First try, please comment, constructive criticism may be helpful, oh, and this is a Frerard. Don't like? Then fuck off and read something else instead of wasting your time writing a comment saying "Oh, you're so wrong and sick" and shit like that, because, to explain it quite frankly, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU FUCKTARDS THINK.

Yes, it may be wrong, but it's sexy and turns people on *Or just me, that might make me overly wrong and sick, but oh well*

If you do like, cool. Lol, now, off with the speech and on with the story!!!

FRANKS P.O.V

I looked at the godly figure strutting on stage, although the lights being down, I could see his hazel eyes perfectly, the way his silky back hair flopped over his eyes. My stomach fluttered as I kept playing along, my fingers feeling like lead, although this usually happened in a gig. I flung my head back and looked at the lighting above us, then looked around the stage. Mikey was staying still, probably scared he'll trip or something. I chuckled to myself and then looked at Ray, and his amazing hair. I just stared at it, wondering how a mans hair could have that much volume, is was kinda frightening actually. I then looked at Bob, who looked like… well… Bob.

As I shook the weird thoughts out of my head, I caught a glimpse of Gerard strutting around, then quickly looked at my guitar strings again as he caught my glaze. I sighed to myself. He doesn't like you like that, he's just your friend, your band member. NOTHING ELSE!. I sort of felt disappointed, but it was the truth, so it didn't matter what feelings came with it. The song we where playing, Mama, a sick song but I liked it, had finished, now the song "Welcome To The Black Parade". For today it was Bye From The Black Parade because it was our last song, so I just got on with it.

As the song came to a halt, the end, Gerard started to say some speech about the crowd being awesome. I just stood with my hands behind my back, flexing and un flexing the muscles in my fingers, then the next thing I knew Gerard was kissing me. We usually done this Frerard thing, crowds loved it and it wore off the homophobes, but this was different, there was a hint of passion. Imagination I thought again, but held my breath, holding in the moan of pleasure, then Gerard pulled my face away from his and grinned at the colour of my face. I didn't need to look in a mirror to know that I looked like I ate a chilli, because I felt like I had eaten a chilli.

"Thank You all for being a wonderful crowd, and goodnight!" Gerard's angelic voice shouted into the microphone, then bowed and walked of stage, me, Mikey, Ray and Bob following his actions after him, no where near as graceful. When we got into the back, Ray lifted his arms up, holding his palms out to slap the others palms, but deliberately held his arm up higher and expected me to reach, which I couldn't, so I just rolled my eyes and high fives his chest instead. And the tall fucking monster didn't budge. It's fine that he's tall, it just pisses me off that I'm unusually short.

As I lay sprawled on the sofa, I closed my eyes, and I must've fallen asleep because about 3 hours later I was awaked by a scent of coffee as someone leaned down and whispered in my ear "Time to go Sleeping Beauty". I jumped off the sofa and fell to the floor. "SHIT!" I muttered angrily, then pushed myself up, half pulling myself up on the sofa seat. I sighed and Gerard helped me walk towards the bus, then as we got in he rested me on my bed. All I remember after that is his gaze drifting to his coffee cup as I closed my eyes.

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