God, I wanted him to stay with me there forever. But nothing lasts forever, you see.

After our breakfast (and two hours of cuddles on the bed later), he had to leave. Obviously, he had his life too. And Mikey wasn't dealing that well at the time, which I fully understood by what Gerard told me, previously. So that gave me an idea.

As I walked him to the door, I told him to bring Mikey along with him to the show I invited him to, which was going to be at the club I used to play:The Cellabration Club. It was sort of an underground thing, but really nice, actually, and I figured it would be somewhat good for Mikey. Besides, I was kinda excited to meet him too, due to the fact that, not only he was Gerard's brother, but because of the few Gerard told me about him. It could be just a rushed assumption, but he seemed like a nice guy. I was only curious to check if that were true.

I said goodbye to Gee and we kissed at my door. This time it wasn't exactly urgent, or desperate, like the ones we had that night.
Don't get me wrong, it was lovely, but at the same time it was slow and careful. There was an unknown feeling there, and we both felt it. Nevertheless, that guy sure knew how to kiss. What he didn't knew, apparently, was that the ''butterflies'' on my stomach weren't excatly the most quiet ones with him around. There was kind of a butterfly graveyard inside my stomach before I knew him (that sounded so fucking stupid, oh my god).

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Gerard and I decided it would be an interesting idea to wait until the day of the show to meet again, just to understand where all ''this'' was going. We texted eachother perfectly fine (well, not that fine, I was really starting to miss him every day more) during the first two days, but the third day revealed itself as an incredibly slow and shitty day.

The day of the show finally came. I got out of my place earlier (as usual on these situations) to go and do the soundcheck. I enjoyed going earlier than everyone else due to the simple fact of having my creativity climbing off of the fucking roof. And that was a really incredibly heart-warming feeling that I kept since I learned how to play the guitar.
I eventually texted Gerard by the end of the day, to confirm his presence later.

(19:47) To: Gerard
Hey, match-head. Coming tonight? I heard it was going to sold out. Missing you crazy. <3
XO, frnk.

By the time of the show, I still had no answer from him. Fuck. I really wanted him to come. I was about to kill him if he didn't showed up.
I got on stage pretty frustrated about that, but I focused on playing something; I began the show with something cool, to keep myself relaxed, with the good ol' Pennyroyal Tea, by Nirvana, followed by Saturday Night, by the ever-so-amazing Misfits. I freaking love that song.

The club was filling up, there were no longer seats available so the people that kept arriving had to stand either near the bar or they'd just go to the front line, and I was pretty excited about that. I really have no memory of seeing the club that full, even though every night I played there it was still noticeable a good amount of people, and the owner, Richard, looked at us with a satisfied smile, giving us thumbs up. He was pretty cool, really nice dude with a wife, Alice, that helped him at the club, most specifically with the bar and the drinks. She was really stunning, with black long hair and amazing blue eyes, and perfect pale skin. She always wore purple lipstick, and she truly looked like a metalhead. She made him pretty happy, for what I had the chance to observe, during the three years I played there. I've only seen those two fight maybe once or twice. They had two kids: Helena and Alexander. Helena was the youngest, with 6 years old, and Alex was already 10. Fucking awesome kids, and I had a special bond with both of them. I was teaching Alex to play guitar, in fact, before some of the shows. He was a quick learner, always reminding me of myself when I learned how to play it.

After the songs, I scanned the entire room, and that's when I saw a fucking red siren entering the club, with another guy. Yes, it was him. There was no way I couldn't recognize that hair colour. Even more when I knew perfectly where that hair had been a few nights ago.
I saw that the guy who was joining him looked a lot like him, by his facial features, so I assumed that would be Mikey, his younger brother.
I got really excited about having them there, especially Gee. I made that clear when I started singing at the top of my lungs and giving my best moves with the guitar. Whenever I played I delivered all my heart and soul to my performance, and it was really rare that I ended up a show without bruises or something broken. But it was therapeutical, in a way.
I saw Mikey running through the crowded room all the way to the front line; I assumed he recognized that we started playing Iron Maiden, and apparently he was fucking crazy about that. The rest of the audience was cheering and participating; Richard was stoked, none of us was expecting that night to be so freaking amazing. I couldn't help myself to think again about my ''wizard theory''. Y'know, about Gerard bringing all the best things to almost every situation?

I glanced at Gerard, who was leaning against the wall near the bar, with a beer in his hand and a cigarette being held by his lips, while he shook his head at the rythm of the songs. That didn't stopped him from smirking at me though, at all. Fuck, he looked so hot like that. He had a black leather jacket, a tank top and skinny, tight, black jeans. By all means, he was already fucking hot, so I don't know how on earth did he manage to look even hotter. The truth was that he was somehow, hotter.

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The show was over, an hour and a half later. I saw Mikey jumping and cheering. He really liked that show, according to his sweaty tshirt and hair. That was awesome, and I was super happy about it.
I went to the small locker room, took a quick shower and when I left I had Gerard waiting for me, with Mikey, at the bar.

- Dude, that was fucking amazing! You blew up the house! - Mikey said, hugging me out of nowhere. I couldn't help myself and I started laughing while I thanked him.
- I'm really happy you enjoyed it, man! You can show up anytime you want. And as I recall telling your big brother, drinks are on me tonight.

Mikey looked at me with his mouth open in surprise and turned to Gerard.
- Listen here, Gerard, if you guys don't end up dating I'm going to kill you both! This dude is fucking amazing!
Gerard chuckled and grabbed my waist, looking at me with his big eyes and that flaming red hair.
- Don't even bother thinking about how are you going to kill us, then. It won't be needed.

(What the fuck did he just say??)

- Good! And listen, Frank, if you need anything, even if it's just to mock my brother, you can count on me from now on.
I was still thinking about what Gee just said, and looked at him raising my eyebrows and smiling. If I wasn't already blushed from the blood that travelled all the way to my face during the show, I would sure be blushing right now.
- What did you mean with that? - I asked Gerard, looking for assurance.
- I meant what I meant. And you're spending the night with me tonight. - He answered in my ear, kissing my head afterwards.
- I'm sure Mikey doesn't mind. - He grinned at him, his voice louder now.
- Mind what, you asshole? Are you already talking shit about me to your boyfriend? - He replied, having a sip of his beer. I laughed shyly.
- I was just telling Frank here he's spending the night at our place tonight. And manners, Mikes, he's not my boyfriend yet. So stop being such a pain in the ass. - He replied, giving him a light punch on his arm.
- Hey! What was that for? - He whined. Gerard was laughing hard now, and so was I, because of Mikey's complains.

(But that ''yet'' of his made my heart jump like a motherfucker.)

We left the club and made our way to the Way's home - and yes, that pun was intended. If it was funny or not, I couldn't care any less. I was too happy to think properly, at the time.

Notes

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