On the Tour Bus
Greeted by Darkness
(Frank’s POV)
I know I was probably too harsh on Gerard- he did look really sorry- but how could he forget something so important in my life? I realise that it was Ray who bought the burgers, but Gerard’s the guy I’ve been getting on most with, the person I’ve trusted the most. And now this? Maybe I’m just being melodramatic, but-oh. I kissed him. I kissed him?!?! What the hell was that all about? It was quite nice though, his lips are very soft. But is he even gay? Am I even gay? Wow, I could’ve messed up things big time.
I sighed as I felt my stomach rumbling, and decided to go the kitchen. Glancing at the clock, I realised it was 2:00am. I’d been thinking about Gerard for nearly 4 hours now, and the thoughts didn’t seem to be going away. Opening the kitchen door, I nearly cried at the sight. Today just wasn’t my day. Ham, chicken, tuna, marshmallows- all non vegetarian, all containing animals. Fuck. It’s basically a bloody butchers in here, I thought, turning away. Much to my surprise and confusion, I was greeted by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, and a head nuzzling into my neck.
“Frank.” Sigh, it was him again.
“Dude, get off me!” I nearly shouted, pushing him away from me.
“Frank, please just listen to me,” he begged, gently clinging to my arm. I sighed, deciding to hear him out.
“Yes?”
He ruffled his hair. God it was hot. “Let’s be best mates, get to know each other. I like you Frank, let me be vegetarian for you. Let me throw this shit away.”
I nearly choked. “Sorry? If you throw this ‘shit’ away now, the animals have died for nothing.”
“Frank... you know I’m no good with words. Let’s stop somewhere tomorrow. Get some better food. Maybe we can watch a film together? I know I haven’t known you long, but I want you to be happy, and healthy of course! Please, for the band? Let’s try and be friends?”
I couldn’t explain why, but I felt myself falling into Gerard’s arms. “Sorry for today G, meat’s just hard to be around. I’m not used to it, and no offence, but once sausages have been cooked, everything smells for weeks. It makes me feel sick.”
"I'm really sorry Frank," he said, gently stroking random patterns into my hair, messing up the already-scruffy parting.
An uncomfortable silence eventually engulfed us, and I felt Gerard sigh into my arms.
"Frank... You kissed me earlier. Did it- erm, mean anything? Are you gay- or bi or whatever? I don't care- I-err think I'm gay too. And you know what- I know it's crazy, but you and me, let's give it a go! If you like..."
I mentally swore in my head. Gerard was really cute when he blushed, God this was going to be hard. "G, I'm-I'm flattered! Honestly! But I'm not ready for a serious guy-guy relationship at the moment! I have no idea whether I'm gay or not! It's going to take time to work this out, and I can't have a relationship with you if my hearts not in it. I don't want to break your heart. It's not fair," I spluttered.
Gerard sadly smiled at me, confusing me. "Then let's not make it a serious relationship then," he said slowly. "Let's take it slow."
"Is that what you want?" I questioned in return. "Honesty?"
It was then Gerard's turn to splutter. "N-No."
"Well there we go then," I said, before turning away and walking out of the bus, shouting "I'm sorry, I'll be back later," to anyone who could be arsed to listen.
I was greeted by the darkness and the unfamiliar feeling of my legs giving away. Leaning against the bus for support, I concentrated on my breathing and tried to push away all thoughts from my brain that I was never going to find happiness now. I needed something to put my mind off things- a hug, a smoke... alcohol. Oh yes, alcohol would surely help. After making the decision to try and find the nearest bar, I strongly pushed myself off the bus and made my way to where I could see bright lights.
As I entered the pub, a small sense of relief washed over me. I could finally forget about Gerard and all the malicious, tormenting thoughts that were swimming around in my head. After ordering a large drink, I saw a man strut towards me. I was instantly attracted to them- medium height, short light brown hair, they were pretty hot. I'm definitely gay then, I thought as I felt myself hardening and bit back a small moan. As I felt the drink kick in, the man got closer and closer until our lips touched in a moment of lust and passion.
