A week went by and Gerard’s mood didn’t change. It seemed to get worst, he was almost hostile to us. The only time he would show up was when we had a show, or an interview, sometimes he would skip the interview. He’d come into the bus in the early hours of the morning and sit on the couch drinking coffee till we all got up.

I couldn’t sleep this night, my brain refused to shut it’s self off. I sat in my bunk with my guitar, strumming random cords. I worried about Gerard, sure I was head over heels in love with the man, I had been since I was nineteen, but he was also my best friend. I looked at my watch, it was almost six in the morning, and almost, as if on queue, I herd the bus door slam and Gerard’s foot steps. He stopped by my bunk and looked at me, taking a drag off his cigarette.
“What are you doing up Iero?” he said in a low voice.
“I can’t sleep…” I said and looked up at him from Pansey.

He nodded, and I noticed that his lip was busted. He saw I was looking at it and shrugged his shoulders.
“I ran into the bus door.”
“Be more careful…” I said and laid my guitar down.
“Get some sleep frank, I’ll talk to you in the morning.” he said and stalked off to the front of the bus.
“Gerard?”
He stopped in his tracks and sighed.
“Yes?”
“where do you go?” I regretted asking, but I had to know. He wasn’t Gerard anymore.

He turned around and his eyes were almost dark. He walked over to me in a fast pace. The look on his face almost scared me.
“That is none of you, or the rest of the God dammed bands business Iero. Stay the fuck out of it.” his face was nose to nose with mine. I was speechless, all that came out was stutters.
“You got it!?”
“Y-Yes” I finally forced out.

He stood up and walked away. My hands were shaking as I watch him walk out the bus door. I was not getting any sleep now….

***
“Fuck you and your Afro of Cheating-ness!” Mikey yelled, waking me up from my nap.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking over at the clock, and thanking God we didn’t have to play a show.
“Afro of cheating-ness?” I mumbled to myself as I threw the covers back and laid my feet on the floor.

Mikey was sitting on the floor, his eyes fixed on the TV and a controller in his hand. Mortal combat was playing on the screen. I groaned as I saw there was no more coffee left.
“Why isn’t there any coffee?” I groaned.
“Gerard just left with the rest of it.” Ray informed me.

My mind went back to what happened this morning. My stomach created knots as I sat down and put my head in my hands. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I had to find out what was wrong with him and were he went.
“Have any clue where he went?” I asked, pretty much knowing the answer.

The both just looked at me, and then went back to their game. I sighed, yet again, and laid back on the couch.

Gerard scared me, I never thought ever I would be scared like I was around Gerard. He was one of the only people who knew everything about me. He use to my best friend. Now he just a stranger, in Gerard’s body. I needed to help him. I had too. I loved him. Even if he didn’t love me, I had to find the old Gerard. My Gerard