You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

*Frank's POV*

I stormed onto the bus and slammed the bus door shut, grumbling. Our tour manager had found me in the dressing room and told me to get back on the tour bus where everyone else was. Apparently after I walked off so had Gerard and that just ruined the whole concert. When I entered the bus Mikey and Ray were in a deep conversation about something. Mikey looked up at me with a pained expression.

“Frank..you know he didn’t mean it…he was just being Gerard…” Mikey tried to tell me. But I just rolled my eyes and ran my hand through my sweat slicked hair.

"I don't care Mikey, he's gotta stop now... Enough's enough..." I told him sternly.

“Well yeah I get that but come on, just because he did it once doesn’t mean he’s going to be doing again.” He told me exasperated.

“Mikes he’s going to do it again, I know he still thinks I love hime. But I don’t, I don’t fucking love him Mikes!” I shouted to him. I saw his eyes go hard.

“Is that so Frank? You think you don’t love him, well I would like to bed to differ.” And with that he pushed past me and into his bunk. I just stared at him confused.

What did he mean by that? Is he saying what I think he is? I shook my head to get rid of these confusing thought and slumped down on the couch and looked up to see Ray staring at me with a thoughtful look on his face. I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Yes?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. You wanna play guitar hero?” he asked while holding up one of the guitars.

I smirked and nodded, with both of us being guitar players this game was a piece of cake. When we played, we didn’t play like normal, no we played the most difficult song we knew by heart put it on the most difficult level and played with our eyes closed. The person who had the lowest score had to buy everyone dinner, it used to be drinks, but we changed that what with Gerard’s drinking addiction.

“You’re gonna lose Toro,” I taunted to Ray. I saw him smirk at me.

“Uh huh sure whatever floats your goat Iero,” he informed me. I just looked at him confused. Like what the fuck? Who says whatever floats your goat.

“Umm alright, you ready to play?” I asked as I picked The Devil Went Down To Georgia by Charlie Daniels Band.

“You bet your buttons I’m ready to play,” I just shook my head. Sometimes I will never understand some of the things Ray says.

“Alright, I’ll go first.” I closed my eyes and felt Ray start the song. I listened to it and flew my fingers across the guitar controller. When the song was over I opened my eyes to see my score…I got a 10% and I score of 1,000. I glared at the screen then glared back at Ray. He just smiled cutely at me.

“My turn!” He giggled. I rolled my eyes and hit play. He closed his eyes and played. And I must say he was pretty damn good. but he kept on missing so many notes and smiled, knowing I would win and not have to pay for dinner.

When the song was over Ray opened his eyes and looked at his score with a smile, when I saw it was shocked. He got a 54% with a score of 4,254. He smiled at me.

“Look who’s paying for dinner!” He giggled and turned to Mikey who had entered at the end of his turn. “Mikes! Frankie has to pay for dinner next time we go out!” I don’t understand why that boy was so excited about me paying for dinner. I looked at Mikey and saw him staring at me coldly.

“Good,” he simply said and turned back to Ray talking about something and completely ignoring my existence. I sighed and stood up, intending to go to bed. It had been a long day. I opened the door to the sleeping area and standing there in the hallway in front of my bunk was Gerard. He had a sad look in his red rimmed eyes. That looks almost made me feel something towards him, almost. I closed my face off of all emotions towards him.

“Do you need something?” I asked politely. I saw him chew his lip the way he would always when he was contemplating something or was nervous. He nodded hesitantly.

“I-I wanted to talk to you. About what I did on stage…do you think we could go out front?” He whispered to me quietly. The way he sounded broken made me feel a little something towards him, something I hadn’t felt in awhile. I didn’t want to think about what that feeling was so I just pushed it back down to where it originally was.

I nodded and held open the door for him, he exited and I followed after him ignoring the stares of Mikey and Ray. I got to the front and saw our bus driver, Ronnie, watching us. He told us that he was in a band but got kicked out, didn’t say for what though. He was a cool dude though. I tunred to him and whispered.

“Gerard and I are going to be out front, don’t leave without us.” He smiled and shook his head.

“Frank even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I need to fill up so take all the time you need.” He assured me. I nodded in thanks and got off the bus looking at Gerard standing there. I leaned against the black bus with our name painted on it in white. I crossed my arms and just stared at him.

“Alright, spill.”

Notes

Hello! Idiot here (im too lazy to write out my whole username) looks like a new chapter :D

Tomorrow i'm seeing Panic! At the Disco so I myself won't be updating till like Wednesday or Thursday.

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