Love Is Insanity

GERARD'S POV:
It was strange how from the tap of a microphone i could silence a whole crowd. We had played the nearly the whole concert, my body aching and sweating, and my heart beating with energy. The building was fairly large to say the least, and the crowd was in awe of us.
Frank was like a bolt of lightning on stage, his hands slamming down at every chord on the guitar. We didn't kiss on stage after the past incident. I guess we preferred for that intimacy to be kept a little more private. We still constantly stared at each other though. Every time i looked at him, he would wink and my cheeks would flush pink. I would feel a rush of tingles surge through me, and my heart go limp from his stare.
"Thank you for being fucking rad Manchester!" I screamed into the mic, the whole crowd cheering and jumping on the heels of their feet. I closed my eyes for a second, letting the beat of 'We Are The Kids From Yesterday' kick in. I let a black whirl of light invade my vision, and saw the stars when i raised my hands up to beckon the crowd to cheer. My eyes then opened up, and i saw that the crowd were buzzing as usual.
"We are the kids from yesterday ladies and gentleman!" And with that, i let the my lips hit the microphone.
The song gave me a chance to release all my energy and emotions that I've experienced over the past months. How i went from down there, to way up high, like right now. It seems like i had been on a roller coaster, and now it was only going up. I carried my heart lightly, as well as my head which i held high. Everything that i'd ever lost or anything that had knocked me down had been walked away from. Now, i can hardly remember the past because of Frank. As soon as he stepped foot into that shitty white wash room, my heart had started beating faster than ever. Now, it beats only for him.
"Thank you thank you! We are My Chemical Romance, and we hope you've had a great night!" I pushed off the mic and turned around to walk off stage, the audience still cheering. We had done it again. A great concert which had made me more happier than ever. There is nothing as great as when your up on stage performing.
"You were amazing." Frank ran up to me as soon as we came off stage, sweating with our breathing heavy. A black curtain ran over the corner of the room to separate each room, and Mikey and Ray had already gone off through it before we could chat.
"You were great too." I smiled and hugged him gently, my head in the crook of his sweaty neck. He smelt of sweat, but also cologne and sweet perfume, almost like a woman. When i pulled back, my lips met his and we kissed gently.
I brought my hand up to the side of his face to cradle it, whilst he stroked my waist. Our kisses were often now very affectionate, like it was our last ever. I felt my cheeks go crimson, and all my clothing suddenly grow way too tight to wear, yet i just carried on sliding my mouth against his. Our mouths became aching, and kisses sloppy. We were tired, but wanted each other badly. We wanted to kiss forever, but there was stuff to do. Our chests remained pressed up against each others when we pulled apart, our foreheads resting on each others. I was panting heavily, sharing the warmth of his fabric as it wrapped around me.
Strangely, i could still feel the taste of him on my lips more than ever before now. He hadn't applied to much pressure, however his whole scent flooded around me.
"You have slimy lips." He giggled.
"Yeah, that's because i'm singing!" I retorted back, swiping his arm mockingly.
We just stayed there for a bit. Actually, i'm not sure how long because everything became a blur. I was just so warm and fuzzy, yet so tired and worn out. I remember my head hitting the pillow, and then the memory that i was on my own tomorrow because the guys were doing a stage set up for their instruments.
"Fucking schedules.." I muttered to myself.
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"Wake up lazy bones!" I heard a all too familiar voice shout into my ear. "Honestly, he's meant to be the one that's prepared all the time."
"I think you've replaced him." I could hear Ray in deep conversation now with the voice that obviously belonged to Mikey. His wake up calls were always the worst, especially the time where he poured a large bucket of icy water over me and got me to clean up afterwards. I would call all of this brotherly love.
"I'm trying to get up." I yawned, and nearly fell of the bottom bunk when rolling over. My arms both now dangled off the bed, and i probably looked an absolute state.
"Look, let me help you Gee." Mikey walked over lazily and heaved me up so i was sitting straight. I was still half asleep though, so i fell back onto his chest laughing.
"Are you on drugs?...because i sw-"
"No i'm not Mikes....just a bit tired." He looked slightly relieved. At least that's the expression i saw on his face when i squinted at his face.
"Well, you'd better get up because were going to head off in half an hour and we want you to see us off." I stood up all of a sudden, forgetting i was only wearing my boxers and nearly tripped over him.
"What? Oh shit!" I opened the drawers underneath my bed and picked out a blue jumper and some black jeans. When i walked out to get changed in the bathroom, i spotted Frank fully clothed in all black and a studded leather jacket. He was staring at me, his eyes wide, me again forgetting that i was only in my boxers.
"U-um s-sorry." I quickly ran into the crammed bathroom and slammed the door behind me to put on my clothes. It was cold in the bathroom, so whilst i shivered, i kept knocking into the sink and shower. I'm guessing Mikey would find this seemingly amusing.
Soon i was finished, and i stepped out of the bathroom slightly less flustered from the previous incident with Frank. He was now sitting on the couch with his backpack on, a cute grin on his face, and his short figure bouncing up and down on the leather.
"How do i look?" I muttered, giving him a little spin whilst i heard Mikey and Ray enter the room.
"Not as good as in your boxers." He smirked, then realizing that we weren't the only ones in the room and swiftly answering again. "I-i mean you look dashing sir." He said, a thick British Accent in his voice. I laughed and kissed his cheek as he opened the door to leave with Mikes and Ray ray.
"Enjoy your little set up with out me!" I called out to them, there figures near to disappearing round the tour bus before they turned round and smiled.
"We will!" I heard Mikey call out before they completely vanished and i was left to close the door and sit by myself for however long.
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It hadn't been too long with me sitting down and staring at the ceiling before i heard my phone ring. I usually didn't get calls, seeing as my contacts list was barely large, but i still managed to have the rare conversation every few months.
