"Fuck" was all Frank thought as his three friends stared at him. He pulled himself up and dusted off his jeans, trying to avoid the gazes that were cast upon him. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, popped the cap open and took a swig of the bitter, refreshing drink.
When he finally looked up he saw that his friends were still watching his every move and he started to feel very vulnerable as his cheeks took a pink shade.

"Take a picture, it will last longer fuckers" he mutterred before heading towards the door and stepping out of the bus, quickly pacing towards the road next to the parking lot. His friends were quiet for a moment before Gerard jumped up, a look of worry in his eyes.
He scraped his throath and said "guys, I'm gonna buy a pack of smokes and some snacks and stuff, ehm be right back yeah" he ended his sentence hardly understandable before he rushed towards the bus exit and made his way after Frank.

Bob and Ray looked at eachother.
"What the fuck was that all about" Bob grunted as he leaned back into the couch while Ray got up.
He grabbed two beers from the fridge and threw one at Bob, poppping the lid to his own can as he sat down on the small counter "that my friend, were two idiots in love". Bob raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his beer "seriously?".
Ray chuckled "dude they're making gooey eyes and whisper sweet nothings to eachother all the time, I'm just waiting for them to pull their heads out of their butts and be annoying together".
Bob processed the thought for a moment "but what about the band dude?"
Ray shrugged "nah, I'm okay with it, Mikey just wants Gerard happy and I'm sure you don't really care?" "Nope, as long as it doesn't affect the music I'm cool with it too" Bob simply said, nodding his head in agreement to the statement his friend just made.

Ray took another sip of his beer "but those knuckleheads have no idea that the other likes them too, so I think I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy their oblivious courting since I have to say that it's pretty damn amusing". Bob grinned and raised his drink "amen tot that bro".
And with that both men burst out into a small fit of laughter.

"Hey Toro, want to make things a bit more interesting?" Bob grinned, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.
"it depends" Ray replied, crossing his arms waiting for what his friend had to offer.
"I say that Frank will probably make the first move somewhere between now and let's say, two weeks."
The guitarist snorted "no way man, Gerard is totally going to do something really cheesy that he spent hours thinking out when he finally gets his act together, and it's going to take atleast 3 weeks".
Bob held out his hand "well then, it's a bet. You say Gerard, I say Frank and we'll see who will be victorious."
Ray laughed at his friend's choice of words and shook his hand "alright what does the winner get?'
The blonde scratched his head trying to think of something, when his lips curled up into a smug grin "since I'm gonna win this shit I know something fun, loser has to do everything the winner says for a whole day".
Ray jumped off the counter and smiled "that's fine with me, I know that I don't have a thing to worry about". Hewalked towards the tv to turn it on together with their Xbox and threw a controller in Bob's lap "now let me give you a taste of defeat".
Bob chuckled, "oh you're on bro" he said as the opening music to their game started to play.

-
Pete turned around and came face to face with a tall, skinny body, wearing skinny jeans and a worn out Anthrax shirt. He glances up and was met with a pair of brown eyes half hid by a pair of thick framed glasses. All that was worrying him just seconds ago fell away and he couldn't help but grin and throw his arms around the other man's slim frame.
"I've missed you Mikey Way" he said holding his friend in a thight embrace.
Mikey giggled at the unexpected greeting "yeah, missed you too dude".
Pete was suddenly hit by the realization of his actions and overkill of enthusiam and he silently cursed at himself as he let go of Mikey.

He slumped his shoulders and put his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, trying to feign some composure "so, what's up..br-dude" he said slightly stammering.
Mikey smiled at him and squinted his eyes slightly at the fluorescent light of the parking lot lamppost shining right in his face, illuminating his pale complexion.
"Not much, I've just spent the last 30 minutes looking for you since my fucking phone somehow deleted all my numbers" he said, kicking at the small rock infront of his feet. "I ran into Gerard and he told me that you were heading out to see me too, so yeah" he finished.
Pete kept looking to the ground until he was able to bite away his grin. "Wanna sit down, and catch up" he gestured towards the bench a few feet away from them and Mikey nodded in reply.

They sat down in a mildly awkward silence for about a minute, when Pete decided to stuff away whatever the hell he was feeling and strike up an actual conversation with his friend, the word having a bitter ring to it in his head.
"So what has the other Sweet Little Dude done for the past few months" he brought out with his best smile. Mikey seemed to relax at this points and sat back a little, resting his hands in his lap "well, I met this girl a few months ago" Pete felt his heart drop. "I thought she was alright and we hung out a few times, so after this show we did back home we all headed to some bar and she was there too. So we danced a little but at some point I lost her in the crowd." Mikey was now moving his hands to emphasize his story, a trait that he shared with his brother "when I noticed that she was gone I went to look for her, and found her in the hallway, making out with Gerard".
Pete raised his eyebrows "wow-."
Mikey raised his hand "wait it gets better, I walk up to them and tap her shoulder and the first things she does, I kid you not, is grabbing my junk. Of course I pushed her off and Gee and me both asked her what the hell she was doing and she told us that she 'like totally wanted a threesome with us because we were like totally hot" he finished the last part of the sentence imitating the whiny voice of he girl.
Mikey looked Pete straight in the eyes with a very serious look "and she fucking knew we were brothers".
At this point Pete couldn't take it anymore, thought he had felt some sort of jealousy at first, he was now taken over by laughter.

