*Frank's POV*

I was staring at Gerard back stage waiting for our concert to start; I was absent mindly fiddling with my guitar. He was pacing back and forth and running his hands through his bright red hair and drinking out of a water bottle. As soon as he drank from it he calmed down, lately water has been having that affect on him calming him done. I didn’t understand and I have no desire to, he’s a weird boy.

I sighed and stared at my gloved hands, so much has changed between us. We used to go to each other for help. I helped him overcome his drinking addiction and he helped me with my insecurities. But then everything just stopped the romance on the stage and the romance off the stage that no one knew about other than the band. I just couldn’t do it anymore, so I stopped it. I felt like we were only doing it to go with the romance that was going on onstage. I ended it after The Black Parade Tour. Ever seen then I’ve been cold to him, I didn’t want my feelings I had stuffed down there to resurface. I ignored him; I know it was a horrible thing for me to do. But it was for the best, for both of us. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize how much time had passed until a stage techie yelled at us.

“My Chem you’re on in 5!” He shouted and then turned back around to do whatever it is that stage techies do. I looked at everyone and watched them walk to the stage, I trailed behind everyone else. They were all taking deep breaths and smiling at each other. I noticed that Gerard kept on drinking out of his water bottle. He noticed me looking and looked me straight in the eyes. What I saw hurt me. I saw heartbreak, sorrow, and something that looked like guilt. I don’t know what he would have to feel guilty about; I was the one that ended things not him. but I just ignored it and got in my position behind the white sheet clutching my guitar.

***
The show was going great so far; I was having a blast doing what I love and jumping around smiling at the crowd. We were on Sing when things started to get weird. I was at the front of the stage standing next to Ray playing and head banging when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck. I had felt this pair of arms so many times before comforting me, holding me. I knew who’s these were. I didn’t need the roar of the crowd to tell me either. These were Gerard’s.

I felt his warm breath on my neck and it made me shiver.

“Hey Frankie,” he whispered in my ear. I froze up. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. After I told him to stop doing this because I didn’t want it. Doesn’t he know when to fucking listen!? I felt him move down and he placed his lips on my neck. I was still frozen but my thoughts were racing. Why was he doing this? He knew I didn’t want it. Why was he still doing it then?

He started to leave soft kisses up my neck and to my jaw; I was fed up by then. I stopped playing and turned around to face him shoving him away from me.

“I told you,” I shouted to him. “I fucking told you I didn’t want this anymore! And what do you do? Our first concert like this you disrespect my wishes! Just like you disrespect everyone else!” I was mad, and I had no idea. It was partly because Gerard had done something I didn’t want him to, but the other part I wasn’t sure about.

I stormed off the stage and pushed Gerard again one last time. I stormed into the dressing room and locked the door taking my guitar off and gently placing it on the couch. I paced around the room letting my anger and frustration out. When I was finally done I slumped down onto the couch exhausted.

Notes

Hello! IdiotDeathJoy here, GeesGirl and i decided to write a story together. I'll be doing Frank's POV and she will be doing Gerard. My updates will most likely be a couple days after hers.

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