On the Tour Bus
Vegetarian?
“Going on tour,” Frank said to himself in the band’s studio, “wow.” He flinched as a cold hand touched his shoulder, but then relaxed as he heard his band mate’s cool voice.
“Excited Frank?” Gerard beamed at his friend as Frank nodded. “Good,” he said as he sat down on a spare chair.
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(Gerard’s POV)
Diary,
It was our first night on the tour bus, and we were heading off on a long journey to our first gig. As a celebration for the start of the tour, Ray had bought us all burgers and fries from MacDonald’s. I was sat on the sofa eating them when I noticed Frank isolated in the corner of the room, not touching his food. He’s normally cheerful, but he’d just suddenly turned really depressed. I’d gone over to him to see what was wrong.
“Hey Frank,” I said, placing a gentle hand on Frank’s knee and stroking it slightly.”You’ve got to eat, to keep your energy up for tomorrow night. What’s wrong?”
He turned away from me before answering. “You forgot, didn’t you?” I mentally kicked myself for not knowing what he was talking about, and making those deep brown eyes full of disappointment. Frank sighed, and his breath tickled my neck, distracting me. “I’m vegetarian,” he said, throwing his burger –still wrapped up- into my lap, before he turned away again and placed his head in one of his hands.
“Oh crap Frank I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “Fuck I’m insensitive,” I sighed, looking with a horrified expression at the beef burger in my lap. How could I forget? I knew being a vegetarian meant a lot to Frank, and I’d just messed things up. As per usual. After groaning at my now-hopeless life, I asked if he wanted me to go back to MacDonald’s to get something vegetarian, to which he shook his head.
“Please Frank, you have to eat,” I said, suddenly overwhelmed by guilt. I was the first one Frank had told about being vegetarian, through fear of what the others would say. He thought they would consider him ‘less masculine’ if he didn’t eat meat.
“Sorry... I've just lost my appetite now,” he said, wrinkling up his nose at the smell. It was rather cute.
“Don’t you dare apologise to me! This is my fault... hey, Frank, here’s a thought. Would it help if I was vegetarian too? You never know, I might be able to get Mikey to be too, he’s one awesome guy.”
He didn't answer, but instead slowly leant in and pressed his lips against mine. I gasped and he pulled away. “You only want to be vegetarian to get into my pants.” And with that, he went to bed.
“Excited Frank?” Gerard beamed at his friend as Frank nodded. “Good,” he said as he sat down on a spare chair.
* * * * *
(Gerard’s POV)
Diary,
It was our first night on the tour bus, and we were heading off on a long journey to our first gig. As a celebration for the start of the tour, Ray had bought us all burgers and fries from MacDonald’s. I was sat on the sofa eating them when I noticed Frank isolated in the corner of the room, not touching his food. He’s normally cheerful, but he’d just suddenly turned really depressed. I’d gone over to him to see what was wrong.
“Hey Frank,” I said, placing a gentle hand on Frank’s knee and stroking it slightly.”You’ve got to eat, to keep your energy up for tomorrow night. What’s wrong?”
He turned away from me before answering. “You forgot, didn’t you?” I mentally kicked myself for not knowing what he was talking about, and making those deep brown eyes full of disappointment. Frank sighed, and his breath tickled my neck, distracting me. “I’m vegetarian,” he said, throwing his burger –still wrapped up- into my lap, before he turned away again and placed his head in one of his hands.
“Oh crap Frank I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “Fuck I’m insensitive,” I sighed, looking with a horrified expression at the beef burger in my lap. How could I forget? I knew being a vegetarian meant a lot to Frank, and I’d just messed things up. As per usual. After groaning at my now-hopeless life, I asked if he wanted me to go back to MacDonald’s to get something vegetarian, to which he shook his head.
“Please Frank, you have to eat,” I said, suddenly overwhelmed by guilt. I was the first one Frank had told about being vegetarian, through fear of what the others would say. He thought they would consider him ‘less masculine’ if he didn’t eat meat.
“Sorry... I've just lost my appetite now,” he said, wrinkling up his nose at the smell. It was rather cute.
“Don’t you dare apologise to me! This is my fault... hey, Frank, here’s a thought. Would it help if I was vegetarian too? You never know, I might be able to get Mikey to be too, he’s one awesome guy.”
He didn't answer, but instead slowly leant in and pressed his lips against mine. I gasped and he pulled away. “You only want to be vegetarian to get into my pants.” And with that, he went to bed.
Not really enjoying this story line, but live and let live eh.
3/4/15