Pete threw his head back laughing at the disgusted face Mikey pulled after he finished his story when he suddenly felt an elbow in his side.
"Stop it, it's not funny" a red faced Mikey exclaimed.
He shook his head still laughing "it kinda is man".
Mikey suddenly pounced him and started tickling his sides "I'll give you something to laugh about asshole" he grinned, half on top of Pete.
Said man didn't expect the attack and it took him a few moments to fight through the surprise effect as he let his hands start their own assault in an attempt to defend himself.
Both of them were laughing, tickling, pinching and pulling at eachother before they lost their balance and Pete fell from the bench, grasping at Mikey who fell on top of him as they landed on the ground with a soft thud.

To his surprise the younger man didn't get up immediately, but instead looked into the other's eyes before he rolled off and lay next to him. Pete had no idea what to say so he instead he foccused on the specks of silver that illuminated the dark blue sky.
"The sky is never this clear in Jersey" he heard Mikey speak next to him, followed by a shudder.
He sat up and looked at his friend, who's arms were tainted by goosebumps and wrapped around his frame "you're cold".
"No I'm not.
Pete smiled "yes you are asshole".
Mikey sat up too now and defiantly unclasped his arms "no I'm not, see, I'm fine dude" he said before shuddering again as a cool evening breeze passed them by.
Pete shook his head "dude you have goosebumps and I can see your nipples poking through your shirt" he said, pointing his finger at the other man's chest.
Mikey's eyes widened as he quickly crossed his arms over his chest "no they're not".
He rolled his eyes and took off his jacket before holding it out to his friend "don't be such a girl, here take this."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
And as Mikey grabbed the jacket from his hands and quietly put it on, Pete felt content with his small triumph.
Mikey sighed "are you sure, I don't want to you to be cold" he almost sounding guilty for taking his friend's offer.
He snorted and softly pushed Mikey's shoulder "I still have my hoodie you dork, but it's getting pretty late, maybe we should-."
"Head back?" Mikey finished his sentence, trying his best to hide the hint of sadness that lingered in his words.
Pete nodded and both men silently got up and walked back to the border of the parking lot where it was still busy with bands and their crews.
"Our bus is on the other side of the lot" Pete said, gesturing behind him.
Mikey pushed his glasses up "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then" he said, looking down to his feet and inward knees before looking back up to Pete and pulling him into a hug.
"It was great seeing you again" Mikey whispered, his lips softly brushing the side of his friend's ear, before he let go, turned around and walked back in the direction of his band's bus.
"Y-yeah" was all Pete managed to break out as he watched his friend walk away, still wearing his white denim jacket. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen them, though the gesture was a completely innocent goodbye between friends it had left Pete's hard racing and a lot to think about as he popped up his hood and slowly began walking back to their bus.
-
Gerard cocked his head back as he blew out a ring of smoke. He had managed to catch up with Frank but it didn't go as he had planned and he closed his eyes as he recalled the conversation they had an hour earlier.

"Frank wait up" Gerard wheezed.
The guitarist swiftly turned around, his eyebrows carved into a frown "what" he bellowed.
It stopped Gerard dead in his tracks as he raised an eyebrow in surprise of his friend's harsh tone "nothing, I just wanted to ask what's wrong with you, no need to be an asshole" he bit back.
Frank closed his eyes and sighed "I-I'm sorry alright, yes I am an asshole, no I don't want to talk about it, now if you'd just let me fuck off by myself, I just need some time for myself alright" he said before taking a large swig of his beer and throwing the can in between them on the ground.
Gerard had no time to reply and could only watch his friend walk away and disappear between the busses and people. He sighed and kicked the can once before he walked into the direcion of the gasstation, at first it had only been an excuse to go after Frank but now he could really use a smoke.

And there he was now, leaning against their bus as he in and exhaled the polluting smoke.
"Mind if I bum one off of you?" he heard a voice beside him say.
He turned around "you don't even smoke Mikey" he said to his brother while holding out the pack to him.
Gerard dug around in the pocket of jeans and pulled out a lighter, ignited the cherry on his brothers cigarette and watched him inhale with his eyes closed.
He slumped back to the side of the bus, his eyes still fixed on his brother "had a rough night?" he asked him, squeezing his free hand.
Mikey took another puff, gazing at nothing in particular as he replied "nah, not rough, just weird?" he wasn't even sure what to call it.
Gerard sighed and leaned his head on his brother's shoulder, while he joined him in staring into the distance "mine too" he whispered.