Lindsey POV
I wake up by me falling again to the floor.
"Ow fuck," I said.
"Okay, girl, you need to sleep on the bottom bunk," Jennifer said.
"I think I figure that out now." I said getting up.
"You figure that out now! After two weeks of we falling to the ground," Jennifer laughed. Not in a mean why but in a funny way.
"Yeah," I laughed.
I got ready for the day, which means I have to have my stage clothes on. I went outside after finish changing to find the guys talking.
"Finally here comes Lindsey!" Frank said.
"I missed you, too," I said to Frank. He laughed.
"Sorry Lindsey. Hey Lindsey!" Frank said.
"Hey guys," I said to everyone.
"So, we're planning to play a game tonight," Pete said.
"What kind of game," I asked and narrow my eyes.
"We're going to play Truth or Dare. You in?" Frank said jumping to my side.
"Yes. Only on one condition," I said.
"Shoot away," Bob said.
"None of you guys make me kiss anyone or make me run around naked. Got it?" I said looking at everyone.
"Got it," they all said in unison.

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"Do you always hurt yourself when you perform," asked the woman, who's name is Candy, cleaning my cut on my leg.
I have to admit, it's the biggest cut I've gotten on tour.
"Yep." I said as she finish cleaning it and put a bandaged.
"You're good to go," Candy said.
I stood up and left to our tent.
As I walked, I saw Gerard with Bert. Bert was on the floor and Gerard was laughing his guts out. I can see why Mikey didn't like Gerard with Bert. He was all bad news.
There was a photographer there. Gerard helped Bert up. Both laughing, Bert cups Gerard's face and kisses him.
I don't know why, but this causes me a bit of jealousy and me being hurt.
Lindsey, why are you jealous? And why the fuck are your hurt by this? I asked myself.
WAIT! Do I like Gerard more of a friend?
No idiot! You like him! Not as a friend. Get your head check girl! You can't tell if you like someone! I said to myself.
No, Lindsey. Remember the last time you fell in love with someone. You got your heart broken. I don't even think that it's even fix. I remind myself.
I had promise myself not to fall in love with anybody after what had happen to me and my ex-boyfriend, Chad.
You're just crazy, Lindsey. You can't fall in love with anybody. Not even Gerard! Get that in your head!
I sigh and started walking to the tent again. I stop after I realize Gerard was drunk. I have to get back there. I thought to myself.
Luckily, I wasn't far and Gerard and Bert was still there. The photographer on the other hand, was gone. I walk up to them. Both of them reek of alcohol.
"Gerard. Can I talk to you for a minute." I said.
"Ooo, Gee's in trouble with a girl," Bert slurred.
"I guess I am." Gerard laughed. I pulled Gerard to a corner. I can still hear Bert laughing.
"Gerard. I told you booze and pills are never the answer!" I yelled.
"No. You said beers and drugs. Not booze and pills, you silly little girl." Gerard slurred and patted my head.
"Same thing Gee! Now, give me that beer." I said trying to snatch it out of his hands.
"No! It's my beer and her name is Betty. You can't have Betty. She's my Betty." Gerard said hugging the beer named Betty.
"Gerard. It's for your own good." I said.
"No. You have no idea what's good for me and what isn't!" Gerard yelled.
Gerard never yell at me, at all. So when he did yell at me this time, I wince.
"Shit. I'm sorry Lindsey." Gerard said sheepishly. He then gave me the beer and sat down on the pavement. I threw the remains of Betty, the beer, to the grass.
I came back to Gerard and sat next to him. He started to sob in silence. When I pulled him for a hug, he started to cry more.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry. C-can you forgive m-me." Gerard cried into my shoulder.
"I will forgive you, Gerard. But, you have to stop drinking. Got it." I said.
Gerard nods.
"Lindsey?"
"Yes."
"C-can you help me?" Gerard mumble.
"I'll help you, Gee," I said. Gerard pull from the hug and I wipe away some tears running down his pale face.
I got a glimpse of his eyes. They were a beautiful hazel color. I swear I think I held my breath when I saw his eyes. I gave a small smile and helped Gerard up.
"Hey, Gee. You in for another round of booze," Bert called.
