Im Never okay. (I promise)

Gerard’s POV
Yes. Yes I just kissed her cheek. But, it was just a kiss on the cheek after all, nothing big. Besides, it’s not like it meant anything. It wasn’t like I was inviting her to do anything.
Even if I kind of wanted to.
Shit, that’s creepy. I shook my head and walked back into the small living room, where music was blaring and Frank was screaming something to Mikey. Of course, due to the ear-shattering volume of the music it was physically impossible to hear Frank. I turned the music down a little bit.
“I SAID, DO YOU THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO INVITE THEM ON TOUR?” Frank screamed, much too loudly. Mikes and I laughed and he shrugged. “I like it at that volume.” He grumbled with a tiny grin.
“I do actually, Twisted Love has a rad sound.” I replied. Frank shot me a look. A knowing smile. I was confused, he looked to Mikey, who was slow, and also didn’t catch on.
“Oh, come on Gerard! You just want to bang the singer!” Frank exclaimed. I let my mouth drop open in shock. That was not true! I’ll admit, she was very attractive, but I didn’t even know her! She could be some kind of major bitch, or a sociopath, or a prick.
“No!” I defended myself. Mikey did not come to my defense, but sat there giggling. “I do not, I don’t even know her!” I answered, feeling a red blush rush to my face. Frank laughed as he spotted it.
I just sat into the couch, Brea’s singing voice haunting me.

Notes

Sorry it's so short. I'm on vacation so I haven't had the chance to write a bunch. Sorry again.
-@Sad but Rad