Love Is Insanity

FRANKS' POV:
I was being discharged from hospital today, and became more than thankful for it. Even though my leg hurt like hell, it had been put in a loose brace which felt more relaxing and calm on my leg, rather than the tight annoying cast which covered over half of my leg. The doctors made me walk, so they could adjust the size and fit, and congratulated me on recovering so fast.
It was just not the same getting better withought my friends. I would wake up everyday, and accomplish a new task, but i had no one to tell or make me feel proud about it. So as well as me recovering, i was also become more insane by myself. That's when the doctors told me i could visit Gerard and the others at his concert tonight. I think they nearly cancelled my discharge because of how breathless i was becoming, however, i reassured them i was just hyperventilating from excitement.
It wasn't long after they left that i had rummaged for a good outfit, instead of a shabby one. I decided on a school boy shirt, and loose red tie, with some ripped jeans. In the mirror i looked rebellious, and completely like a pesky teenager, however i felt amazing. Words couldn't begin to describe how much i was looking forward to gawking at Gerard up on that stage.
I heard they were wearing their black parade outfits, and i decided to search that up on the net to have a sneaky peek. He looked incredible on my screen, with that tight fitting button up shirt, smooth pale face, and mysterious aura about him. The longer i scrolled down the pictures, the more heated the room i sat in felt, and sweatier my hands and forehead had become.
With these thoughts, it made me slightly nervous at the thought of me seeing him after the show. What if i just lost it and said something stupid. Or got so lost in his pretty face that i leant forward just a bit to far that our lips met. I swiped my tongue across my lips, trying to forget the thoughts i was beginning to feel. Since meeting him, i had become this obsessive thinker, and nervous boy. Around him it was all fine, but inside of me my heart was swelling up, and the blood was rushing around my body, from how much my affections were for him.
I had only just discovered my true thoughts of him before he visited me, so to spend more than an hour with him, especially alone, could be criminal. I laughed at the thought of me just doing something with him there and then in the spur of the moment, and him not regretting it either.
I was clueless of his feelings towards me, however i was sure he was not gay, and even wanted me in that kind of way. It couldn't be impossible for him to feel that way though, so for now i would keep a smile on my face for as long as i knew he didn't love me back. It was probably best that i didn't know anyway.
So i spent the rest of the day learning the lyrics to their songs, which were amazing. I could honestly say they might now be my favourite band, they certainly got me from the first song i listened to by them. The more i listened, the later it got, and soon i was getting changed for my leave. My heart had sped up throughout the day, and soon the blood was pumping around my body. We soon got in the ambulance, and drove our way to the venue, my leg swinging off the chair seat all the way there.
GERARD'S POV:
This was the moment when we would take to the stage for the second time. We could hear the crowd chanting our names, and screaming like vultures. I could guess Frank would be with a guard in front of the barrier, otherwise the crowd would of crushed him. Before we walked on with my spirits on high, we had a group hug, and high fived.
"Your a miracle buddy, and i know your gonna kill it tonight. Go out there and impress the fuck out of Frank!" My cheeks went pink again, but i agreed it was time to just go with it. I think Mikey already knew i liked him more than a friend, and right now, that didn't bother me at all.
"I will Mikes!" He smiled back at me, in the light shining directly of the stage, the blinding colours making him squint. I turned from him, and watched him and Ray charge onto the stage, me waiting for my queue. The sound of their strums began to fill the room, and soon enough i was stepping onto the stage, the crows in a complete uproar. My eyes widened at the crowd staring up at us. They were filling up the center and all of the box stands surrounding the room. Some waved banners with our names on them, some held up flashing glowsticks, and some were crowd surfing before the our show had even started. The whole scenery made my mouth weak from from smiling to hard, and i think if it wasnt for a nudge on the back from Ray, i would of missed my queue. But after the reminder, i grabbed the mic from its frail stand, and swung it to to the side, sending the crowd crazy.
