Give Me Blood

It was nearly time for Frank to go on stage and he had to meet up with his band first. He left his tour bus, Gerard following behind him, in the direction of the stage. The rest of the band stood there already, waiting. They were chatting amongst themselves and Gerard thought they seemed nice enough. There wasn't any time left to introduce them to him, but they asssured him they all knew who he was, chuckling and winking. Gerard laughed along with them and then followed them side-stage, where Frank had invited him to stay and watch the show. Meanwhile, the level of nervousness in the whole backstage area was rising. The loud cheering of the fans could be heared, they were chanting Frank's name, getting impatient. For a brief moment, Gerard considered joining in the chanting for fun but decided against it, because he would totally embarass himself. Instead, he chose to just smile at Frank encouragingly, who smiled back, before turning around and heading out onto the stage, followed by the band. As they made their appearance, the cheering of the crowd grew impossibly louder. Time flew unbelivably fast for Gerard, as he watched and listened to Frank. About half way through the set, he was startled by a heavy hand, landing on his shoulder unexpectedly. Shocked, he turned around, finding himself face to face with a grinning Bert McCracken.
'Fancy seeing you here, Gee', he shouted over the music to a surprised looking Gerard, who should have seen it coming, The Used was the headlining act of this tour, after all. He just didn't expect to meet Bert, of all people, because he was preoccupied with worrying about meeting Frank.
He was unsure of how to react. He hadn't spoken to Bert in ages, the last time he had, they weren't exactly on good terms. They've had this huge fall out, when they used to be good friends, true, but this was so long ago, Gerard had long forgotten about it, he could barely even remember why they did go their separate ways, back then. He didn't know how Bert saw this, though.
Judging by his smile, which looked sincere, he meant it when he shouted 'You look good. Way better then when I last saw you'. Gerard didn't question this, he wasn't really sure when that was. Instead, he let himself return the smile and they hugged each other. They remained silent for the rest of Frank's set, standing next to each other, but watching the events on stage. At one point, Frank dedicated a song, saying 'This goes out to a very special friend of mine, who I have missed so fucking much!', turning around and throwing a wink into Gerard's general direction, who felt his heart beat spead up considerably, before starting to play 'Joyriding'. Gerard wondered, whether Frank could read his mind, because he somehow, magically knew that this was his favorite song. He enjoyed it a lot, grinning subconsciously, while watching Frank perform. He could have admired the sound and the view all day. He really missed sharing the stage with Frank and also his brother and Ray, but, well, mostly Frank, more than ever. But all good things come to an end, or so they say, and Frank was already thanking the audience, who were cheering madly, and started to slowly make his way backstage, the rest of the band following behind. Gerard was on a high from the concert he had just had the honor to witness and his grin matched Frank's megawatt smile, as he ran towards him, after handing his beloved guitar to a crew member. Gerard opened his arms for yet another hug and Frank almost squeezed the live out of him, lifting him just a few centimetres above the ground, which is remarkable, considering how much shorter he is in comparison. Gerard didn't seem to care, though, beaming at him and praising his friend. They broke apart, after they heared Bert McCracken, who still stood beside Gerard, let out an awkward cough. He was understandably confused by this show of affection. It was nothing new, but something he thought was definitely in the past and he wouldn't ever see it again. And he didn't even mean their excessive stage-gay act, which surely really lay behind them, but their friendship in general. After the breakup of My Chem, he didn't expect them to ever be the same again and be as close as they used to be. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't see Frank slowly looking from Gerard to him and back to Gerard and he was startled when he felt an icy glare directed at him and looked up, straight into the eyes of a pissed looking Frank Iero, who had even taken a step back from Gerard, who could only look between them both with a bewildered expresssion.

Notes

Well, enjoy.
I have a week full of exams behind me and another one ahead, cheers.
Also, I need an alarm tone that will actually wake me up and motivate me to get the fuck up. Help!? :D