"Think you're getting away with that?" a pissy sounding Gerard whispered from behind me. I hadn't done anything wrong. I Just...well...did some frerard that we didn't plan. I don't know why I did it. I just did. I think it was the desperate lust for the being that was Gerard Way in my bed. Either way, I now had to play it cool.
"We didn't plan any frerard for tonight, asshole" he screeched.
"I know we didn't, dumbass. I'm not an idiot!" I boldly said back, puffing out my small chest. Gerard sighed, then took a step back.
"Then why'd you do it?" he asked in a more reasonable tone.
"I don't know."
"Frank, I've known you long enough to know that you're lying," he mumbled, huffing loudly. I shuffled my feet as my eyes dropped to the floor.
"The fans at the front were chanting for it," I snapped, not taking my gaze off of the off-white tile at my feet. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Frank, please? Just tell me the truth, I won't laugh or think any different of you," he pleaded, leading me into one of the empty dressing rooms. I shut the door behind us and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Gee...I...it's sort of awkward," I stutter. He shot me a glare. "Fine, Gee. I fucking love you. I can't control myself around you." His eyes widened slightly and his mouth was resembling the mouth of a goldfish.
"Frank! I had no idea!" he exclaimed, smiling. Was there something I didn't know or was he laughing at me? His smile faded and was replaced by an awkward silence that hung over the room for about 5 minutes.
"Frankie?" he questioned, snapping the silence in two.
"What?"
"Your eyes have a little bit of green in them."
"No shit."
"Yes shit. Your smile is lopsided too."
"Really?" I murmur sarcastically. He was taking the piss. I knew it. I turned to leave, meeting his eyes. He caught my arm.
"Frank, seriously. I like you." he said, sweeping a strand of jet black hair out of his face. I smiled at him. His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath on my cheek. "I want you."
I pushed him away.
"Why do you think this is funny. Stop taking the piss."
"Frank, I'm serious." He pulled me back towards him, brushing his lips across my jaw.
"No you're not."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You just...ugh...stop fucking with me!" I stammered, taking a step back. He stepped forward and picked me up and lifted me onto the table in the middle of the room.
"I'll prove it then." I felt his freezing hands slide underneath my shirt and his lips on mine. He sucked on my bottom lip as I knotted my hands in his hair.
"Okay, I believe you!" I stuttered, pulling away from him.
"Good, I gotta go now, I have to go sort some shit out. I'll see you later...sweetie." and as if he had been joking, but that kiss...I don't know...was Frerard about something more than exciting fangirls and annoying people?