"Gerard," Frank whispered from the other side of the curtain that covered my bunk. I slid my arm out to open it enough just to see his face.
"Yeah," I answered.
"We need to talk." Frank said. I gulped before allowing him to climb up to my bunk. He sat cross-legged in front of me, staring me in the eye. It was strange-usually he's a hyper, happy man-child always asking for pop tarts. Now, he's just so serious for some reason.
"What's up?" I asked; a little worried.
"Gerard, what are we going to do?" He asked, referring to what happened the previous night. I frowned, biting my lip.
"I don't know." I said nervously. Frank sighed.
"I don't want to lie to Mikey and the guys." He said. I nodded.
"I understand… But what if we tell them and they hate us forever?" I said, imagining a horrible life of our best friends and family hating us for one small mistake.
"Well, did you enjoy it?" Frank practically whispered. I grinned at him, nodding. Frank giggled and kissed my cheek shyly. I smiled.
"Well, I did too." I admitted. Frank smiled widely.
"Are we going to tell the guys?" He asked. I nodded.
"They deserve to know. We're going on tour starting today, so we may as well not start off with secrets." I replied. Frank smiled.
"Especially ones that will get us a few knocks on the head for not telling them sooner," Frank added. I nodded. "We're going to tell them together?" Frank asked, pointing his pinkie finger at me. I chuckled and locked pinkies with him. Frank smiled and leaned in closer, kissing my lips briefly before hopping down from the bunk.
"You guys," Frank said, walking in front of me into the living room. Once he received everyone's full attention, I stood beside him.
Before I started talking, I smiled at the sight in front of me. Bob was staring at us from the counter, Ray lying on the couch holding a magazine, and Mikey looking at us over a X-Box 360 manual.
"We have something to tell you guys." I felt Frank's hand brush against mine. I smiled and intertwined our fingers. Everyone stared at us expectantly.
"We..." Frank began. I squeezed Frank's hand, praying some courage will arise in myself from it. Frank squeezed back reassuringly. I smiled, breathing in steadily.
"We finished all the twizzlers!" I screamed, before running from the guys. Frank shut the dividing door and locked it. Banging and screaming came from the other side. I sighed, and brought Frank down with me, sitting on the ground, my arms around his waist. I smiled at him. He giggled up at me, tickling my cheek as he brushed some stray hair behind my ear.
"You think we'll ever live that down?" He asked. I shrugged.
"I don't know. It's a really life altering thing we did-especially for the band." I said, matter-of-factly. Frank nodded, agreeing to every word. I smiled and leaned in close to him, kissing his soft, warm, beautiful lips.