Gerard paced back and forth in the tour bus, his hand shaking slightly. There was less than an hour until they were supposed to be on stage, yet he was in sweats and a tee-shirt, hair messy, teeth not brushed, with mascara and eyeliner all over his face. Yes, Gerard got the bright idea to put on his makeup three hours in advance, even though he knew very well that he was probably going to cry before the performance.

He sighed a little, putting his face in his hands. He let out a few small whimpers, but quickly went silent when he heard a knock on the tour bus door. Running a hand through his hair, Gerard let out a quiet "come in," his voice cracking slightly.

The door opened, and Frank walked in, making his way over to Gerard. "Gerard, are you even ready?" he asked, a slightly concerned look on his face.

"N-Not quite..." Gerard mumbled, trying not to let his eyes meet Frank's.

"What's all this makeup?" Frank asked, placing his hands on Gerard's cheeks and trying wipe it off with his thumbs. Frank looked into Gerard's glassy eyes, and, just for a moment, their eyes met. "Gee... have you been crying?" Frank asked after a few seconds.

"I'm fine, Frank, really," Gerard replied, his voice shaky. "I just, um, felt a strike of unease for, um, a little while."

"Are you sure, Gee? You've seemed really upset for the last few days." Frank raised his eyebrows slightly, his hands still on Gerard's cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Gerard put his hands on top of Franks and slowly moved his hands away from his own face, a crooked smile appearing on his face.

Frank smiled back, not letting Gerard's hand's move away from his. Eventually, the bus door swung open, and Frank let go of his hands, blushing slightly.

"Gerard? Are you in here?" the band manager walked in, his eyes finally landing on the two people staring at the ground awkwardly, their faces flushed.

"Uh, yeah," Gerard said.

"Frank, thank you for being ready, unlike Gerard is." the manager smiled, but then frowned. "Gerard, why aren't you ready!? You better be ready in fifteen minutes or else you are going on stage half dressed! Let's go, let's go!" the manager stormed off, leaving Frank and Gerard alone again.

"Sorry for distracting you," Frank said.

"No, you're fine," Gerard replied. "It's actually a good thing you came in, or else I would probably have been too dazed to get ready quickly." he chuckled a little, glancing at the ground, his head hurting a little.

"Are you really sure you're okay?" Frank asked, a sympathetic smile on his face. Gerard nodded, smiling back. "Okay, if you're sure. Now, go wash off that makeup." Frank patted Gerard's back and walked out of the bus.

After a few seconds, Gerard walked into the small tour bus bathroom and washed off his face. Once he finished, he felt the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach again. It was the same feeling he'd been having for about two weeks, but ever since he woke up the morning before, it had been really bad. So bad that he would get constant headaches and end up sobbing into his pillow, hoping no one would notice. At first Gerard almost thought he was sick, his headaches always seeming to get worse throughout the day and the fact he would that suddenly feel like he was going to throw up, but it seemed different in a weird way. The feeling in the pit of his stomach would always get so much worse whenever Frank was around, and it was just so hard for him to not burst into tears at the sight of his friend's face.

Sure, Frank and Gerard had a connection, everyone knew that. However, most people thought they were faking their kisses and hugs, or that they would only be together in another world. For Gerard it was different. At first is was faking, for the fans sake, and just for fun, but Gerard always felt lucky to have Frank in his band, and he always felt lucky that he and Frank were the two people in the band that everyone seemed to think would make the cutest couple. What the fans didn't know was that there were many times the two would do slightly romantic things, even when no one was there. Gerard didn't know how he felt about Frank, whether he liked him or they were just really good friends, and Gerard didn't know how Frank felt about him. Even so, they continued with their gestures, not really stopping to think if they were friendly or romantic.

Gerard didn't know what he would do without Frank, without their 'relationship', and Gerard almost thought that the cause of the feeling in the pit of his stomach was caused by a weird thought he'd had about a month before. A thought about Frank not existing. A thought about Frank being a different person, a million miles away from Gerard and the band, probably to never see him ever in his life. Thinking about this once more almost made Gerard want to throw up, but he took a deep breath and stood up, shoving the thought out of his head.

He quickly got dressed for the concert and brushed his teeth. He sort of fixed up his hair, but it still looked messy, which didn't bother him. Walking quickly out of the bus, he almost ran into Ray.

"Oh, sorry, dude!" Ray said, smiling a little. "I was just coming to find you. We're on stage in five, so c'mon!"

