get buzzed on. Then Gilbert brought back Antonio's broken phone and showed everyone how to remove the battery with a small screw-driver and paperclip.

It scared the living hell out of them when the screen lit up for half a second after the battery had been removed.

They passed it off as some kind of internal battery or static, but Gilbert wasn't so easily fooled. He had taken apart plenty of electronics to kill time and earn money from fixing classmates' dropped iPods. He knew this wasn't shit to fuck with. He had a feeling a certain dead smartass was up to something.

The afterlife was a pleasant change of pace. Every day was spring and every night was clear and starry. It was miraculous how much Lovino and Antonio had to learn about each other without running out of topics. One day they spent the entire afternoon speaking of their mutual love for tomatoes, which led to an entire night of Lovino admitting he loved to garden but never had a chance to do it after his mother died and he had to help take care of his brother and go to college.

Antonio was just as thrilled to meet Lovino's family. His parents were delightful, though it was obvious he took after his mother. She was beautiful, dark-haired, and easy to anger. His father was more laidback, much like his grandfather.

And boy, was his grandfather a character.

Grandpa Roma, as he asked to be called, was ecstatic to meet Antonio. He went on a tangent about how wonderful he thought the teen was and how much he meant to the family for bringing Lovino back. Lovino, of course, sputtered and turned red and screamed at his family to stop embarrassing him. It was hard to act like he didn't care with stupid damn Antonio cooing how cute he looked with the blush.

"You jerk bastard!"

Roma looked up from his knitting and his eyes twinkled. "My sweet grandson!"

"Cut the shit," Lovino hissed. "What are you trying to pull here? I don't need that idiot Antonio seeing me like that!"

"Being cute like your brother?"

Lovino sighed and turned his head. "Just stop it. I'm still getting used to it here." He turned and left the small house his grandfather 'lived' in. He had no idea how the houses got there or what the afterlife even was, physical or a state of mind, but he didn't mind it. The small house was a weird mix of elderly old man and bachelor-type objects. In the basket of assorted yarns were scattered condoms and in the refrigerator was lime Jell-O and a hot dog.

It was embarrassing enough that he lived in his own tiny home with the giddy, newly-dead idiot. Stupid Antonio keeps moving in with him! Why does he always fucking do that?

Lovino pushed aside his new feeling of being inadequate to his living brother and tried to cool his cheeks on his way to his home—his home! Antonio is just a tenant again! An unwanted menace! One really good at blow j—

You stop that right now, brain! I fucking swear!

A butterfly danced past his head and he shook his thoughts away, stepping extra hard into the grass. It felt more than amazing to be heavy and tied to the ground. It felt like flying. He heard bells in the distance and he reached his hand up to his hair. It was going to take a while to get used to feeling again.

Gilbert struck a pose and dramatically shook his (short) bangs from his face. "And now, I present, the new and improved… Window to the past!"

"Gil, that is messed up," Francis sighed. Gilbert frowned but continued to hold up the once-broken cell phone for all to view. Francis shook his head.

The albino stuck his tongue out and unlocked the phone. "Look, I fixed it! See? We can still go and look at… Toni's pictures…" The mood dropped dramatically.

"It looks nice," Francis said quietly.

They were at the Gothic house again, waiting for Feliciano to arrive. The Italian had warned them of being late, having to stay back for a while to speak to an advisor or retake a test or something they didn't care about. They sat, drinking a few wine coolers Francis snuck and waiting on the vodka Gilbert paid an older friend to buy. It felt weird to be in Antonio's old room. The alcohol only made it warm and sad.

They heard a ring and reached clumsily in their pockets for their cell phones, shocked when neither was lit up and buzzing. Instead they heard a familiar tone they hadn't heard in months. A specific ring tone they always nagged Antonio to change.

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

There was no caller ID, no 'restricted number' warning, no names, no pictures. The phone was ringing, singing, vibrating, and it was scaring them regardless of their knowledge that ghosts existed. But Lovino had passed on and Antonio was gone as well, they would know if their own best friend was a ghost! He would be stuck in the gym, too! He died at graduation!

…Or what if Antonio was haunting the house? What if Lovino was back?

"Why is it r-ringing?"

"I don't know, Franny," Gilbert choked out.

The song stopped and the phone went back to its silent state as before. But when it rang again, and again, they couldn't deny something was happening and they had no other option but to pick up and end this godforsaken mystery.

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom bass—

"Hello?" Gilbert held the phone in shaking hands, clicking the speakerphone to play. "Hello?"

"Gi-bert?" The sound came out static and distorted. It was like going through a tunnel inside a fucking microwave. "…y… how… I…"

The phone slipped from his hand, smacking the floor. The light went out and all was silent.

"Was that Toni?"

There was a silence in the Vargas-Carriedo house. Antonio called into the landline more and put the receiver down with disappointment. He frowned while Lovino stared at the phone, eyes wide. He knew it was a stupid idea to mess with the phone.

Let's call my number, he said! Let's see who in the afterlife has the same number as me, he said! It'll be fun, he said!

"It sounded like Gilbert," Antonio uttered.

"Are you fucking serious? These things can call the goddamn living? What the fuck is the point to being dead when this shit keeps happening?!" The shorter man seethed, caught between terrified and enraged. He keeps getting suckered back into this absolute bullshit.

Antonio shrugged and went back to his happy demeanor. "It's fun! We don't have to be away from our friends!"

"My friends are dead. You met them. Toris said he liked your shoes. Your fucking friends need to let go and let us be!"

"Is someone jealous?" The Spaniard turned to Lovino and placed a hand on his waist. He stood closer to the Italian and used his other hand to stroke his cheek.

Lovino wasn't used to physical contact anymore and any touch from Antonio was suffocating. He was doused in heat and avoided his boyfriend's gaze. "That's not it, you stupid—"

He was cut off with a kiss. Then some groping. Then heavy-petting. The rage and insults would have to wait until later because right now he was a little busy being led to the bedroom.

Wait, was it okay to be having gay sex in the afterlife? Is sinning okay now? Lovino let the worries slip away and slipped into Antonio's touch again, bells ringing in the background. He made a mental note to explore the architecture with Antonio on a later date. There had to be something Italian laying around.

It was harder than expected to convince Feliciano of what happened. The man seemed tired from his tests or meetings or whatever and only showed up to not disappoint his friends. They tried to show him the call history but nothing appeared. The empty bottles didn't help their case.

Feliciano left soon after he arrived, just wanting to get to his room and relax in bed. He went to his small shrine for Lovino, a few pictures set up on his night stand and a candle with incense. He said a quick prayer and lit the candle before turning back to his bed to try to sleep and mentally prepare himself for another day alone.

It went unnoticed that Lovino was vibrant in every picture, especially the few scattered on the floor in the gown Antonio died in. Feliciano would clean those up later and make the profound discovery soon enough. He fell asleep to the sound of sirens outside his window.

A/N: Hopefully this one is as okay as the last one.

Ring tone is a blatant reference to Antonio being a Nicki Minaj fan. I will never let this one go. He will forever love Nicki. "Super Bass" in case it wasn't obvious.