The Truth Hurts Sometimes

Gerard’s P.O.V

“I’ve always loved you, Gee” He said, trying to hold back tears.

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I thought I must have misunderstood him but I hadn’t. Frank said that he had loved me all this time. How could he have kept this from me? We’ve known each other nearly ten years and he hadn’t said a word. Maybe when I used to kiss him onstage he’d think we had something. I didn’t think we did, I’ve never thought about it.

But I need to think about it. I pushed Frank out the way and run to the tour bus leaving him standing there. I didn’t care and this moment in time, I just needed to be alone. I was lucky no one was in the way or I would have run into them. I opened the bus door and went inside, finding my bunk and climbing in without saying a word. I couldn’t tell the others that Frank just said he loved me.

I was too tired to think this through. Because it was our last show of the tour we decided to do more songs than usual. Now we’re all tried. I decided to go to sleep so hopefully I'll be able to think about this in the morning.

Frank’s P.O.V

When Gerard pushed me I almost fell to the ground, due to my poor balance and the shock of it. Why did he run away? He’s not the kind of person to run from people. I steadied myself and wiped my eyes. I’m not the kind to burst out crying, especially when there are people around.

One of our sound check guys was looking at me funny because of what had just happened. I told him to fuck off; my voice was frail, which happens when I cry. I walked in the direction Gerard had been on, to our tour bus. I had to speak with him so he didn’t get the wrong idea. Was there a wrong idea? I don’t know, but I didn’t want him to think that the things our fans wrote about us doing was what I was thinking. It hasn’t ever been like that. But in the early days of My Chem, I did jerk off to a picture of him once.

When I got to the bus Mikey was sitting on the couch. He looked up at me with a confused look.

“Do you know what happened to Gerard? He just ran in here without saying a word and went to his bunk.”

“I don’t know,” I lied. He couldn’t find out what I had said, it would freak him out, especially since he was the one who discovered the ‘Frerard fan fictions’ on the internet. I didn’t want him to think I had been perving on his brother for the past ten years, which I wasn’t. “I just saw him run off.”

“Oh, I’ll ask him why in the morning.” He looked at me closely. “Have you been crying?”

“No, I think it’s something that fell from the lights. You know that broken one.” I lied again. Good thing I can think on my feet.

“Oh yeah, I saw that.”

“I’m gonna go to bed because I’m really tired. Night Mikey.”

“Night Frank.”

I walked to my bunk which was below Gerard’s and got in it. I could hear him snoring, not loudly but a faint noise that you could only hear if everything else was quiet. I think I’ll sleep in my clothes, can’t be fucked to take them off. I closed my eyes to go to sleep. I’ll have to tell Gerard what I meant in the morning. .

Notes

I wrote this when I was 13/14 so its a little bit shitty in places.
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