Gerard smiled back, hoping that when he redid his makeup that it hid the fact that he'd been crying. "Sorry I took so long, I was moving pretty slow." he said as they started to walk back.

"Hey, it doesn't matter to me, as long as you're on stage when you're supposed to be. It's the manager you're gonna have to apologize to." Ray said, smiling awkwardly. "He seemed pretty angry when you weren't with the rest of us, so he sent me to find you."

Gerard nodded, his mind starting to wonder. His pain in his head was getting worse, and he felt like he was going to throw up at any moment. Keep it together, Gerard. You just have to last until the concert ends. It's not that long. He thought, taking deep breaths and trying to convince himself that he could make it through.

"You okay?" Ray asked as they walked into the building.

"Yeah, just a little nervous." Gerard replied. He didn't really get very nervous before their concerts anymore, but he hoped Ray would buy it.

They quickly walked over to the rest of the band members and the angry manager. "Where have you been Gerard!? Never mind that, just get on stage already!" he said angrily.

Everyone started to walk to the stage, Gerard moving much slower, taking deep breaths and trying not to think about the pain searing through his head. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around to see Frank smiling up at him.

"I love you, Gee." Frank said, before kissing Gerard on the lips. Frank pulled back after a few seconds, smiling at Gerard's surprised expression and running off to the stage.

Gerard took another deep breath, a grin forming on his face. The pain in his head remained, but he no longer felt as if he was going to throw up. He kept smiling as he walked on to the stage as well. I love you too, Frankie...

Gerard smiled as he sang, though the pain in his head seemed to be getting worse and worse. The crowd was loving them, and it made Gerard feel a lot better, even if he was still in pain.

He continued to sing, the crowd still going crazy. Gerard turned around to see that Frank was really close to him, a lot closer than he expected. He just smiled and kept singing though, until all of the sudden, Frank stopped playing. Gerard still continued to sing, but his face went from a smile to a confused look. He looked around at Ray and Mikey, who also looked confused, but kept on playing. Out of nowhere, Frank chucked his guitar at the ground and threw his arms around Gerard's neck, kissing him on the lips again. Gerard's eyes went wide and he dropped his microphone, the crowd going wild.

"What the f*ck?" Gerard heard Mikey say.

Gerard closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Frank and hesitantly kissed him back, but only until Frank pulled back, gasping for air.

"I-I love you Gerard Way!" he yelled out, his voice shaking like crazy and making the crowd scream.

It all happened so fast. Gerard felt the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach come back, surprising him so much that he let go of Frank. Frank stumbled backwards a bit, and then fell backwards off the stage. Screaming fans surrounded him, only to be pushed back by guards, quickly surrounding Frank.

Gerard stood, eyes wide, for a few seconds, before pain seared through his head, making him cry out in pain, and almost throw up. "F-Frank!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face as he jumped off the stage shaking from fear and pain.

"Gerard, please, let us handle this," one of the guards said calmly, but Gerard didn't listen.

"Frank..." Gerard fell to the ground next to Frank, wrapping his arms around his limp body. For a second, Gerard almost thought he was dead, but he realized he wasn't, just passed out, and he sighed of relief.

"Gerard, I'm serious!" Gerard could barely hear one of the guards say above the screaming crowd.

Gerard stayed put though, the world around him blurry and faded. Suddenly, a booming voice started speaking through the loudspeaker.

"There has been some troubles with the band, and we are very sorry to inform you that My Chemical Romance will not be continuing the concert. Please make your way to the nearest exit immediately and stay away from the stage. Thank you, and, once again, we are very sorry."

People started to freak out, screaming, crying, and trying to find out what was going on. Gerard could just barely hear some people talking near him.

"What happened?"

"Is Frank dead?!"

"I bet he was drunk."

"Wait, so are they dating now?"

"I think Gerard is going crazy..."

The guards shoved the fans away, repeating the same sentence of "please exit the building" several times before Gerard realized it was a whole lot quieter.

"Gerard! Are you okay?!" Gerard could see Mikey running towards him and Frank, Ray on his tail. When Gerard didn't reply, Mikey dropped to his knees and waved his hand in front of Gerard's face. "Gee? Gee?!"

"Calm down, Mikes, he's gonna be fine." Ray reassured, putting a hand on Mikey's shoulder.

"We don't know that!" Mikey screamed, as a guard said something Gerard couldn't hear.

The guards made Mikey and Ray back away as Gerard could see some people coming towards them, and he tightened his grip around Franks waist as everything around him went black.

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