"How are you doing tonight!" The crowd responded with shouts, and i walked over to the left corner of the stage, to look for Frank somewhere. "You guys are fucking wild. But you think you can be crazier than me tonight?" I chuckled in there response, and also because of the fact that i had found Frank. He was standing there, his legs slightly bent because of the wait on his feet. He was smiling up at me, his dimples curling by his chubby cheeks. The brown of his eyes shone up at me, and made me loose focus for some time. I had realised that i was staring at him now, and the rest of the crowd could probably realize.
FRANKS' POV:
He was staring at my face, and i think we were both getting lost in eachothers eyes. My chest was burning at his gaze on me, and i soon turned away slightly, so he could realise the focus he was losing.
Soon he managed to regain himself, and i managed to control my actions, and the fact that my face was boiling. I watched the whole concert like it was a dream, with him strutting around the stage like an animal. He kept pulling on his tight jacket, licking his lips and moaning which made me stiffen more every time. I really needed to stop thinking about him so deeply, because it was doing me, and my clothes no good. I was also embarassed to say that my jeans were becoming more tighter, and shirt more sweatier the more the concert continued. I couldn't imagine what it would be like with me up on that stage, i would probably eat him on the spot.
I watched as the lights and music continued to flicker on and away, with Mikey and Ray killing it on the guitar, and Gerard being his perfect self. I listened to every song like it was the last time i'd hear it, and on the last one, Gerard didn't take his eyes off me.
"Now i have a friend with me tonight, his names Frank. Can we have a cheer please? Now Frank here got hit by a car the other day, for what reason i don't know, however, he is still here three days later, with no cast...just a leg brace." I heard the crowd cheer behind me, and smiles shot my way as i turned back. Gerard was still staring at me as i turned, and i shook my head down with blush tinted on the pale of my face.
For the last song, it felt like he had made it for me. All the words that came from his mouth shot my way, and gave me spasms all over again. I honestly loved him, and wanted to mess him up like he had did to me by just performing.
The concert ended, and my mouth felt sore from singing every lyric. I had learnt all the words to as many songs as i could today at the hospital, and felt proud to be able to sing the words back to him today. The stage curtains were shut, and i made my way backstage to see him. I had heard he was going out after to meet some people, and sign some stuff, so i expected him to not be back soon. At least it would give me time to calm down, and fix the shakiness of my fingers.
GERARD'S POV:
The concert had been great, and the crowd were better than i could of ever imagined. They had sung every word back to me, and the smiles i saw never left their faces. I was exhausted, but still had the energy to see all my fans, and meet some amazing people. I knew how great the fans were from my past experience in the band, and knew that they were the people who changed me. They shaped my future, who i was and how our music would sound to suit every one of their personalities. They had got me out of my depression, and how i used to treat myself and others. As well as Frank, they were like close family to me. Even though i was sweating like crazy, i still was estatic to meet my fans.
"Gerard, Gerard! Oh my god, it's actually you!" A group of girls rushed to my side, and i immediately pulled them into a tight hug, feeling them grin into my shoulders.
"My friends and i love your music so much, and are SO glad you actually got back together! When we found out, i think i nearly broke my bed from jumping to wildly." I laughed abotu how happy her and the other girls were acting. I scratched the back of my neck, and chuckled back in their response.
"Well, i'm certainly glad we got back, and we're glad you came you girls! You were an awesome audience to play with, we couldn't of thought of a better way to come back again." They grinned up at me as i signed some posters, and gave them hugs. I talked with some other people after, and had some great chats. I found out i had saved some peoples life's, and changed them for the better. Some fans brought a tear to my eyes with their stories, and made me smile even more than i had before.
I finished off with the last bunch of girls, who were suprised at my appearance.
"You letting your hair grow out Gerard?" One of them asked, and i grinned back. I hadn't dyed my hair for a while or cut it, so it was starting to go brown now and was becoming fairly long.
