Why had Frank ran off stage? He was doing so well! I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Even though we wasn't exactly on speaking terms, I slipped Bandit off my lap and followed swiftly in pursuit of him. God he could move fast I thought as I excited through the stage door and out into the chilly spring night. I looked around and saw him turning round a corner. I followed at a distance, making sure he didn't see me but he had a sudden burst of speed and I couldn't keep up. I ran to the corner where I last saw him and looked around anxiously. I couldn't see him, but then I heard the sound of a bottle smash in an ally about 30 felt away and ran to the opening just in time to see Frank putting a fragment to his wrist and pulling, leaving a deep, red cut on his arm. I felt a strangled cry leave my throat and before I knew what I was doing I had dropped down beside him and grabbed him, pulling him in close and onto my lap. He cried into my chest, I don't know how long for. I was focused on the way our body's fitted perfectly, and our breathing was mirror as I too started to sob and shake. It was that moment when realisation hit me. I was in love with Frank Iero. The reason I was depressed and drinking again wasn't because of loosing the band, it was because of loosing Frank, the one person who I trusted more than anything. I only knew on thing to say, and as I felt the words slip out of my mouth, they had never sounded so right or appropriate.
"I love you Frankie", I felt him freeze in my arms and he looked up into my eye and I could see where his guy-liner had run. He gazed at me and then, before I knew it, he had pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss. Out mouths worked harmoniously together, and his tongue flicked out across my bottom lip and I opened up to grant his access. His tongue explored my mouth eagerly. I loved the way his hands danced up and down my back.
But then realisation struck me. I was kissing Frank Iero. Frank Iero, the same Frank that had been my best friend for 12 years. I couldn't do this, however much I enjoyed it. I pulled away and wiped my mouth on my sleeve. Frank looked at me, and he seemed to be angry.
"What the fuck was that about!?", he raged. I was shocked as he see,ed to be enjoying it...
"You don't talk to me for 2 weeks and then suddenly you show up and say you love me, kiss me, then pull away, disgusted!", his voice cracked as he began to cry again.
"No! N-n-o! Frankie. It's not like that! It's just. Your my best friend, I've known your for 12 years. It didn't feel right kissing you! However much I enjoyed it! I mean, yeah, we've kissed on stage, but that was completely different!", I was breathing like I had just run a marathon, and I seemed to be panicking. I really didn't want to stop talking to him again. It had broke me.
"What....", his voice seemed slightly dazed.
"Y-yo-you enjoyed it?", his eyes were wide and it made him look a little like a puppy.
I nodded, and to prove my point I grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth. He started to kiss back and then pulled me in deeper, letting me lay him back on the ground. His hands were roaming up and down my back, causing little shivers to flit up and down my spine. I broke the kiss and stated to kiss slowly down his neck and to his collar bone were I started to suck at the soft skin. As I sucked I heard Frank moan and shudder underneath me. I pulled back and looked at the mark appearing on his neck. His handed lifted to ghost over the spot my lips had been just moments before, and he smiled up at me.
"You should really get back, you still have you set to finish", I said seriously.
"Oooor...", he said cheekily, " we could go back to my apartment...", he pulled put his keys and dangled them in front of my face. I grabbed them, before giving him a swift kiss on the check and saying, "sounds like a plan", and getting up and pulling him him to his feet.
We ran back to his car and I jumped in the passenger side, him slipping into the drivers seat and pulling off.
"Umm... Gee...", hearing him say that made my heart flutter, "do you mind if I ask you a question?..." He seemed slightly nervous, but nothing he could say would offended me, so I reached over and stroked him leg.
"Of course... Ask away", I said smiling widely.
"Well... How long have you known your gay. Or bi. Or whatever. I mean your not straight, because your in the car right now. I've known since I was 19, I've just never come out about it... And also... I've always sorta had a thing for you...", he went bright red as he said it and tried not to look at me, and kept his eyes on the road.
"What? Why are we going to your apartment then? I thought it was to play video games!", I tried for a joke but I felt him tense up, "hey hey hey! Just joking!... I don't know... I've never really thought about it... I've always felt happy with Lyn-Z... So I guess I'm bi..."
"Gerard, we shouldn't be doing this", he pulled over and turned the engine off before turning to look at me, "If your happy with Lyn-Z I don't want to get in the way of that."
"Frankie... That's not what I meant...", I undid my seatbelt an crawled forwards, "I really REALLY want to do this."
And then I kissed him. Not for long, just until I felt him relax and all tension leave his body.
"Now carry on driving", I order before sitting back down and strapping back in.

Notes

Sorry I forgot to update yesterday!!