Love Is Insanity

GERARD'S POV:
I knew all too well that Amsterdam was going to be great. The whole trance of it when we entered its dock filled us with excitement. Mikey was the only one to object us being in this mood however, mocking us that is was the capital for legal drug-use and dealing. Maybe next time i could consider inviting Bob here and getting him completely stoned.
"Where's the concert tonight then?" Frank was skipping ahead of us, down the ragged streets of Amsterdam, past the canals. Someone had obviously given him a boost in the last three days because of how ecstatic he was acting. I wasn't complaining however.
"You really need to check the tour schedule more often sugar." Moving my legs the slightest pace quicker, i jogged up to his side and laced my fingers with his. How could i find Frank annoying? He was quite the dunce at times, not that i didn't enjoy him being fairly ridiculous. I only really got on with people who didn't always know what they were doing, but had some joy in the fact that they had no knowledge in their actions.
Sometimes it seemed we were taking risks, like our tour. It was all experiments though, risky and fun. If i took everything seriously then the performing on stage would be exhausting. Not in the normal way. It would feel like i was forcing a group of mechanical robots to perform tasks they were not comfortable with, just wrong.
"You wanna go somewhere before tonight?" Ray was behind us with Mikey, hand in hand together. It seemed with the way his head craned forward to speak to us, he thought we would pay no attention to his concern. Perhaps it was because of how close we were, or our goofy smiles at each other as we paced past the river side.
"Oh sorry-" I apologized, head turning back, my fingers twisting against Franks' palm "What about....."
"Vondelpark?" Mikey replied from behind, a big paper map splayed in his hands. Mikey was never one to come prepared, or even be the reason to interrupt a persons words because he had discovered the sole of the problem. Now, it seemed his knowledge was improving, including his dialect which was less rude.
"How on earth did you get that?" Ray drew his head back to stare at Mikey wide eyed "I'm with you most of the time."
Me and Frank drew in a breath to stop from laughing.
"Doing you know what with Mikey." Frank sniggered sending Rays' face into a series of florescent glows.
"No, no!" Mikey jumped in, the map now creases in the fold of his left hand "I actually just got it from that sign post back at the dock....sheez Frank."
"It's all encouraged from Gerard." Rays' voice is somewhat mocking me now as he and Mikey relate to the discussion. Honestly, he has become a bad influence on him. It's probably something i should get used to though, after all i'm use to being mocked.
"Your actions, Mikey, are encouraged from Ray." Frank retorted to my pleasure. This time it wasn't me who had to argue with them.
"How?" Ray was so innocent that it was funny to watch him become naive. It was like any human would be if they were accused of murder, or at least him. He would not defend himself but simply accept the fact that no one believed he was doing justice.
"You didn't object to Mikey picking that Map off the floor." Frank answered. We were on the path away from the canals now near to the park, which i could see, sprouting green above the fifth tarmac hill in front of us.
"That map was clean." Mikey said, his volume louder.
"Can't be sure about that smart ass."
"Your implying it has some kind of drugged-up chemical on its front?" We both sniggered again at Mikeys suggestion.
"Mmmaybe..."
"You want me to fucking sniff it and show you it doesn't!"
"Now that would be funny!" Frank was leaning against the wall now, the view to the park now right next to us. Only a few steps before we could enter those gates and face a smell full of weed killer and fertilized mud.
"I'll smell it." Mikey repeated twice, his face was now looking down at the map, only inches from his nose.
We waited a bit, more for the anti-climatic side than anything. Mikeys naivety led him to thinking that the small scrap of paper in front of him was going to eat him alive.
"Ok...here i go." Mikey brought the paper to his nose, pushing it right against the skin and taking in all of its scent. His eyes rolled backwards a bit, probably fooling with us because it wasn't going to affect him...
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We were wrong...
Now we sat in the park, the certain smell of mud filling our nostrils, the toxic scent of chemicals probably sitting in Mikeys nose.
Turns out there was something there which worried me deeply. How could something like that turn out to be so much of a coincidence?
"Listen Gee, he'll be fine for the evening. It'll wear off." Franks' thumb was stroking over my knuckles gently. The whole situation seemed like i shouldn't be concerned. Probably the reason because it would wear off at the evening. What if it didn't though?
At the moment i was concerned. Mikey was behind us, Ray watching over him. He was prancing around a thick trunk tree, his arms flying everywhere (Still attached to his body of course....and he has only two arms.) He seemed to be shouting something about 'unicorns' as he made his way in circles around the grass.
"Guys." Ray said running over from the previous patch of grass where he was panicking. Mikey was still prancing, however not around the tree but more near us. Frank stood up, his hand still in mine. "Mikey is NOT OK."
That was the time when i shouldn't of been laughing, Frank neither. It couldn't be helped. The oxygen seemed to flood out of my lungs, my laughing breathy. It was like breathing in crumbs, flaky, tickling on the back of your throat. Watching Mikey's eyes flail backwards and his lips pucker inward preparing to bellow out some more ridiculous speech.
"You laughing?" Ray stepped forward more, our laughter increasing. "I have no fucking idea what to do with him okay!"
"Well.." Frank seemed to answer in a more calming tone. "Lets keep him offstage tonight before we go on the plane, best to keep caution...right?"
"I guess..." Ray looked back at Mikey, his hand now on his arm. Mikey was like how Frank was in the morning, all giggly and hyper. "Mikey, Mikey! Calm down!"
"W-what?" Mikey was actually speaking properly, apart from the slight wobble to his tone. Now Frank looked as concerned as Ray, his hand slipping from mine and to Mikey's shaky arms.
"We should get some early tea, then......then get to the venue nice and early." Frank spoke slowly. Then it seemed Mikey was listening, his head bopping up and down to the syllables of his words. Frank knew what he was doing sometimes. Maybe it took some time to repeat that in my head, although i trusted him. Everything should of seemed simple to respond to, hopefully this was it. Amsterdam wasn't a place we knew, although i wish i looked up on it a bit better.
"Righty-ho!" Mikey had already began walking in some unknown direction which would certainly not lead to a restaurant. It felt like his primary mission was to walk into the tree or knock down a small child rather than head the right way to get some food. At the moment i could guess he was seeing stars and attempting to follow them.
"Frankie." I looked down at his pale face, weak smile and glowing eyes. His beautiful personality and beautiful face felt far odd in a situation like this. Ray running after Mikey and bringing him back to us so we could get dinner; me and Frank staring at each other like idiots.
"I got him, i got him!" Ray breathed out as we made our way to the gate, leaving the glowing green atmosphere. "Lets make sure he gets some nice tuck so he isn't mad by morning!"
"Lets fucking hope so!" I sighed, looking behind me for the others to follow.
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"And wrap that up in foil, tie it with ribbon and give it to a child on Christmas!" Frank shouted as we came off the stage after the show. Lights were shining bright off stage, the reason for it was probably to keep us awake.
The show was awesome, as good as usual. Frank knew what he was doing, me complimenting him every second on stage. The audience knew too that we were together. The internet, as well as our actions on stage proved too well what was going on behind the curtains.
"You up for flying?" I joked to the guys.
"What literally?" Frank grinned.
" No silly!" I prodded his arm, the usual tingle running through me when we touched, then my lips on his to peck them. "Your such an idiot sometimes!"
"Says the one who chose to put up with me." He answered, kissing me back.
"Well.." I answered as he pulled back. "Seems like you're never wrong!"

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