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When Summer Ends

Chapter 8: Manager Knows Best

After he left his guitar safely with Cortez, Frank beelined for the stairs as soon as they finished their encore, he was sure that the rest of the band felt the tension between him and Gerard but after recent events he couldn't bring himself to act mature anymore.

The past four days hadn't been their best shows and Frank felt guilty for not providing the crowd the full potential of their normal sets. Instead of twirling, falling and running across the stage Frank was now bound in his corner, stalking away slightly everytime Gerard came closer. There was zero interaction between them but luckily the crowd didn't seem to notice, they kept cheering and blaring along song after song.

It was even worse on the bus, Frank wouldn't hang out in the lounge if Gerard was there and so he ended up spending a lot of time in the solitude of his bunk, occasionally going out for a smoke or two with Bob.
He was now heading for their tent where they were having dinner later, but right now he was supposed to meet Brian infront of it.
Their manager had noticed the tension in the group but didn't want to talk about it until after the show, Mikey, Bob and Ray hadn't told him the whole story and Frank was grateful for that, the last thing he needed was a lecture on how romance between band member would always result in tragedy.

He had already told himself that numerous times over the past week.

He flicked his zippo to light the cigarette dangling between his lips. The smoke gave a welcomed sting in his lungs and the nicotine gave an instant ease to his strained muscles.
"Frankie here you are" he turned around to face a concerned looking Brian.
He took a drag and held his cigarette down between his fingers, hastily blowing out the smoke in a different direction "hey Brian, what's up?".
Brian ran a hand through his hair and sighed "why don't we take a walk" it was more of a statement than a question so Frank didn't hesitate to follow.

For a good few minutes neither of them said anything, Frank's cigarette was now a mere bud and left somewhere, stomped out on the asphalt.
Brian stopped when they were at the side of the road and sat down on the only bench in sight and gestured for Frank to sit down too.
"So.." Brian began.
Frank was playing with the loose threads that frayed his jeans around the holes "so.." he repeated his manager.
Brian sighed "Frank what the hell is going on between you and Gerard, the rest of the guys won't tell me and Gerard has managed to avoid me, so could you tell me the issue, without bullshitting".
He had exactly 15 seconds to come up with a good story but he knew that Brian would find out one way or another so he decided to with the truth.
"Okay I'll tell, but I don't want a lecture or anything".
Brian sat back a little and crossed his arms "alright, go on".

Frank rubbed his face before letting his hands fall down lifeless in his lap, he didn't look Brian in the eyes but instead told his story facing the ground.
"Basically I'm in love with Gerard, the actual 'it feels like a punch in the face but it's still worth it everytime you see the person smile' kind of in love and we fooled around at the bonfire after he got all jealous of me and Wentz..-"
"Wait you and Pete.?" Brian interrupted him.
Frank sighed "dude where have you been, there's nothing going on between him and me, he's dating Mikey".

If Frank hadn't been busy reciting his own miserable lovelife he would've laughed his ass off at the surprised expression on Brian's face "Anyway, we cleared that up and I told him that he was the only one for me, then we did some things you probably don't wanna know about.."
Brian nodded.
"Nothing really happened for the next few days, I understood that we weren't like, dating or anything so I gave him some space but then there was that party when we got on location early.
I couldn't find you, Mikey, Ray or Bob so I just walked around until I bumped into Gerard and Bert".
He now started to twirl his fingers a little, this was his least favorite part of the story.
"And they were all over eachother, I swear Brian, it was disgusting. I said something about it because I thought, you know, Gerard and Me.."

He sniffled a little and felt Brian wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"The fucker told me that what happened between us basically didn't mean a god damn thing and that he thought I knew that too.
I ignored him for a couple of days after that, made a snarky comment here and there but he didn't evem seem that fucking fazed with it.
Then at that kegger we had last thursday I thought fuck it y'know, so I was making out with some guy when suddenly that fucking douchenozzle pulls me away and starts going on how I'm not supposed to kiss other people, I told him that he couldn't tell me shit and he tried to defend himself or something but I just ran away, so yeah that's it".