"No, Bert. I'm going to try to be sober." Gerard said.
"Ha! You can't last a day without being drunk. Don't come back running to me when you want some beer." Bert said to Gerard.
"And you, little girl," Bert said to me. "You can go fuck yourself you little slut! All you want is to get in his pants!" He yelled at me.
I was about to punch the fuckers face, but Gerard stood between me and Bert.
"Bert, shut the fuck up! Lindsey is trying to help me. Quit fucking calling her names. Unlike you, all you want me is to be drunk with you! But that's over! I want to be sober! I'm tired of all the bullshit. And you should try being sober, too! Goodbye Bert, for good." Gerard snapped.
Just as Gerard walked away from him, I punched him in the face. I'm pretty sure I knocked him out. I walked to Gerard, who saw that I punched him.
"Remind me not to get on your bad side." He said as he almost tripped.
"Here, let me help you." I said. Gerard put his right arm on my shoulder. Mikey had seen us and helped Gerard with on the left. We took him to the tour bus so he can sleep for a while. He really needed it.
After Gerard had fallen asleep on his bunk, Mikey and I started to talk outside the bus.
"He's not getting better." Mikey trembled.
"He is! A couple of minutes ago, I found him drinking with Bert-"
"That motherfucker," Mikey interrupted.
"You didn't let me finish. Well, I told him to stop drinking. At first, he didn't want to give me Betty."
"Who's Betty?" Mikey asked.
"That's what he named his beer, Betty." I reply. "Anyways, he realize what he was doing and gave me the beer. After I threw it away, he started to cry and said he was sorry. He asked me to help him, Mikey." I stated.
"When we were about to leave, Bert came up to us and asked Gerard if he wanted another drink. He rejected the offer. Bert got all pissy about it and said Gerard wouldn't last a day without being a drunkard. Then, Bert call me some names-"
"What did the fucker say to you," Mikey demanded.
"Uh, I don't want to say it." I said quietly.
"Okay."
"Well, I was going to punch him in the fucking face but Gerard got between us. He said how I was going to help him. Then, he said how he was done with him," I added.
"So, he's getting better now. Thank you so much Lindsey. I owe you a lot." Mikey said hugging me.
"No problem, Mikey. Just keep an eye on him and help him too." I said.
"Will, you be with us when we play Truth or Dare tonight," Mikey asked.
"Yeah. See you then," I said.
"See you," Mikey said.

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"Alright. Is this everyone?" Patrick said.
It was nine PM.
"Yeah," we all said,
"Okay. So, Kitty will be first. We'll go clockwise. Everyone in a circle!" Frank said.
We all got in a circle. I sat between Gerard and Patrick. Most of us picked truth. It wasn't until the third round where some of us picked dares.
"Patrick, truth or dare?" Frank asked.
"Dare," Patrick said.
"I dare you to kiss Pete on the lips. At least a peck." Frank smirked.
Patrick kissed Pete for five seconds. I swear these guys!
"Okay Lindsey, truth or dare?" Frank asked.
"Truth," I said.
"Scary cat. Okay. Um, who do you love?" Frank asked.
"No one, why?" I said.
"No reason." Frank said with a smirk. I swear he's is planning something.
"Okay, Gee. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Gerard said.
"Oooh. Alright. Um," Frank said looking around in the circle. "I dare you to... kiss Lindsey! No take backs, no back outs! Thirty seconds, too!" Frank said quickly.
Gerard and I both widen our eyes. We both have him a 'what the fuck' look.
"Motherfucker." I heard Gerard whisper.
"Dude, she said earlier she didn't want anybody to kiss her," Ray said.
"Too late! I already said no take backs, no back outs!" Frank called.
"You don't have to do it, Lindsey," Gerard said.
"No. You were dared to and I'm doing it. I'm just going to close my eyes." I said. I swear I am stubborn sometimes. But why am I stubborn about being kissed by Gerard? Do I love him?
"How many seconds?" Gerard asked.
"Thirty." Frank said with a smile.
I felt a blush coming. I gosh I'm so glad it's nighttime and there is barley any light to see us. I faced Gerard and Gerard faced me. I closed my eyes and lean in a little bit.
