The boys on tour (Frerard)

A few hours passed and we were back on the road and almost to the venue we were playing at, Frank had soon emerged from the back of the bus, and he looked a whole lot better, I decided to go back to hating him. He sat down beside me and smiled, I looked away, he knew that his charms could make me smile and he did that alot, but I wasn't going to let him, not this time. "Thanks for helping me" he smiled, I nodded, "Its okay", before concentrating on my hoodie strings. We sat in silence for a while, and it was awkward, we had sat in silence before but never like this, I hated this alot, but he had hurt me so badly and I was struggling to talk to him.

We finally pulled up at the venue and got out of the bus, fans already screaming, I sighed before walking back in. Mikey was spiking his hair up a little and Ray, was just being, well, Ray. "We better get in there and do sound checks" I mumbled, and the others nodded, grabbing guitars. We walked inside and we were greeted by our drummer, Bob Bryar, he offered to play for us tonight which we were thankful for as we didn't really have a permanent drummer yet. "Hey Bob" I smiled, shaking his hand firmly, he nodded, "I have learnt the songs, as requested" he winked, he seemed very charming. "Brilliant" I said, turning to Frank who was tuning his guitar, "Ready?" I mumbled, hating myself for breathing a word to him, but I had to, for the bands sake. He nodded and we walked to the stage where we began adjusting amps and speakers, Frank began playing a few tunes which sounded pretty good, so all seemed good. I took a microphone and adjusted it to my height, I spoke into it a few times and with a bit of adjusting I had it ready for tonight, I smiled to myself as the others practiced.

"So, how does it sound?" Ray smiled, before playing a few tunes on his guitar, "Good" I said, giving him a thumbs up as I assumed he didn't hear me over the sound of his guitar. Mikey walked over, "I think were all set" he smiled, and I nodded. Bob walked over, "Shall we go over a few songs, so you guys can tell me if I need to change anything?" he said, "Sure" I mumbled, Mikey nodded and got to his place on stage with his bass, I informed Ray and he smiled in approval, I didn't really want to speak to Frank but I had to so I walked over, "Frank were gonna practice" and he smiled, "Yes sir" he joked and I frowned. I took my place at the microphone and the tune for Helena began to play, I began to sing, until the tune suddenly stopped, "Shit" I heard Bob say, "Sup Bob?" Ray asked, "Broke my fucking stick" He laughed, before getting off his stool, "Ill go get another" he added, before walking away. "Well, everything sounds good guys, well done" I said, and everyone smiled in delight, "Cant wait" Mikey beamed. I was excited for the show, I always was, but with Frank probably trying to get it on with me on stage again, I hated the thought, especially that I was trying my hardest to keep hating him. I pulled him to one side, "No groping tonight" I mumbled, and Frank looked confused, "Huh? OH...you mean, uh, okay" he smirked, and I rolled my eyes, he obviously wasn't going to listen so I don't know why I bothered speaking to him. I walked away and looked at the ground, roll on tonight.

***TIME LAPSE***

The screaming crowd filled my ears as I sang my heart out to the final song of the night, Cemetary Drive, I looked around the stage, Frank was stood contently playing the tune, he shot me a smile before walking over and grinding against me, Fuck. I continued singing and the crowd screamed at Franks actions, I moved away from him and finished the song, before thanking the crowd and walking off stage, "What the fuck Frank?!" I yelled as we walked into the changing rooms, Mikey, Bob and Ray stopped to look at me, "Nothing" I mumbled, hanging my head in shame. "Bob you were awesome" Mikey said, "Yeah Bob you play so well" Frank beamed, "Thanks guys, It was an honor playing with you" he smiled, "We can make it more permanent, if you like?" I said and Bob grinned, "Really, are you say-", "Yes, welcome to the band Bob" I smiled, and Bob shot up, "Thanks dude" he said, shaking my hand. We did need a new drummer.

We headed back to the bus and I stopped outside for a cigarette, the others walked in apart from Frank of cause, "Why did you say that to me earlier?" He said, "You decided to completely ignore me and grind on me whilst I was singing" I mumbled, taking a drag of my cigarette. "I told you not too" I huffed as I exhaled the smoke, Frank smirked, "Didn't you like it?", I gave him a funny look, "No, I did not" I snapped, Frank looked at me and raised an eyebrow, "Look, I have told you, I'm sorry about everything that's happened and-", "I don't wanna hear it Frank" I muttered and he sighed, "Whatever" he said as he walked away, my heart sank, I hated being like this with him, but I couldn't get hurt like this again, for my sake, for the bands sake.

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