Sleep [Gerard Way]

"I'll be back." Gerard assured, crawling out of his bunk sluggishly with a pack of tobacco in his hand. Gerard and yourself had been friends for nearly a year, and finding you on or around on the My Chemical Romance; Warped Tour bus wasn't a rare sight. Gerard had never indicated any sign towards you that he thought of you anything but a close friend throughout that time. Frank Iero had always been clearly more 'friendly-affectionate'. You nodded just as the bus door gently shut behind him, you attention not drifting from the late night Seinfeld reruns that were playing on the boxish TV that you weren't really interested in.

It was a late night, and for once- nearly everyone was back on the bus. Everyone except for Gerard. While Gerard was off for another cigarette, Frank snuck in next to you on the small leather couch. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" you grinned at him, nudging your elbow into his ribs as he stretched his arm to sling over your shoulders with a lazy groan."Nothing," Frank smirked, leaning even closer. "Just wanted to see if you'd like to go for a walk with me, seeing as everyone is asleep and nobody knows where Gerard goes."

"Isn't it a bit late for that?" you asked, nodding towards the clock hanging over the 'bus rules' which read '1:23AM'. "Right." he sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. although you tried to dismiss the ever present awkwardness of the position, the slight discomfort of nerves were still avid. "Day off tomorrow, have you got any plans?" he asked, drowsiness clear in his tone. "Nope, might just sleep all day." you replied, wearily. You felt Frank nod on your shoulder and then the weight of his head slowly get heavier. He readjusted himself until, like a baby- his head was resting in your lap and eventually he was sound asleep.

With Frank asleep in your lap, your eyes fell in and out of focus and your breath became heavy. You wondered where Gerard actually went when he was off on his 'cigarette walk' as you liked to call it. He always went alone and bizarre hours of the night, and you never questioned it from the start. Everyone had their habits and you figured that was one of Gerard's. You then think to ask Frank when he wakes up, since they were always close. 'What if he's meeting up with someone?" you thought to yourself. You didn't know if it was because it was late and emotions were always erratic late at night, or if it was genuine worry. If he was meeting with someone they would have to be in another band. 'Stop worrying, he's probably just walking around the venue.' you assured yourself.

You too were being swallowed by sleep when you heard the bus door be opened, and you became aware of cigarette stench. You knew it was Gerard. He sighed heavily as he made his way through the bus to his bunk. You considered slipping out from under Frank to have a conversation with Gerard, seeing as you knew he wouldn't get to sleep until at least 4am as always- but you felt too heavy, weary and comfortable to move a muscle. Soon enough you joined Frank in the complete state of dreaming.

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