"I think i am, i was planning to go for a new look you know. For our new album." That made their faces light up, and begin to speak a bit more. We discussed a bit about our new music, and they really helped me out with the concept of our new album, if the other boys agreed to it. By the time i had finished, i was feeling quite dazed, but overjoyed in happiness. I felt like skipping backstage, and twirling Frank round by his hips. I wasn't going to though, and just needed to regain my composture so i didn't lose it then. I breathed in and out, and stepped through the backstage door.
FRANKS' POV:
My fingers were feeling less chilled now and shaky, as i warmed them up by sliding them across eachother at a fast pace. I had been quite a while, but i guess i was thankful for it. It had tooken me a while enought o calm down, let alone wipe my thoughts about Gerard. I couldn't wait for him to burst through that door. My singing teacher, life-saver, and now close-friend. I guess he would agree that we were close friends now because of everything we'd been through. I'd told him everything, and he had too. I just hoped it was about time to take this friendship to another level.
"Frankie!" Gerard yelled, and came running towards me. He was fairly excited, because of the way he had picked me up and twirled me round as we hugged. I giggled into his neck, and loosened up in his warm grip.
"You were fucking fantastic!" I said, him beaming at me. He was quite sweaty now, and had never looked more attractive up close. The beads of water ran from his forehead, to his dimples, and absorbed themselves at the curve of his soft lips. I sighed inwardly, staring at his entrancing gorgeous eyes, which were starting to make my stomach twist into knots.
"I'm so glad you came, and i'm glad your better." He pulled me in for another hug, but this time it was more affectionate. It was like the one we had shared in the park after we had met, only more meaningful. He had his palms resting on the back of my neck, and holding me close. Whilst my arms were gripping on the back of his top slightly. He moved his head up further into my neck and bit on it slightly, reminding me of the time i did that outside of the building he teached me at. I squealed at his sudden action and the pain that came with it, however, my body was now flushed in heat. I pulled back, and he gave me a cute side smile, which triggered more spasms in my feet to hit me at once.
"U-um yeah...i'm glad im here too." I shuffled my feet, and after looking down at my feet, i swear he had gotten closer to me. If i just lent forward a little, our noses would touch at the tips. "I never knew you were so good like that on stage."
"I never knew you knew all the lyrics to the songs we had tonight." I blushed furiously, and my gaze slanted downwards slightly.
"Well, i got bored at the hospital, and decided to check them out. Your now my favourite band." My hands were shaking slightly, but i couldn't end the conversation with him now, i just had to continue it. When i looked at him again, he looked more nervous. I did notice that the size of his pupils had increased. Does that mean he is attracted to me?
"Anything else you wanna tell me Frankie?" He said in a playful tone, which made me bite back a small groan from the way he had started talking to me. I started thinking of a response, and withought contimplating it, i just blurted it out.
"Yeah. I think you look really attractive in that outfit." The gap inbetween us was getting smaller by the minute, and i could feel the head radiating off his body, which made my heart pump faster. "A-and, you look hot w-when you act like that on stage!" The blood was rushing around my body, and starting to collect on my face. There was no going back from what i had said, and now, i just had to hope he wouldn't hate me.
"Yeah, is that true Frankie?" He smirked, and ran his tongue along his lips slightly, stepping a bit closer to me, sending my body into overdrive.
"Yeah it is true." There's no looking back, theres no looking back. And with that thought, and in the spur of the moment, i met his lips with mine. I pushed them onto him with a slight pressure and want, tasting the coffee and salty flavour that ran over the flesh of his lips. It only lasted a few seconds, and i could tell he was not moving at all. So i pulled back, and the buzz of energy soon left my body. He was staring at me wide eyed, but breathing heavily now, making me feel like i had commited a crime. I suddenly went a dark shade of crimson, and thought of an excuse. But there was nothing i could say.
"U-um, i-im really sorry...I h-have to go!" And on my word i fled from the room, to the music prep room. I burst through the doors, and slammed into the wall, my hands covering my face in shame.
What the hell have i just done, and how much of an idiot can i be?

Notes

Thank you for the many reads! I hope this first ever snippit of Frerard it what you hoped it to be, and i can promise you there will be more in the next chapter <3