Brian pulled him in a hug "damn it Frankie" he whispered, not in his stern manager's voice that he used when they got themselves into trouble, but in his own calming tone, trying to comfort his broken hearted friend.

-

"Damn it Bob, I need to get some cigarettes before we leave" he yelled through the tiny bathroom window.
"Fuck you, shut up I'll get your smokes in a bit asswipe" Bob calmly replied.
Gerard still didn't understand how or why this was happening, one moment Bob was luring him into the bus with the mentioning of a new video game he might have (but actually didn't) and the next moment Gerard found himself trapped in the bus, cursing himself for giving Mikey his keys.
For some reason Bob had locked him up on the bus and was now sitting down on the asphalt, grinning up to him.
He decided to give up and just wait it out in his bunk.
Just before he jumped off the toiletseat he heard Bob talking to someone outside, he carefully turned around on the plastic seating and peaked through the window.
"Thanks Bob I'll take it from here, don't forget you guys have bus call at eight tonight."
Gerard didn't have time to hear what Bob was saying, after succesfully dodging Brian's attempts to talk about what was going on between Frank and himself he still didn't want to talk about it.

He heard the keys opening the buslock and jumped off of the toilet, and cursed himself for falling right into the bathroom door.
Maybe if he kept really quiet Brian wouldn't..-
"Gerard stop bullshitting me and open the door I know you're in there" Brian ordered.
He didn't reply, for some reason he closed his eyes in a childish and useless attempt to hide his presence.
"For fuck's sake" he heard Brian mutter.
It was silent for a moment before he heard a couple of clicks, Brian had somehow managed to open the door and was staring back at Gerard with a very angry look on his face.
Gerard didn't even have the chance to ask how he unlocked to door, instead Brian grabbed his arm and dragged him to the lounge, down next to him on couch.

"Frank told" was all he said.
Gerard didn't reply and instead resorted to biting the blunt stumps he called nails.
Brian swatted away his hand from his mouth "look at me, Gerard you're a big boy so tell me your side of the story".
He hitched his legs up to his chest and clutched his arms around his knees "I fucked up" he whispered.
"Yes I know, that's why I'm here, now would you please, for god's sake Gerard I beg you, tell me your side of the story" Brian pleaded.
"Frank told me that I was the only one for him back at the campfire, I'm in love with the little shithead but I was scared that it would ruin our friendship. So at one of the parking lot parties I got drunk, made out with Bert to forget Frank, Frank saw us, got pissed, I lied, he ran off and the next couple of days he ignored me". he chewed his lip for a moment recalling the events of the past two weeks.

"He asked me to grab some coffee with him and he just went on about bullshit like the weather and was being all cryptic and shit about how things weren't special. I kinda apologized.
Later when we had that kegger I was just stumbling around when I saw Frankie kiss some random fucktard.
I walked up to them and grabbed Frank, asked him what the hell he was doing, and what about me, he just got really fucking mad and ran off".

He buried his head between his knees, "I'm such a fucking asshole Brian" his voice muffled.
Brian rubbed his back "yes you are, but have you apologized to him properly, told him how you felt without being completely shitfaced".
Gerard looked up and shook his head "wait, aren't you supposed to give me the whole 'thou shall not date thy bandmember' speech?".
Brian chuckled "I could, but I love you guys and the secret behind a great band is happy band members, you guys aren't happy without eachother".
Gerard sighed "I know".

Brian glanced at the clock "enough talking, are you coming for dinner?".
He knew Frank would be there too "no man, we have some ramennoodles here and I still need to think about a way to make it up to Frank right?".
Brian got up and ruffled Gerard's hair "fantastic, and Gerard next time there's something going on just call me alright, that's what I'm here for".
"Yes dad" Gerard grinned at him, he actually felt a bit better for the first time in days.
Brian snorted "screw you asshole, I'm not that old, text me later?".
After Gerard promised to send him one, Brian walked off the bus, luckily not locking the door.