I can feel Gerard leaning in for the kiss. Once I feel our noises touching, Gerard stops leaning in any farther.
"You don't have to do this," he whispers.
"It's a dare. You have to." I whisper.
"Okay," Gerard whispers.
He leans in more. His lips are so close to mine. I can feel a light brush from his lips and it send me shivers down my spine. Gerard then presses his lips against mine.
Everyone starts to count. I ignore their counting.
Gerard's lips are so soft against mine. The butterflies in my stomach start to go crazy. Gerard puts his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck.
". . . 10, 9, 8, 7, 6 . . ."
Gerard presses his lips more to mine. Every single kiss he give me send me shivers through my body.
". . .4, 3, 2, 1, times up!" They all yell.
Gerard quickly pulls away and I look away. I can tell he's blushing. But I swear I feel like my face is the color of a tomato.
We kept playing. I stayed quiet most of the time. I have no idea why, but I feel like the kiss was meant to be more than just a dare. Or was I just imagining that? I never been kissed the way Gerard kissed me.
I shook the thought of him liking me.
"Lindsey?" Asked Pete.
"Huh?" I said.
"Truth or dare?" Pete asked.
"Truth," I said.
"Who's better at playing bass, Mikey or I?"
"Uh. I don't know. Uh, both." I said.
"No fair! You have to choose," Mikey said.
"Well, I haven't heard any of you play yet, so I say both cause it seems fair." I said then zone out.
After a minute of being zone out. I decided to leave, still in the middle of the game. I don't know what's gotten into me lately.
After being alone on the bus, I start to cry. Why the fuck am I crying? I guess it's because of the confusion of the kiss. The kiss felt like he meant it. Like as if it was saying he loves me. I don't know. I'm so confuse. All I know is that I cry myself to sleep.
"Gerard?" I said.
"Hey Lindsey," Gerard said. I looked around. We were back in the show. Except, I had a black dress with a red ribbon. Gerard was all in black, too. He had a red tie.
Gerard got closer to me. So close that our faces were inches away from each other. He smiles. Oh God, he has a beautiful smile.
Gerard has something hiding behind his back. He then brings his hand out and it's a red rose. The same rose that the guy from the concert have me. I took it.
"I love you, Lindsey. I always have." Gerard said before he press his lips against mine. After a couple of kisses, I pull and smile. He smiles too.
The scene changes to a room. The room was dark brown. I had something in my hands. It was no longer the red rose he gave me. It was a heart.
I turn around to reveal Gerard looking sad to the ground. He too had something in his hands.
"Gerard?" I said. He looked up and saw me. Gerard smiled at me when he saw me.
He then walked up to me and stretch out his arms for me to see what he had in his hands. They were bullets. I stretch my arms out so he can see the heart. He smiled at me and hugged me.
"Thank you for fixing me," Gerard said to my ear. "I love you." He then kiss me. I kissed him back.
I wake up with a shake. I quickly get up, but I hit my head on to the roof of a bunk.
"Fuck!" I said quietly.
"Sorry Lindsey," Gerard said. "I just came by to see if you were okay. You kind of ran off in the middle of the game."
"I'm fine, Gerard." I stated.
"Then why do your eyes look like you've been crying," Gerard asked.
I stayed in silence. I didn't know what to say. Does it look like I've been crying?
"I don't know," I said quietly. I don't think Gerard heard it at all.
"Lindsey, if you didn't wanted me to kiss you, you should of said so. I know you said you didn't want to be dared to be kissed." Gerard said.
"I-I." I sighed. I didn't know what to say.
"You're bothered about being kissed. Why?" Gerard asked sitting on my bunk.
"I'll tell you later. Not now, not here. Once we get back to L.A. I'll tell you." I said.
"Fine. I'll remember it." Gerard said.
"Don't worry, we're almost finish with the tour." I said.
"Well, I'll be checking on you, too, then. Sweet dreams, Lindsey." Gerard said kissing my forehead.
"Sweet dreams, Gerard." I said.
Did the kiss on the forehead meant anything?

Notes

Sorry I haven't been able to update. High school sucks!