-Prologue-

Lightning flashed and rain poured, it was summertime but it didn't seem like it.The clock was just coming up to midnight and Lindsey Way was driving home, with her daughter Bandit, who was fast asleep in the back.
Missing her husband, Gerard, who was on tour, she hummed an MCR song to herself, but at least she would see him in a couple days because MCR were playing a show in town.
The road was empty, and Lindsey just wanted to be home, she was tired, and she wanted her bed, and her husband in it...
The weather somehow got worse, the wind howled, the rain seemed to get heavier, and there was even lightning.
The thunder crashed, which woke up Bandit. The loud bang of the thunder scared her. Instantaneously, Lindsey looked back, and put a reassuring hand on Bandit "are you ok honey? Don't listen to the thunder monster; he won't bother us if you don't listen to him.” Bandit’s crying subsided a little

Out of nowhere a speeding car turned round a sharp bend just ahead, but Lindsey didn't hear the tyres screech.


It was a head on collision...





-Chapter One-

The MCR tour bus had to pull over due to the weather conditions, the driver could barely see a thing.

"Does anyone want a game of Dungeons and Dragons?" Mikey asked to anyone who was listening.

"I’ll help you set up” said Ray.

Just then a figure in the shape of a blanket with a bush of red hair on top stumbled in. Gerard.With sleep still in his eyes he groaned, “That fucking thunder needs to shut up"

"Calm down sleeping beauty, you want to play DnD?" said Mikey.

Gerard didn't give an audible answer, but he sat down at the table.
He was always ready for a new quest.
Ray gathered nine people for their game, Frank was not one of them, he was asleep, and didn't like DnD that much anyway.
The thunder went again...
‘How the hell can Frank sleep through this shit?’ exclaimed Gerard, pointing to the outside.
Ray laughed. ‘Look, just get a coffee and go back to bed, I don’t want you playing if you’re just going to moan.’
‘Fine.’
Gerard heated up a coffee, and still wrapped up in his blanket he made his way to the back of the bus- where the bunks were.

***
(Gerard’s point of view)
‘Ah so you couldn’t sleep?’
‘It sounds like an apocalypse out there...’ said Frank. He was sitting up in his bunk with a lamp on reading a comic. ‘Ooh is that coffee? Gimme...’ he outstretched his arm.

I knelt down and gave it to him; I was considerably close to his face. So close that I wanted to kiss him more than I already had. It had started off as a thing we used to do on stage, but then it started happen more and more regularly behind closed doors. We had never properly talked about it, but I think I was starting to really like him. I love Lynz and Bandit with all my heart and I know it’s childish, but I wanted to find out more about this Frank thing. he made me feel like a fucking teenager.

Fuck it.

I kissed him, hard. He dropped the mug and kissed me back, he put his hand on my face, which I guess is better than him rejecting the kiss. I got on the bed with him, and kissed him more passionately. My hands explored his dark hair. He was kissing my neck, and his hands went down to my waist.
Just as our lips met again, I felt vibrating. I looked down; it was coming from between our waists. It was a phone. Frank laughed.
‘You gonna get that? I don’t mind if you leave it there though.’ he said with a sly grin on his face.
I smiled, but I got up and took the call, it was an unknown number.