I know I was probably too harsh on Gerard- he did look really sorry- but how could he forget something so important in my life? I realise that it was Ray who bought the burgers, but Gerard’s the guy I’ve been getting on most with, the person I’ve trusted the most. And now this? Maybe I’m just being melodramatic, but-oh. I kissed him. I kissed him?!?! What the hell was that all about? It was quite nice though, his lips are very soft. But is he even gay? Am I even gay? Wow, I could’ve messed up things big time.
I sighed as I felt my stomach rumbling, and decided to go the kitchen. Glancing at the clock, I realised it was 2:00am. I’d been thinking about Gerard for nearly 4 hours now, and the thoughts didn’t seem to be going away. Opening the kitchen door, I nearly cried at the sight. Today just wasn’t my day. Ham, chicken, tuna, marshmallows- all non vegetarian, all containing animals. Fuck. It’s basically a bloody butchers in here, I thought, turning away. Much to my surprise and confusion, I was greeted by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, and a head nuzzling into my neck.
“Frank.” Sigh, it was him again.
“Dude, get off me!” I nearly shouted, pushing him away from me.
“Frank, please just listen to me,” he begged, gently clinging to my arm. I sighed, deciding to hear him out.
“Yes?”
He ruffled his hair. God it was hot. “Let’s be best mates, get to know each other. I like you Frank, let me be vegetarian for you. Let me throw this shit away.”
I nearly choked. “Sorry? If you throw this ‘shit’ away now, the animals have died for nothing.”
“Frank... you know I’m no good with words. Let’s stop somewhere tomorrow. Get some better food. Maybe we can watch a film together? I know I haven’t known you long, but I want you to be happy, and healthy of course! Please, for the band? Let’s try and be friends?”
I couldn’t explain why, but I felt myself falling into Gerard’s arms. “Sorry for today G, meat’s just hard to be around. I’m not used to it, and no offence, but once sausages have been cooked, everything smells for weeks. It makes me feel sick.”
"I'm really sorry Frank," he said, gently stroking random patterns into my hair, messing up the already-scruffy parting.
An uncomfortable silence eventually engulfed us, and I felt Gerard sigh into my arms.
"Frank... You kissed me earlier. Did it- erm, mean anything? Are you gay- or bi or whatever? I don't care- I-err think I'm gay too. And you know what- I know it's crazy, but you and me, let's give it a go! If you like..."
I mentally swore in my head. Gerard was really cute when he blushed, God this was going to be hard. "G, I'm-I'm flattered! Honestly! But I'm not ready for a serious guy-guy relationship at the moment! I have no idea whether I'm gay or not! It's going to take time to work this out, and I can't have a relationship with you if my hearts not in it. I don't want to break your heart. It's not fair," I spluttered.
Gerard sadly smiled at me, confusing me. "Then let's not make it a serious relationship then," he said slowly. "Let's take it slow."
"Is that what you want?" I questioned in return. "Honesty?"
It was then Gerard's turn to splutter. "N-No."
"Well there we go then," I said, before turning away and walking out of the bus, shouting "I'm sorry, I'll be back later," to anyone who could be arsed to listen.
I was greeted by the darkness and the unfamiliar feeling of my legs giving away. Leaning against the bus for support, I concentrated on my breathing and tried to push away all thoughts from my brain that I was never going to find happiness now. I needed something to put my mind off things- a hug, a smoke... alcohol. Oh yes, alcohol would surely help. After making the decision to try and find the nearest bar, I strongly pushed myself off the bus and made my way to where I could see bright lights.
As I entered the pub, a small sense of relief washed over me. I could finally forget about Gerard and all the malicious, tormenting thoughts that were swimming around in my head. After ordering a large drink, I saw a man strut towards me. I was instantly attracted to them- medium height, short light brown hair, they were pretty hot. I'm definitely gay then, I thought as I felt myself hardening and bit back a small moan. As I felt the drink kick in, the man got closer and closer until our lips touched in a moment of lust and passion.
Not really enjoying this story line, but live and let live eh.
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