Chapter 35: New Things

Frankie's POV:

I sit alone in a spare room at a table, I am smoking a cigarette as I write a new song. Without Gerard too love I have plenty of time to write and think and now I have no reason to quit smoking. I look up when I hear someone clear the throat. Taylor Swift stands in front of me with her arms crossed. I take a puff and blow out the smoke, "Hi."

"Hey," She says sitting across from me at the table.

"How is it going?" I ask with a sigh as I drop my pen.

She shrugs, "Okay I guess."

"What's the matter?" I ask taking another hit on the cigarette.

"My two best friends are fighting." She says bluntly, "According to Nova, Gee had a nightmare and woke up looking for you. You have started smoking again. Mikey is worried sick and Ray is trying to help him however he can. Meanwhile I'm going insane trying to finish my newest album that I only have three complete songs for!"

"Okay you need to focus on that and not on this shit. Gerard can care for himself. I am fine smoking, I never really stopped before this. Ray and Mike will be fine on there own. You need to focus on your career, and your love life." I grab the pen again and start writing.

She glares at me, "Kind of hard to do when the band you look up to is ripping apart at its seams."

"We aren't doing that, we will be fine." I shrug. "So what do the other songs you wrote sound like?"

"One a breakup and the other two are love songs."

I take another hit, "Where did you get the break up from? You and Dylan okay?"

"Yeah. It was from before I met him. My ex."

I nod and finish off the cig, "Okay good."

She sighs, "Frank, if Gee were to apologize would you listen?"

I set my pen back down and start patting my pocket before pulling out a cig and putting it in my mouth, "No."

She reaches over and snatches the cigarette from my mouth, "One a day Frank. Let's NOT turn into a chain smoker."

"I need more than one a day!" I snatch it back.

"You need Gee! When you were with him you didn't smoke NEAR this much!" She shouts back.

"Yeah because I was trying to stop so the fucking adoption would go through after this tour!" I shout standing up and throwing my pen. "This is the only thing keeping me alive right now.."

"Frank. Calm down!" She looks up at me, "please." With that I fall back into my seat and start emptying my pockets of all the blades and cigs. She sighs and takes them all to the garbage. "No more of this Frankie."

I sigh and shake my head, "It's too late."

"Razors Frank? Are you THAT depressed?" She questions.

"Yes," I admit with a groan as I lay my head on the table. "I really rather die.. than be stuck here.."

"Frankie. I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried." I give another sigh as I move and look at the paper in front of me. "Did you atleast clean the cuts Frank?"

I shake my head no and she sighs, "Come on. Let's get you patched up. Need to look your best for the fans."

"I am fine, they can't see the cuts. Hell they don't know that Gerard and I.."

She stops me before I say anything else, "Don't say it. I know you may not want to, but Gee want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to him... he has hurt me so much already.. If it wasn't for this tour with these people.. I would be on the news..."

"Frank, he just wants to apologize. He knows he hurt you, he wants to make it right."

"I don't want to hear his shit Taylor.. He literally said that this band, which saved my life, and me were the worst thing to happen to him... there is no going back from this.."

"He. Didn't. Mean. It. How many times do I have to tell this?!" She shouts in frustration.

"You don't fucking understand.." I stand up. "You don't.." I turn and walk out.

"Frank," I hear her shout and I can hear her steps behind me before she grabs my arm. "Make me understand. I want to."

"That man... I looked up to him... He asked me to join the band and I was so happy. We built an empire with this band.. We changed lives.. He changed my life Taylor.." I wipe my eyes. "Could you imagine seeing the strongest man you ever knew relapse.. knowing the first time around he seriously wanted to kill himself.." I lean against the nearby wall. "He scared the hell out of me when I found him. I wanted to help him and he yelled at me... Imagine that.. this man... told me." I break down sobbing.

She pulls me away from the wall and into a hug, "I don't have to imagine it Frank. I'm watching it. Right here. Right now." I can feel her tears against my face, "I've looked up to you and Gerard for YEARS. Watching it crumble scares me..."

"It's the scariest part of my life... and I have been through so much.. but none of it compares to this."

"I know Frankie. Just promise you'll give him another chance."

"I can't right now.. maybe after tonight's performance.." I wipe my eyes again and pull away from her.

"Okay." She nods and wipes away a stray tear, "He loves you Frankie."

I shake my hands out a bit. "I need a cig.. and a pen.. hell maybe I should get a tat."

"The last two are good options," I start to pat my pockets as I head for the door. "Frank."

"Yeah?" I ask turning around.

"No smoking."

"You are not my mother," I say heading out the door. I pull out a hidden pack of cigarettes and put one in my mouth and light it.

She sneaks up on me, "Never said I was Frankie. Just want what's best for you."

I take a hit and nod blowing out the smoke. She playfully nudges me and I smile, "So what is your plans while we are in Cali?"

"Probably drag Nova wedding dress shopping. Dylan propose the second day we were here."

"Oh? are you planning on getting married on tour or will you wait?"

"I want to wait until after the tour, don't know what Dylan wants."

I shrug, "You could always get married somewhere in Europe. It might be nice to be married somewhere unique. Gerard and I..." I stop. "anyways it could be fun."

"I used to think about getting married in Paris. Cliché I know...but I do."

"No way that does sound really cute. I want to get married in the Netherlands since they were the first country to legalize gay marriage. Also I really like their tulips." I smile a bit.