Gerard poured some water in the kettle and set it on the stove for his noodles, he was pretty hungry and he wouldn't be able to create his peace offering on an empty stomach.

-

Mikey was sitting in a plastic chair inbetween Frank and Ray at the long, plastic dinner table picking at the plastic looking mac and cheese with his plastic fork, he supposed that plastic was the rockstar way of living when on the road with a festival.

He was just building a fun-sized army ditch with his dinner when he felt something quickly but firmly touch his knee.
It wasn't Ray who was holding his fork in one hand and for some reason slapping Frank with the other, it couldn't be Frank either since he had gotten up from his chair and was currently getting slapped by Ray.
"Pssst"
He looked up, Pete was now sitting infront of him, he immmediately felt a smile creep up his face and leaned in for a kiss.
To his surprise Pete backed away "nuh-uh babe, sit down".
Mikey had no idea what to expect but slumped down in his chair and crossed his arms.
That position didn't last long because he now knew what had bumped his knee, Pete was now busy sliding up his foot at the inside of Mikey's thigh.
His hands were now tightly grasping the rest of his chair, Pete's foot was now softly pressing into his crotch that was slowly hardening, while the man himself was looking innocent as ever.
He took a deep breath "get up, now Wentz" he almost growled before jumping up, startling a bickering Frank and Ray.

He stalked away from the catering tent with Pete close behind him. Luckily all the bands and their crew were eating out or going at the sad excuse for mac and cheese that they got served tonight.
He stopped and Pete abruptly bumped into him, Mikey turned around, grabbed Pete and pushed him against some band's bus.
Pete laced his fingers through Mikey's hair and crashed their mouths together.
Mikey pulled away a little "do you know what you do to me?" to emphasize his question he ground his hips into the other man's, earning a soft moan.
"Well why won't you show me a little more" Pete's voice was a little husky and he let down one hand from Mikey's hair to palm his ass while the other pulled him back in for a kiss.
Everytime Mikey pushed their crotches against eachother Pete either squeezed his ass, or bit at his lip.
This rhythm went on for a few minutes and both were dazed with the intimacy of two bodies close together.

Suddenly Pete pulled away, just as Mikey ground against him, his eyes were squeezed shut and a loud groan escaped from his mouth.
He remained limp against the bus for a few seconds before his eyes fluttered open, Mikey grinned at him "made you come in your pants" he muttered against the other man's lips.
Pete kissed him hard, stuck his hand down Mikey's pants and gave a few quick tugs before he bucked against him.
Mikey blinked a few times, bewildered. Pete kissed him again, before inching away and whispering "made you come too" against his lips.

Mikey laughed and punched his shoulder "asshole".
Pete smirked at him "oh you know you adore me, now can we get back, I was really enjoying my fucking mac and cheese before you kidnapped me".
Mikey rolled his eyes and grabbed Pete's hand "shut up, you enjoyed this, now lets feast on our microwaved pasta".
"Wait a second" Mikey watched as Pete smeared what was still on his hand on the bus.
"You did not just..-"
Pete started walking "yes Mikey, I did indeed just wipe your cum on some poor band's bus".
"Oh" Mikey replied while Pete lead them back to the catering tent with a devious grin on his face.

Comments

i was listening to "the only hope for me is you" while i was reading Gerard's letter to Frank. It was perfect. 2 thumbs up
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rayscupcake rayscupcake
12/24/12
Ahhh update!:D omg that's so amazing! Asdfghjhdsa
rayscupcake rayscupcake
12/20/12
You guys are way too nice! Sadly enough the story is almost finished..But there will be a sequel at some point soon!
CravingChaos CravingChaos
12/12/12
YAY update!! you are a wonderful addition to my day of working on boring shit! you lovely person you :)