Summertime Oneshots

Gerard's P.O.V "Fuck off, Frank." I snapped as I headed towards the tour bus door. "Your a fucking ass hole and I've had enough of your shit." I opened the door and turned to look at him. "From now on you stay the fuck away from me. We're no longer friends." I slammed the door behind me and headed towards Bob by the trees. "What's he do this time?" He asked as I leaned against the tree and lit a cig. I took a drag then blew it out as I leaned the back off my head against the tree, crossing my legs at the ankles and running my fingers through my short, black hair. "What hasn't he done?" I muttered. I crouched down and rested my back against the tree and my elbows on my knees. "Why is it that no matter how I try to forget the past, everyone just wants to throw it in my face?" I asked, looking at the floor infront of me. "Frank?" Bob sighed. "Who else?" I sighed. "He's supposed to be my best friend, ya know?" I took another drag of the cig. "He's supposed to support me. Instead he thinks I'm gonna rush off to the nearest drugstore and get wasted." "I'm sure he doesn't really think that." Bob said. I looked up at him. "'For fuck sake, Gee. I take it your gonna rush off to the nearest drugstore and get wasted?'" I mimicked. "He was deadly serious. All because I made a joke about needing to get out more and party." "Maybe it's too soon for jokes?" Bob tried. I looked over at Ray and Mikey as they leaned against the bus, talking. Frank watching me out the kitchen window. "Hey, guy's." I shouted, standing up. They turned to look at me. "What's up, Gee?" Ray hollered back. "What would you say if I said I need to get out and party more?" "Hell, yeah." They shouted in unison. "So you don't immediately think I want to get wasted?" I asked. They both frowned. "Why would we?" Mikey asked, concern on his face. I shook my head. "Just wanted to check who really believes in me." Ray smiled. "Your a fighter, man." He said. "You want to stay clean. Your determined. You'll fight to stay that way. I believe in you, man." I smiled. "Thanks, Ray. Your a true friend." "I believe in you, too, bro." Mikey pointed out. "Always have, always will." "Cheers, Mike's. Your the best." I turned back to Bob. "See?" He sighed. "I believe in you, too." He pointed out. "I just think that maybe Frank is finding it hard to get past it. He was your best friend after all. He worried about you a lot." He looked back at the bus. "You should maybe let him explain." I sighed as I stumped out my cig under my combat boot, looking down. "Why?" "Because it was Frank that picked you off the ground every time you got drunk and fell over." He pointed out. "He always picked you up. Even when you told him to fuck off." I turned my back to the bus and punched the tree. Immediately regretting it and laughing as I looked at an amused Bob as I shook the hand in pain. "Fuck." I cursed between laughter. "Note to self: never hit a tree. It might not hit back, but it hurts like fuck." "No shit, Sherlock." Bob laughed as Mikey and Ray joined us. "What the fuck did you punch a tree for?" Mikey asked with concern as he checked out my hand. Me and Bob had calmed down. Till I looked at him. Then we burst out laughing again. "He's fucking crazy." Ray said to Mikey, smiling in confusion. We stopped laughing and looked at him, seriously. "Gerard's not crazy." Bob frowned. "I'm in-fucking-sane." I said. Of course both me and Bob started laughing again. Half an hour later, we were all sat in the lounge area. Frank sat across from me, frowning. Ray sat next to him, texting.....someone. Bob sat on the floor watching tv. Mikey sat next to me, patching up my hand. "Seriously?" I said, laughing at the tv screen. "They always go in that one room. You'd think they'd realize that if there's screaming coming from there, they should run the other way." Bob grinned as I looked at him. "But they have to." He pointed out. I smiled back. "Come on then, almighty god of the big screen." I mocked. "Why?" His grin widened. "Because, my dear worshipper, it's in the script." We both burst out laughing. Ray and Mikey joined in. "Did you just call Gerard a worshipper?" Ray asked after we calmed down. Bob nodded. "He called me a god." He pointed out. "And we all know how Gerard worships my every word." I laughed again. "In your dreams, man." Bob looked shocked. "Have you been reading my diary?" I grinned. "Why? You been dreaming about me again?" I pretended to flirt. "Can't get enough of me? " Bob laughed. "Now your dreaming." I faked hurt. "Oh, Bobby. I thought you said you wanted me. That's what you said earlier." I pouted for effect. He frowned. "You promised we could keep it secret." He rested his forehead on his hand. I walked towards him and crouched on the floor infront of him. "They would have found out after we go to bed tonight." I rubbed his inner thigh. He jumped up and backed away. "Okay." He muttered, wide eyed. "That's too far." I grinned as I advanced towards him. "Oh, babe." I said as I stroked his cheek. He pulled away. "I can go sooo much further." I kissed his cheek and he jumped away from me. Then Frank rushed out of the area and towards the bunk area. I frowned as I turned around. "What's up with him?" I asked, confused. "You don't know, do you?" Mikey sighed. "Know what?" Frank's P.O.V I laid on my side, back to the curtain. I heard the bus door open, voices, the door closing, then silence. I sighed. I'm such a fucking idiot. I've successfully fucked up the best friendship I'd ever had. I felt my face get wet and reached my hand up to wipe away the tears. "Is it true?" I spun around to see Gerard crouched by my bunk. I