She smiles, "You are adorable."

I shrug, "or you know a wedding at one of the concerts would be nice too.. because I mean the fans are so special they should be able to see it. All of our family and friends could come out and we just get married at a concert..."

"Yeah, my fans do mean a lot to me, but I want a small wedding. Just family and close friends."

"Hopefully I get an invite for whenever that occurs." I smile and glance at her.

"Of course," she laughs.

"So do you have any ideas on colors?"

She shrugs, "I have no idea. I just don't want it to be too girly."

Gerard's POV:

I sit down in the tour bus, it was empty. I look around for my art stuff I was angry but not at everyone but at myself. How could I have done that to Frank? My thoughts clouded my mind, I wasn't even paying attention to what I was drawing but by the sound of a woman's gasp it was not peaceful.

I never bother to look up from my dark drawing. "Are you alright Gee?" I recognize the voice as Kalia, the newest stylist.

"Yes why would you say that?" I mumble.

I hear a sigh and I feel the couch dip beside me as she sits down, "You don't look okay." I glare up at her as she tucks her feet underneath her. "Don't you dare glare at me mister." I shake my head and go back to drawing, "Gee, talk to me."

I let out a sigh, "What?"

"What's wrong?" She asks and I knew she was newer than I thought if she didn't know the answer to that.

"I hurt Frank."

"Awe, how did you do that?"

"I got drunk I told him I didn't need him, or anyone, and I said I regretted I ever met him." All of a sudden she smacks the back of my head. "Ouch!"

"You bloody Idiot!"

"I know!" I shout back rubbing the back of my head.

"Fix it." She demands.

"I am trying."

She sighs, "By sitting here?"

"I have been trying everything ok, I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed a break."

"Well I have to get you in make up for the show, make an announcement to the audience address them and I'll make sure Frankie listens."

I get up and go to the fridge grabbing a beer, "Fine, but I need a drink first."

"No you are not," She takes it from me. "You need to stop this and to fix your relationship and to do that you need to quit drinking."

"I will quit drinking later," I take it back from her. "I just want one."

She grabs it back, "It always starts with one, then escalates to two then three then ten! You're not going to stop later Gerard because you think that this is something that takes your pain away, when it is in fact the root of the problem. I don't need one of my best friends turning into the monster my father did."

I look down and finally admit, "I just can't face Frank after what I did."

"Being drunk won't help."

I shrug, "I don't care."

"Fine!" She shouts, slamming the bottle down. "Fucking get drunk but don't talk to me!" I flinch and she finally stops shouting. "Be in the makeup trailer in five," She slams the door of the bus.

I finally look up and grab the bottle before flinging it at the wall and dropping to the ground sobbing.

I pull myself together and start the walk to the trailer within the five minutes I knew I had. I walk in and take a seat sketching on a scrap paper as she finishes with Mikey.

Andy's POV:

My cousin Joe had called to ask me to come and help his daughter Kayla with somethings. Once I get there with CC we sit on the sofa as Joe tries to explain some things to us.

"What Joe? What do you mean you don't know? You just said she was having problems, what the fuck? Yeah me and her will hang for a day and I'll see." I ramble out after he is done.

CC just sits beside me looking between the two of us confused, "What?"

"He doesn't know if his kid has problems," I explain.

"What do you mean by problems? Like mental disorders or problem with bullies or something?" CC asks.

"She was being bullied," Joe says.

"See I don't get kids these days they have to put people down," I say.

"I don't know why they bully her she is a really nice girl," Joe speaks up and CC just gives him a look.

"It's because they know she won't do anything." I reason.

"So does she know that you know us and that you used to be roommates with CC?"

"No she doesn't, but she does love Andy and CC that's all she talks about if she talks."

"She knows me," CC speaks up. "Well did."

"Yeah back when she wasn't into Black Veil Brides." Joe says with a chuckle.

"Well she will be surprised when she finds out she is staying with me for a week."

"Well, I left my skittles at Ashley's," CC says gesturing to the door and we both get up.

"Well Joe I will see you when I come to pick up Kayla," I say before we head back to Ashley's apartment.

Robbie's POV:

I was walking around when I hear the sound of a band performing. I walk to the practice stage to see Perrie and Jade performing as Little Mix. I give Perrie a smile and she shoots me a wink. I clap as Jade walks over, "Who's that?" She asks motioning to me.

"Oh uh, just some guy." She stutters with a blush.

"Looks like more than just some guy to me," Jade reasons.

"Shut up and sing," she blushes.

They both laugh and Jade speaks up, "Sure he is just a guy."

"Oh shut up Jade," She laughs.

"Come on who is he?" Jade continues to ask.

"His name is Robbie, now will you sing?"

They perform well together and I make sure to cheer them on as they finish the set, "Woah! That was great!"

Jade smirks at Perrie, "Now P. introduce me to your friend."

They walk to me and I greet them both, "Hey. Who is this?" I ask.

"I am Jade, her best friend."

I nod, "Nice too meet you."

I smile and she does the same before coming out and just asking, "Are you two dating?"

"Oh uh… no." Perrie says quickly.

"Well I would like too," I admit looking at her. She bites her lip and blushes, "So will you go out with me?"

"Uh okay," is her response with another blush.

"Yay! My best friend has a boyfriend!" Jade runs off shouting leaving us there blushing.