Love Is Insanity

FRANK'S POV
I lent across the barrier of our private ferry, my hands skimming along the waves of water. Gerard was standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel him grinning into my shoulder as i lent down once again taking him down with me to push my hands into the icy liquid rushing past us.
Last night was a bigger rush for us then we'd ever had before. Even though we had enough days before our next concert started, our reserved ferry had a set time limit for us to use. We were on a long waiting list, and if we were late, they would leave with another set of people.
I'd never been on a ferry before, not even a private one to everyone's surprise. It felt weird to have lunch made for you, and staff running around all for your pleasure. It was usually all i did for my parents when i was back in Belle vile. I was always playing the servant whilst everyone sat back. Even some days i would miss lunch because of everything i was forced to supply for them.
"I've only ever been on a small wooden boat before." I shouted to Gerard, the wind rushing past us. "I used to go fishing with my dad before everything fell apart.....it was nice."
I felt him grin into my shoulder again, his arms tightening around my waist, pulling me back to kiss at my neck. If we weren't in such of a scenario where Ray and Mikey were round the corner of the ferry, i would of pushed him up against the railings. Everything now was filled with lust.
"Some things will never make sense Frankie. You are better than to be treated like you were, i know what you think." He mumbled into my neck, sloppy kisses being left everywhere over my collar.
"I think i understand it now.....everything was preparing me for this." I shuffled around slightly to catch his lips with mine. We kissed slowly and passionately, his hands holding me gently against the railings as the tide washed by. My cheeks flushed a warm pink as he drew one hand up to cup the side of my face. We pulled back slowly enough to see our pupils enlarge as we opened them. Everything now was filled with lust.
"Hey Frankie?" He asked, his forehead against mine, my entire focus on him. "Meet me by the balcony on the west wing at ten tonight?"
"Whatever you say."
"Is that a yes?" He tilted his head a bit, making mine shift too. I giggled slightly, feeling like a silly teenager in a romantic love scene. He looked so gorgeous by the sun, red hair dragging across his face, hazel eyes glistening. It all felt to unreal to be realistic.
"Whatever you say." I answered again.
"See you tonight then sugar." He pecked my lips swiftly. "Wear something pretty." He winked before swinging himself round the corner by one of the railings.
The sky felt all too blue now as i looked back up across the sea. The gulls flew all too high and the sea seemed restless. I wasn't used to such beautiful scenery. Everything in my world seemed to dull and quiet, but this was more of a fantasy. Now any second a pink unicorn would fly up behind me and whisk me off to the rainbows.
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"Gerard?" I peered round the corner of the west wing to see Gerard leaning against the rails, starting out at the view.
The day had been peaceful, mainly by myself. Maybe Gerard wanted some alone time from me, this i didn't know why. I think i had to understand that though, i couldn't always be attached to him. It was best to reflect on how weird it felt not always being by his side. That loss made me want to run into his arms as i watched him on the west wing.
He looked lonely with his eyes set on a blank space. Anyone could see this would of been his usual look when he was back in Belle vile. I'm glad it didn't stick with him although he had to use it so much.
"Gerard!" I ran over to him, his body turned round quickly to see me. "I'm on time!" I hugged him tightly before pulling back and staring up at him.
"You look dashing sugar." He was grinning, eyes helplessly fluttering over my loose fitting suit in a daze. Luckily i had managed to find it in the back of the cupboard of my room. It looked a bit dusty but everything i wore would end up looking that way no matter how new it was.
"Thanks Gee.....you brought me here because?"
"Oh yeah, shit sorry." Scurrying off, he came back with a guitar and a pad with a pen. It was all very questioning of what he wanted me to do, however i knew the guitar had something to do with me playing it.
"Could you play this....and i sing?" He took one of the long deckchairs from the side and brought it over for the both of us to sit on. After he sat down his legs started cringing inwards, probably with nerves.
"Isn't it ten at night though?"
"That's why i chose the west wing. It has newly built in sound proof walls so the boys wont here us....even if they do i don't give a shit." I laughed at his comment, taking the guitar from him. He knew how to make jokes even at the darkest of nights, or tiresome of moments.
"Right so.....should we try out Helena." He shifted a bit in his seat so he was facing me, pale face glowing in the stars.
"Ok, i did learn it backstage once." My fingers found there way into position, my legs fighting around with each other to get comfy
"Ready?"
"Ready when you are."
We played the whole song, his voice sending chills down my spine. I had a voice but i knew it would never get me anywhere. Teaching was more of a punishment for me because i knew all plans would fail. Playing guitar was more of my skill, plus learning it from my granddad helped. It now felt like an easy drift when i picked up a rhythm. It was nice to know exactly what i was doing and be able to cope with playing it with ought complaining.
Gerard had obviously learnt from people, as well as being gifted for it. His voice was as sweet as sugar, but the edgy notes he produced were as sharp as spice. It all eventually came together as we reached the second chorus. The whole melody became more of a usual song that would constantly buzz around in my head. Everything gradually paced up until it ended with a smash.
"Your something else." Gerard breathed as he ended the long chord at the end.
"You are." I breathed back, my fingers sweaty and slightly achy from playing.
"No, i think you are." He retorted.
"I love you."
"I love you more!"
"No i love you more!"
"Listen, i think your underestimating my feelings."
"I think your underestimating mine."
"I think we'll agree to disagree.....agreed?"
"Agreed." I laughed, my head now in his chest.
Everything felt weird. The fuzzy feeling in my chest, the buzz tingling in my fingers, and Gerard staring at me. How long had we been together? I think i lost track of the time even though i was made to keep on schedule, especially now that we were touring. It didn't matter now, i could have him all to myself. Mikey would have to find a way around me to make him leave me. In the least creepiest way, i couldn't leave him.
I felt attached and extremely aware of his presence no matter what situation we came into. I would count that as a positive, however others would class that as inhuman and clingy. It just felt right.
Everything was know filled with lust...
Or so it seems...

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