"Hello?" I answered into the phone, my head resting on the side of the couch.
"Hello Gerard...long time no speak." I heard a deep voice chuckle from the other side of the line, and immediately shuffled back a bit in my seat. That voice sounded all to familiar...
"Mikey, stop joking around with me, i know it's you!" I tried to stifle a somewhat realistic laugh, but ended up choking on my own shudder y breath instead.
"It's not Mikey fool.......it's Bob. Bob Bryar." My breathing hitched a bit as i heard him announce his identify. Oh god, not Bob! He was a nice enough guy when i last saw him, but the expression on his face when he left the band on private terms was so cold it could melt ice.
I always knew he had left because of us and our personalities. We didn't exactly leave him out...we just ended up getting fed up of his defiance and irritating behavior. Soon, i think he knew he'd been excluded. Now, hearing his stern voice on the other side of the line, made me quake in my boots.
"Bob? Um....hey buddy!" I tried to stay calm, gripping the phone so tight that my fingers were starting to go pale.
"Don't fucking call me buddy, i can hear your tone of voice....your shitting yourself. Know why? Because i left on 'private terms' you exactly know of, involving you and your little fuck buddy group. You thought you were so cool and had your head so far up your ass, but now...you want to hear your voice!" He laughed hysterically through the receiver making me push up against the headrest of the couch more.
"Bob....i never excluded you. Listen, you were never one to suggest any good ideas for the band, or even co-operate in anything as far as the band was concerned. It....it just got to a point where we felt like there was no other way of showing you that we didn't want you in the band..."
"Or you could of just told me straight to my face." Both lines went silent for a bit, and i let the pace of my heart slow down a bit.
"Bob..look i-"
"Don't worry Gerard. I think you've said enough." I heard him shuffle in his seat a bit. "But, let's say if you meet a familiar face today, count that as your problem and not my fault." He chuckled before the line went dead and he had cut off.
My hands shook violently, before their movements slowed down in the firm grasp of my lap and tense figure. I didn't want any familiar face to come by today, especially if they were involved with the past. Anything like that was something i certainly didn't want to experience again.
My phone slid into my jean pocket as i stood up to take a walk outside. Even though the equivalent of wearing a sweater insulated me as much as a top and jacket, today i felt more colder than usual outside. A rush of chills continuously ran over me as i paced the grass and parking lot across from the tour bus. The whole tense atmosphere and previous event gave me the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I was constantly looking back to see the grass blow violently, or a bird take flight hurriedly into the air. It seemed that if someone was following me, they would of caused a sudden movement to the scenery every time i looked back. If so, all of this grass blowing violently would make sense.
"Hello?" I said for around the fifth time since the past ten minutes i had been walking. My head was now spinning, and i swear i had just been walking round in circles with the route i was taking.
"BOO!" I heard a high-pitched squeaky voice shout. A dark haired girl popped up in front of me, her hair high in a bun and her face smothered in red lipstick and eyeliner. She looked around my age and was fairly pretty, with a lip piercing and a nose ring.
Before i knew, she jumped up to hug me in a tight embrace. I slowly hugged back, but rather nervously because she looked all too familiar. When i pulled back, i saw her grin mischievously and play with the buttons of her top a bit. That move triggered an immediate thought of who she was.
"Alex?" I breathed out, looking up and down at the girl again. Alex had always been my nemesis ever since the ending of our relationship. It was never true, and she had gladly admitted that.
You see, in high school, i was never getting girls easily and had only been on few dates. My life was a gradual downward spiral, until Alex came along. She had been so warm and friendly, and even though being secretly gay and wasn't that attracted to her, i still took my chances. We dated for eight months, and she made me the happiest person ever, until that is....the break up.
Things were going perfectly, until one day her friends arrived and confessed that she had been dared to date me for as long as possible. She had played it out pretty well too, with her flirting, and the bewildering fact she stole my virginity.
I felt sinned, and a quick violent force of hate towards her. There was no apology from her either after that...not even any sincerity in her tone after she had mocked my innocence and disheartening inexperienced character in bed. I had cried that night as obvious as it would of been to anyone. I realized that hate was just the beginning for people like that in my mind.
"Ah, you got it right! It's soooo nice to see you again Gee......i was thinking i'd never get to apologize." She was fiddling with her black hair now, looking down a bit so her eyes were looking at me innocently from the flutter of her eyelashes.
"You should of apologized a long long time ago.....bitch." I said the last word with force, and gave a long heave after to release my anger.
"Gee....look. After dumping you and moving on, i came to terms with it...and honestly...i think i'm in love with you. At first, i thought you were kind of pathetic, but then i thought through all your bullshit you were actually a fairly good match for me. So, i'm here wondering if you want to go on a date?" A date? I was dating Frank firstly, and secondly these excuses were far too fake. It hurt me to know that she'd done it as a dare and then came crawling back to me years later with a actual hear. It was too late though, and i was far past the point of remembering the past.
"I don't have time for you, and i have a boyfriend!" I hissed a bit, feeling her tug on my arm a bit and shaking her off. She winced slightly even though i hadn't hurt her, however still stepped up closer to me.
"Aw, c'mon Gee. We can forget about him for today and enjoy ourselves. I me-" Just at that point, my phone starting buzzing, and at just the most relevant time as well.
I looked down at the caller button, and saw it was Frank that was ringing me. I wanted to pick up and not deny it because i was in no mood to upset him, however i was scared if i answered the phone, Alex would start shouting down the line as well. I didn't want Frank to think i was cheating on him, and him getting upset. I would cry, and right now i was near to choking up at the thought of it.
I still pressed the answer button though, and put the phone to my ear.
"Hey Frankie!"

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