Limits

My eyes scanned the crowd, hands up in the air and people chanting lyrics back to the red head on stage. Beside me Frankie and his band awaited their turn to play to the crowd. Part of me was nervous to the idea of allowing my best friend to perform in front of judge-mental strangers. I glared at a seductive blonde who sauntered over to Frank and stuck her phone number in his pocket.

"Dammit. I need a drink."

I'd spent the last few days on tour with my best friend Frank. He said that photographing his band would finally put me on the map. Recently however my problems included dealing with Gerard. It wasn't that he was rude or disgusting, but he was always drinking something or smoking something. Frank had most recently put me on the job of watching over him.

2 days ago, Gerard reeled out in front of the tour bus. About fifteen minutes later Frank and I found him in some plants. That was the first time I had seen him drunk. The last two days were spent attempting to make him sober. I failed each time however. I'd hide the booze, but he either buy more or find it.

"Go with him." Frank whispered to me. I nodded in understanding and followed Gerard to the bar. He sat down on one of the stools and ordered a drink I didn't know the name. His eyes switched over to me before he scoffed.

"I'm not a baby. I can do things on my own." He testified.
"Not without passing out. You have to go on in fifteen minutes. You can't be drunk." I said.

Gerard rolled his eyes, taking the six shots from the bartender and downed each one quickly. I stared at him in fasicnation. I had never drank before, and I didn't intend on starting. He looked back at me in confusion before rolling his eyes and ordering another.

"How many shots can you take?" I asked.
"12 on a adrenaline night. 8 on a boring night."
"What's tonight?" I asked.
"Both." He responded.

The club lights shone down on the two of us for a only moment, but it was enough for me to see the beeds of loose vodka on his lip. His tongue swiped over them quickly, muttering that you can't waste vodka.He looked around, his eyes scanning over the many women and men dancing.

"That seems uncomfortable." I said looking over at a couple
"Depends on your type."

A small smile appeared on Gerard's face as he leaned against the bar counter.

"What do you mean?"

Gerard looked at me, raising his eyebrows before laughing. I looked back at him in confusion. He waved me off, downing the last shot that remained on the table. He licked over his lips one last time before turning to me.

"J.C... Don't take this the wrong way when I ask this, I promise I'm not a creep, but are you a virgin?"

My eyes widened at his words, but I quickly returned to normal once he turned away waving his hand.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. It was inappropriate.”
“No,” I shook my head. “You have the right to ask questions. I am.. But I’m not a baby.”
“Never said you were.”
Him and I stayed silent for the next few minutes before he began again.

“Some people like dancing like that. It feels good to them.”

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and to my ears. I tried to make it go down by switching to a more approapriate thought, but it was quickly shattered when a soft moan came from the couple dancing not a few feet away from us. It brought a more harsh shade of red to my cheeks. Beside me Gerard laughed.

I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them. He had his eyes trained on me, a playful smirk returning to his face.

“It’s not that you’re a virgin!” He exclaimed. “You’re just a prude. You don’t do anything sexual. It scares you. It makes you uncomfortable.” He laughed.

I pushed him. Part of it was out of my anger and the other half revealing a playful side I hadn’t known existed.

While it was true that I hadn’t much thought about sexual relationships, I wasn’t a prude. At least, I didn’t think I was. Mom always said we were what we made fun of. I never once made fun a of a prude. Maybe mom was wrong. Or maybe I had made from a prude girl just once…

“We better get back before Mikey thinks we ditched the show for something else.”

Sometimes I forgot that Mikey was Gerard’s younger brother. They didn’t appear similar in anyways. Sometimes in fact I forgot that they were all in a band. Most of the time on stage was spent in a quick blur. The only times I really remember are the ones I’ve spent babying over Gerard.

Gerard and I pushed through the thick crowd of bodies. Frank smiled at me seeing Gerard in a sober state. He looked around as the band left the stage.
#-#-#

My eyes stung with the sunlight. Gerard’s light snoring in the bed beside me was slowly bringing me back to conscieness. I looked down at my phone, seeing a post it note attached to the screen. Slowly peeling it off I began to read it.

You got sick, so did Gerard. Mikey thinks someone drugged you. Call me when you wake up. X – Frank.

I stared down at the note in confusion. I hadn’t drank anything. Maybe I appeared sick to Frank. I was most likely dragging Gerard back into the hotel room last night. Usually Frank took the bed next to mine, but this time it was Gerard.

I pulled on my jeans which I had discarded last night. They laid in a pile of my own clothes and trash I had left. Just as I had buttoned the jeans, the hotel door opened. Frank walked in with Bob, observing the scene.

“You need to clean up in here J.C.”
“That’s the maids job.”

All three of us turned to Gerard who slowly began to wake up. He turned to us, looking at us through the thin cracks in the blankets around him.

“What?”

Notes

This is only the first chapter. Nothings really happened yet but I promise something will ! x