Love Is Insanity

FRANK'S POV:
We'd finished the concert, me sweating on the couch of the tour bus, Gerard wheezing along with me.
"Their crazy!" He puffed.
"I know right? Only took one stop onto that stage before they were flinging their underwear and everything at me." Gerard laughed as i looked back at him, smoke flying everywhere as i took a puff from my cigarette.
"Thank yourself lucky they didn't chuck a glass bottle at your head!" He replied.
"Really?" I was breathing in a hiccup of laughter, realizing it would probably come out as a choky wheeze instead of a cruel chuckle. "Bet that'd knock the life out of you!"
"Only make me unconscious..." He trailed off. It was true, he'd had way more experience on the stage then me, he knew everything. He'd probably had all sorts happening in his gigs and met all sorts of people.
"What's the craziest thing that's happened to you?" I looked into his eyes, my head shifting on the leather, kill stick hanging from the side of my lips.
"On tour?" He grinned. "Ever?"
I nodded.
"Umm....well." Gerard shifted a bit more in his seat to get a good view of me before continuing. "We were coming out of a hotel one day and a bird just started pecking the shit out of my head, like i didn't know what the hell his problem was!"
"Physcho fans in bird form." I grinned.
"I love em' anyway."
"Sure ya do!" I took another puff from my cigarette, lifting it from my lips, Gerard managing to snatch it from me and take a drag from it.
"Fuck you." I murmured.
"Fuck me?" He smirked, corners of his mouth curling up against the cigarette.
"You wish baby." I sniggered back, flirting was becoming my number one specialty.
Minutes passed, smoke flying around the room, sweat curling down my cheek to soak my clothes. I could feel him sneering next to me still, his shoulders kept rising up and down heavily like a buzz of thoughts were jolting through him like light rays. As i said, you could tell he had much experience on the stage, i'd heard about it but not fully witnessed it. It was something about his knowledge and not the fact one might have wrinkles and a grey scalp from the age of wiseness.
"Hey, have you got anything to show me from your previous tours?" I pushed back on the couch a bit so i could get a better view of the room and television. Everything looked pretty dim and bleak at the moment, like a black and white film.
"Yeah, think so." He moved toward the cabinet by the tv, shifting on one foot to reach higher. "Think it's here.....the Black Parade Is Dead one."
I waited a bit longer for him to push back down from the shelves and shove a cd straight into the slot before clicking play. It was all fast motions and excitement all of a sudden like there was an urge to prove something miraculous.
"Excited are we?"
"Just a bit." He giggled as he got back in his seat, hoodie now draped over his hair, arm loosely around my shoulder. "Should be some fun."
I hummed back, continuing to watch the film play. It was long, certainly, not one moment i yawned though. It felt all too awesome and made me upset i wasn't on that stage to play with him. He looked so alive, not like he did now. He was still enjoying it, but it was the pure ecstasy of ripping off the hospital gown and marching around the stage, black hair and stiff jacket that dragged me in.
The music was continuous, it seemed even in speeches and announcements it would never stop, the constant pat of the drum ringing in my ears. The stage was fairly big, compared to the arena which was huge. Lights were buzzing everywhere when the camera flickered to it, the shine reflecting of Gerard's greasy hair and pale white face paint.
"I love a good old show." He giggled halfway through, eyes tilted downwards, hiding somewhat disappointment. It was no doubt he missed it, hopefully we could return to that arena one day.
"This is fucking beautiful Gee, don't make me cry." My head was resting on his chest, speaking into his damp t-shirt as i watched the hyped figure dance around the stage once again.
"I swear i was on some sort of supreme adrenaline there, fucking wild and loose letting."
"Sure looks like it!" We continued to watch all the way through to the end, not moving a inch, eyes locked closely on the screen. Gee missing it me moved by it. When i looked back at him occasionally i would get this jolt of happiness that this guy was mine, a figure like no other, no other figure like him.
"That was fun, felt like i was up there myself." A laugh made its way through my mouth as i watched him eject the disk and look around for a bit. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just good memories y'know? Might dye my hair black again and prance around like the fucking idiot i am."
I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, placing a small kiss to the back of his ear, wet and hot.
"Hey, your my fucking idiot doofus!" I looked up at him through my bangs, trying to make out whether he was holding back tears or laughter. "Buy me one of those jackets?"
"Fuck off!" He joked.
"No i'm deadly serious, i'll even wear it naked if that's what you go for." His eyes looked away for a second.
"I'd like that." He stopped for a second. "I'll see if i can dig one out."
"Result!" I fisted the air, hearing him chuckle as he turned to the cabinets to put back the cd.
I'm gonna wear that fucking jacket out till it's in seams, trust me.

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