Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)
Gerard hangs up the call. Leaving me sitting there, feeling guilty and a bit amused.
I don't know why, but I felt butterflies in my stomach as I thought of Gerard getting angry over the thought of losing me. I smiled and closed the Skype tab, opening up Twitter.
I go straight to my messages and click on Gerard's name. I giggle as I begin to type. "You're going to be soo mad at me.. I'm sorry.." I accidentally press enter before finishing the message. My damn clumsy fingers. "I really didn't mean what I said back in the Skype call.. I was just playing a joke on the guy talking in the background... I figured he needed it ;)"
I then close both the internet browser and the laptop and put it back under my bed. Laying my head down on my pillow, I begin to think about Gerard and what he said about his face.
Even though he really didn't say too much about it -mostly because he was so rudely interrupted- I kind of wondered why he wouldn't show himself to me. Maybe he was insecure?
No. Someone that beautiful can't be insecure. Surely not. I mean, come on! it's not every day that you come across some one like him AND have the opportunity to get close to him. Plus, for what reason would he be insecure about himself? I see no flaws. No scars. No abnormalities. Nothing... It makes no sense. Maybe he was just having a bad hair day.. Though I could picture him actually pulling off the just woke up look, oh so well.
Dammit Frank! You just finished talking to the guy and you're already having sexual thoughts about him?! What the hell is wrong with you? Everything. That's what's wrong with me. I chuckle at the thought.
I pull out my guitar and begin playing a slow rhythm. (**A/N it's the intro melody of demolition lovers if you all can't imagine what Frank is playing**)
I close my eyes and picture myself playing on stage again. This time, Gerard is by my side. I don't really know what he would be doing so I guess he would be singing. By the sound of his voice, I bet he'd be an amazing vocalist. I smile, visualising Gerard singing right by my side. His tall figure clinging onto me as he passionately sang to the crowd, but secretly more to me. The way he'd smile at me during the chorus..
The loud sound of someone clearing their throat makes my eyes jerk open. I sit up, realizing Ray was there, arms crossed and leaning against the wall.
"I'm starting to think you're getting a little too into your guitar playing." He chuckles.
"It's called passion. You should look into it." I laugh.
He rolls his eyes. "Guess what?"
"What?" I say as I put my guitar down beside me on the bed.
"I just bought a camera." He smiles as he pulls out a small blue video camera from the front pocket of his black skinny jeans. Like the ones most people get at walmart for vacation trips.
"So?.."
"So, we can record our practice sessions, man.. Maybe even upload some of them to YouTube or whatever."
I shrug. "Sounds cool."
"Hell yeah it sounds cool."
"Do you want to go down to one of the performance labs and record one now? You've already got your guitar out.." He adds, trailing off.
I shrug again. "Sure. Why not? I've got nothing else better to do anyways."
"Awesome." He smiles and heads towards my door.
I stand up from my bed, put my shirt back on and grab my guitar then follow ray towards the performance labs.

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