wiped my face, fast. "Is what true?" I said, laying on my back. He climbed on beside me, mimicking my position. He sighed. "Do you......love me?" I closed my eyes and kept quiet. "Frank?" He said, quietly after several minutes of silence. I stayed quiet. He sighed. "Frank?" He said again. I sighed. "What?" "Why didn't you tell me?" "What did you expect me to say?" I asked. "By the way, Gerard, I know your straight but I'm in love with you and want you to fuck my brains out." I took in a breath. "That'd go down well at breakfast with the guys." He gave a dry laugh. "Okay." He said. "No need to get smart." I sighed. "What do you want, Gerard?" I asked, looking at him. He looked back at me, staring into my eye's. "I want you to tell me." He said, softly. I frowned. "Why?" "Because I want to hear it from you." "Why?" I asked again. "So you can have a laugh with the guys at poor lovesick Frank?" He looked hurt. "I guess they were wrong if you think I'd do something so cruel." He snapped, turning away and exiting the bunk. I groaned. I've done it again. What a fucking idiot. I got out of the bunk to search for him. I found him on the couch. He was sat forward with his elbows on his parted knees. His head down with his hands shielding his face. I sat on the couch across from him. I was just about to apologize when he spoke. "You must think I'm a fucking heartless monster." He said, sadly, Sniffling. "What did I do to make you think like that?" He looked straight at me. His face covered in tears and sadness in his eyes. My heart sank. What have I done to him? "So I fucked up with the drink and the drugs." He said, weakly. "But I've tried to get past that. I quit them and sorted myself out. I've done everything I fucking can to make up for it. But even when I was at my worst, I never did anything like that. Ever. I've never done anything so cruel." He wiped his face and stood up, glaring down at me. "Yes I'm a complete fuck up. But I've had thousands of chances to get drugs and alcohol. But I've chosen not to. Because I don't want to go back there. But making me out to be some kind of heartless monster is fucking low. Especially coming from a guy who's supposed to be my best friend. A guy claims to love me." He turned away and rushed to his bunk. I run my fingers through my hair. I have to sort this. I have to get Gerard back in my life. Even if it is just as a friend. I know I can't live without him. I head towards his bunk, stopping just outside the curtain. I hear him sniffling. "Gee?" I said, softly. "Fuck off." He snapped. I sighed. "I'm sorry." I said. "What I said earlier was not what I meant. I do believe in you." "Sure ya do." He said sarcastically. "I do. It's just.....it hurt. Seeing you so drunk and off ya head. I just wanted to make you all better. I knew you were depressed. But I couldn't help. That fucking hurt so much." I sighed. "I knew that if I couldn't help you, at least I could make sure your safe. So every time you fell, I helped you up. It was the only thing I could do." "But I've been clean for a while now." He snapped. "So why bring it up?" I sighed again. "Because I still remember how it was back then and how close I....we were to losing you." I admitted. "Oh." He sighed. "I'm sorry." I pulled back the curtain and sat on his bunk. He was sat with his back against the bunk wall. His knees bent with his forearms on them. He was watching his fingers. "You don't have to be sorry." I said, softly. "I don't really think you'd laugh about me with the guy's." "Then why say it?" He asked, not moving. "Defence mechanism." I admitted. "I do love you, Gee. I always have and I always will." There was silence for about ten minutes. Then Gerard broke it. "Your wrong, ya know?" I frowned. "Huh?" "Your wrong." He repeated. "Saying 'By the way, Gerard, I know your straight but I'm in love with you and want you to fuck my brains out.' Infront of the guy's would actually get them laughing." I grinned. "Yeah. They'd probably take the piss out of me for ages." "Yeah. Especially because you think I'm straight." I looked at him, confused. "What?" He looked back at me. "I'm bi, Frank." He admitted. "But I've had my eye on a hot guy for some time now." My heart sank. "Oh." I said, sadly. Missed out. Fuck. "Yeah. He's so fucking hot." He continued. My heart strings breaking with each thing he said about the guy. "He's got amazing brown eyes. His smile lights up the room. He likes to have a laugh. He's shorter than me...." "Gee...." I tried. "....He bounds around the stage with his guitar like a madman....." "Gee...." "....He also doesn't listen too good...." I frowned. "STOP." I snapped. Gerard frowned back at me. "I tell you I love you." I said, shakily. "And you tell me about this....guy your in love with? That's not fair....." Gerard puts a hand over my mouth as he moved to kneel infront of me. "Shut up already." He laughed. He removed his hand. "Are you really that ignorant that I have to spell it out for you?" He sighed. "The guy I love is a energetic midget who bounds around the stage like a madman. He has brown eyes. Well?" I frowned at him. He sighed, heavily in annoyance. "For fucks sake, Frank." He laughed, dryly. "How about if I said I'd love nothing more than to 'fuck his brains out'?" He frowned. "Although not infront of the guy's." My eyes widened. "Wait..." I grinned. "You love me?" He grinned. "What other 'energetic midget who bounds around the stage like a madman' do you know?" He laughs. "Yes, you." He pulls me into his arms. "I love you, Frank Anthony Iero." He said, then sealed his lips to mine.

Notes

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