Frank's POV

‘Shit, shit shit, SHIT!’ I thought to myself pacing back and forth in the bunk room. All the guys were long awake now so I didn’t have to worry about them popping out of their bunks asking what was wrong, but what I DID have to worry about was that I just told fucking Gerard I fucking had a CRUSH on him!

Of course, I didn’t actually say WHO I had a crush on. I just said it was a ‘straight best friend’ which probably gave away that it had to be someone in the band, considering I was the only gay one. Maybe I should follow Gerard’s advice and tell him that I sort of loved him….. but then again, I bet he would disown me as his best friend, fucking kick me out of band for being so creepy.

Okay, maybe I was over reacting just a tad bit, I mean he encouraged me to tell my feelings to him and if he was a true friend he would understand. I ran my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time, stressing about whether or not to reveal my secret I had been keeping for years. I was breathing heavy, scared fucking shitless. Would I tell him or not?

I jumped when I heard a knock at the door and Mikey’s voice, “Hey Frank, are you ready to get to soundcheck?”

Shit I forgot about that. I guess I’ll have to make the big decision later, besides it required A LOT of thinking about.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll be out in a minute.” I replied hastily, throwing on my stage outfit, which was a white button up shirt with a bullet proof vest.

I slid on my black and white vans, almost tripping as I made my way outside the bunks.

X~X~X~X~X~X

I was sweating playing my heart and soul out on stage, with thousands of fans watching our every move rocking out to ‘You Know What they Do To Guys Like Us In Prison’. I strummed my guitar violently over and over again running around the stage, glancing at Gerard through the parts in my hair admiring his beautiful features. I would run up close to Gerard every few minutes, playing right next to him, leaning on his shoulder, playing with his hair and even kissing him on the cheek, to scare off the homophobes. It was always to scare them off so it meant nothing what so ever to Gerard, who was clueless to my feelings for him. To me though, it meant everything. It was my only time where I could get close to Gerard with me, nor him giving a fuck about what I did.

Today though, I went farther than I ever did. I was playing right by his side, head banging to the music when the guitar instrumental started I don’t know what came over me, but right when it started, I circled around the stage as Gerard screamed out ‘I hope you know this is gonna go down, on your permanent record!’. He walked over to me and leaned on me for a second, I couldn’t take it anymore, he was so sexy and beautiful inside and out that I stopped playing, grabbed him by the shoulders, closed my eyes and forced his lips onto mine. It was only for a brief 3 seconds but I swear I could see stars as we kissed, I couldn’t hear anything from the crowd, only a muffled sound of squeals from the underage teenage girls. And just for a moment I swear, he kissed back before pulling away to continue the song.

I quickly resumed playing, regaining my hearing feeling a bit light headed with butterflies in my stomach. Only after the song did I realize what I had just done. I kissed Gerard fucking Way. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m gonna have a lot of explaining to do, after the show.

I’m fucking dead.