They stared at each other intently over their mugs of steaming deliciousness. Otherwise known as coffee. They had a checkered battlefield in front of them. They were on the tour bus on their way to good ol' Jersey. Both Ray and Mikey were also watching. Twenties slid between the both of them as the compitetion heated up. There was thick tension in the air, but it wasn't completely devoted to the game. There was major sexual tension between the two combatons.

"Your move, Gee." Frank taunted. Gerard ignored a peicular shiver that went through him when Frank said his name. Gearard looked down at the chessboard. Their newest album was playing in the background. Gerard had it in the bag.

"Check, and checkmate." Gerard knocked over Frank's King. It fell into his lap. Gerard's eyes watched it fall the whole way down. He couldn't pull his gaze away.

"RAAAWWWWRRRR! GERARD WAY HAS DONE IT AGAIN FOLKS! The crowd goes wild!" Mikey and Ray tackled Gerard to the ground and started wrestling. Frank ended up on the ground from laughing his ass off. Gerard couldn't help himself. He roared a battle call and pounced on Frank. They rolled around as Ray and Mikey again cheered for the other. Unfortunately hands kept hitting all the wrong places.

Gerard kept aiming for below the belt blows and Frank would try to go for his face. "Better watch your pretty boy face, Gerard." Frank laughed. Gee smirked. So he thought his face was pretty? The guilty pleasures in slips of the tongue. Gerard laughed and grabbed Frank's neck as a lover would. Gently and with compassion. Frank's eyes widened in shock. But momentum took over and they fell on top of each other.

"Get off, Fag!" Frank snapped. The air dropped about twenty billion degrees. Frank had never been so...cross. (except that one time when the MTV tech broke his guitar). Everyone was frozen in shock. "I said off, batty boy." Frank roughly shoved Gerard off. He sprawled into table and knocked over the coffee and chess board. Hot coffee spilled all over Gerard. Tears sprung into Gerard's eyes from humiliation and surprisingly heart break.

"Dude. Low bow." Ray growled. He was intimidating with his large appearance and his fierce 'fro. He stood up on the moving bus and walked over to Gerard. "You ok man?" Ray asked. Gerard just stared back with hallow hazel eyes. The usual sparkle in his eyes were dull.

"What's wrong with you, Frank? It was just messing around." Mikey said coldly.

"He freaking grabbed me!" Frank snapped again. Gerard turned a hard sharp glare on him.

"Don't make me." Gerard was practically bristling.

"Make you do what?" Frank taunted sickly once again.

"Beat the crap out of you." Gerard got up close. Frank turned away.

"You're sick." Frank muttered. Gerard lashed out and slapped the digust off his face. He slapped him again and again.

"Anything else?" Gerard shouted. "i'm all ears. I've been dealing with this crap for years. I went to high school." Ray and Mikey were defending a burned (lieterally) Gerard.

"I quit. I can't be around any of you." Frank spat. Gerard nodded.

"Stop the bus!" He shouted. They bus pulled of the highway and stopped at a rest stop. That trip was ridden in an oppresive silence. "Get off, now." Gerard looked ready to kick his ass from here to Toronto. Now it was Frank's turn to be shocked.

"Wha-?" he began.

"You said you couldn't be around us. So leave." Ray shrugged. He saw the logic.

"Fine" Frank got up and walked out. The driver tried to start the bus again. It stalled. He tried another time. No response. A third time, the engien went up in smoke. Gerard put his head in hands. "This is unbelieveable." He scoffed. He could see Frank laughing at them from outside the window.

"Fucker" Mikey shouted. He banged on the window at Frank. Frank flipped the off and walked into the building.

"Coffee run." Gerard offered, yet left without taking anyone else's order. He doesn't do the whole ordering about thing. He had a score to settle. Check.