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You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

Chapter 11

*Frank's POV*

I woke up to my head hurting and my eyes crusty. That’s what I get for crying myself to sleep, I thought to myself. I looked around my small bed to try and find Gerard. But I couldn’t find him. I sighed sadly knowing he left me. Even though I don’t show it, I would have liked to have of woken up in his arms. Even if that would have been the last time I ever did. I loved the feeling of his arms around me and comforting me. I sighed again and opened my curtain and swung out of bed. I was just in sweatpants and a black shirt. I rubbed my eyes and walked into the kitchen yawning. Mikey and Ray were already in there, sitting at the kitchen table talking quietly. When I walked in they stopped and looked up at me.

I waved and walked over to the counter and got a cup of coffee, unknowingly I used the cup that Gerard had gotten me. I leaned against the counter, sipping it. Mikey and Ray just stared at me.

“So..where’s Gerard?” I asked. They shrugged and I hummed into my coffee. I swirled the black liquid around and brought something up that I’ve been thinking about for awhile.

“Hey guys..” I said still not looking up. They looked up at me. “So I’ve been thinking…maybe after this tour…we could maybe go on a hiatus…and get everything figured out. Gerard’s feelings…get the connection of the band back together.” I finally looked up at them and saw them looking at me like I was crazy.

“Frank…” MIkey said. “Are you sure that’s a good thing? What about our fans?”

I just shrugged, “I said it was idea. It doesn’t have to happen. We could maybe talk to Gerard about it.” I saw Mikey nod and go back to quietly talking to Ray. Those two have been getting a lot closer lately. I walked out of the kitchen and into the front of the bus and plopped down in a chair and curled up with my legs underneath me. I continued drinking my coffee and staring at the scenery. It was just a bunch of trees and farmland. From what I could remember, our next stop was in Vagas or something. I sighed for like the fifth time that day and turned on the tv hoping something good would be on. I flipped through the channels hoping to find something, the only decent thing on was The Blues Brothers. I settled on that and watched it for awhile.

I just stared at the tv for awhile, not really paying attention to what was going on until someone kicked me in my leg. I looked up and saw Mikey standing in front of me.

“We’re stopping for gas and we’re heading out to get supplies,: he informed me. I nodded and looked at my coffee. It had gotten cold. I stood up and poured it down the sink and just leaving the cup there. I’ll let someone else clean it. I slipped on shoes and a sweatshirt and walked out the bus grabbing my wallet. I really wanted candy. I walked out the bus waving to Ronnie as I went. I hopped down and stretched and popped my back. It felt nice being out of that cramped bus for a while.

I wondered around looking for a gas station or some shit. I looked around and noticed a little convenience store that sold alcohol and candy. Perfect. I walked over and pulled the door open. When I stepped in a little bell rang signifying my entrance. I looked around and found the candy. I grabbed some Sour Patch Kids and Twizzlers. Life has never gone wrong with those.

I wandered over to the alcohol section, just because Gerard can’t drink, doesn’t mean I can't. I saw someone else there, but I just ignored them. They couldn’t be that important could they? I browsed through the alcohol, just looking. I wasn’t paying attention and I turned around and ran right into the guy from before.

“Oh shit sorry-“ the guy started to apologize but I cut him off.

“Don’t be, it was my fault.” I looked up and what I saw made me open my mouth. It was Gerard. Gerard in the convenience store. In the alcohol section. “What are you doin-“ but that was when I noticed the bottle of amber liquid in his hand and the guilty look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing Gerard!?” I shouted at him. I was seething. Gerard was going to buy alcohol.

Notes

Shits about to go down
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~Idiot

Comments

@daughter of the dead
There will be more, but not for a while as I'm in hospital. I won't abandon this, promise x

@daughter of the dead
I'm pretty positive there will be more chapters ;)

IdiotDeathJoy IdiotDeathJoy
12/30/15

@IdiotDeathJoy
is this the end or am i gonna have to wait for anither update

@daughter of the dead
Haha thank you! <3

IdiotDeathJoy IdiotDeathJoy
12/30/15

crying thats all i'll say but i love the story