Part Two
Gerards POV

-Flashback-
'Too much, too late or just not enough of this,
Pain in my heart, for your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again'

My heart is about to beat out of my chest, my hair is plastered to my face with sweat, and the noise is almost deafening. I fucking love it. The crowd is amazing tonight, everyone of the fans are screaming along to the lyrics with their hands in the air and I think...yep, that's a mosh pit forming.

'To your room, what they ask of you,
They'll make you want to say,
"so long, well I don't remember,
why remember you?"'

My legs wont stop moving. The entire stage is ours. I can't stop. I don't want to stop. Haha! What the fuck is Frankie doing?! I decide to kind of jump and skip over to him and join in what ever he's doing. God he looks amazing tonight. I've got this funny feeling inside that I can't get rid of when I'm with him. It's a coincidence. Right? Probably just excitement. Yeah. Ohmygod his face is moving closer to mine. What is he doing?!

"Kiss me, the fans will go mad."

He moves his face away and his eyes twinkled like they always do. The realization of what he said only just clicked and I'm sure it's a joke. My smile is even bigger now. It was a joke. I laugh it off and walk to the other side of the stage.

'Woah, do you have the keys to the hotel?
Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire, fire'

My hair is really starting to fuck me off. This has to be the millionth time I've had to push it out of my face. I swear to fucking God I'm getting a hairband. I look over to Frank but he looks...disappointed? Maybe he was serious...just for the fans right? I run over to him, and grab his sweaty hair and force his face towards mine.

Oh God.
Time has literally stood still. The feeling inside has spread all over my body and through my finger tips. It feels like a million fireworks have been let off inside me and I can't stop it. Its magical and exciting and new and I can barely think. There is nothing else in this world, just me and Frank. The noise has stopped but I know the crowd has just gotten louder. He wraps his beautiful, tattooed arm around my waist and stops playing. His lips are so soft and they move perfectly with mine, in sync, they just, fit ya'know? His arm starts to slowly move down my back but I know I have to move away soon before it turns into a full blown make out session. Why they fuck am I enjoying this so much? I literally have to push him away and force myself to carry on singing. He stumbles back a bit then continues playing, with an adorable smirk on his face and a sparkle in his eye. He turns to face me, oh god he just winked at me then continues to thrash his head around throwing sweat into the crowds.

'life is but a dream,
for the dead...'

-4 hours later-
Mikey mumbles something on his way past on the bus with a smirk on his face. "What did you say Mikes?" You never know it could have been important.

"I said," he sighs, "I knew it was only a matter of time," I knew what he meant but just to be sure.
"Huh? What was?" I know whats coming now. The rant.

"Eugh. Before you and Frank started snogging! Have you not seen the way he looks at you? Jesus Christ. I did honestly think that he would kiss you first. AWH are you two going out now?!? You could double date with me and Alicia! Hang on, what happened to Lyn-z, you know the bassist from that other band? Aren't you two meant to be a thing? Oh she's gonna freak out when she sees the tape of the sho-" I have to interrupt him, otherwise he would never breathe.

"Mikey! Shut the fuck up and breathe! No, me and Frank are not dating, it was just for the fans. And actually Frank suggested it first so it wasn't my idea. Also, yes, me and Lyn-z are a kind of thing but I'm gonna go and talk to her in the morning but she knows about how me and Frank do things like that! So calm down! Fucking hell Mikey! Why do you never talk this much for interviews?" I explained myself possibly a bit too loudly. He was flinching slightly.

At that point Frank walks in with a cheeky smile plastered across his face. God he looks amazing. His floppy black hair frames his face perfectly and his hazel eyes with flecks of gold glint slightly in the low light. Fuck. He hands me a small plastic carrier bag with a yellow tub in it and flops down onto the couch.

"What's this?" I ask him.
"Open it and find out, dickhead." he chuckles. Mikey, Ray and Bob were all starring at me as I opened the bag and pulled out...lip balm?

"Erm thanks Frank..." I say slightly confused. Surely my lips weren't dry, I was singing. My lips always go really slimy when I sing.
"No problem, I wouldn't want those gorgeous lips of yours getting chapped now would I?" he gave me another peck on the cheek, winked at me, and walked off to his bed. To which point the other three people here burst into fits of laughter at my shocked and confused face.
-End of flashback-

So that's where my 'obsession' as some people call it, with lip balm had begun. I had forgotten myself for a while, it had all started with Frank. I'm not obsessed. I just don't like chapped lips.
Oh Frank. I missed him so much. I smirked at the memory. A memory which will haunt me for the rest of my life. It was too perfect and I know I will never be that happy again. I made one last final cut on my right wrist and faded off into the fuzzy darkness on my bathroom floor.

Notes

PART TWO! Poor Gerard. I'm gonna leave it there because I'm cruel. mwahahaha. :P
Thanks for reading!

PS I'm telling everyone this because I still haven't finished laughing - my mum thought i was web chatting with dan howell

PPS Rays Song ;-;

PPPS Mikeys got a new band!

PPPPS So they all want to do music, but they cant have a band together. geezus guys get yo shit together.

PPPPPS Sorry for all the PSs