The line to get into Green Day seemed impossibly long. Luckily, I was able to make this observation from near the front of the line. If Frank and I are going to see Frank’s (Second? Third?) favorite band, we’re sure as hell going to be as close to the stage as possible. We’d arrived at the venue way too early, I'd like to say five in the morning; even then, there were people who'd gotten there before us. By the time doors opened, the line wrapped halfway around the arena.I walked in quickly once I was able to, holding hands with Frank so he wouldn't fall behind. We got in without a hitch, having brought in nothing but our wallets and phones. No need for anything extra in the pit. We were by the stage by the time I remembered my brother.“Frankie,” I sighed, “did you, perchance, notice where Mikey and Zacky were?”“Not really, Gee. Why? Are you worried they got lost or something?” Frank looked up at me with those big green eyes and I nearly fucking forgot about my brother again.“Nah, just thought Mikey would also like to be close to the stage.” I pulled out my phone and dialed Mikey, slinging my other arm over Frank protectively. “Mikes? You good? Where are you and Zack?” I say.“Still in line. Why?” Mikey replied.“Damn, Frank and me are in the pit already. Did you sleep in?”“Motherfucker,” Mikey said. Then he hung up. Call time: 15 seconds. A record. I sent him a text telling him I'll save a spot for him.“Well, Frankie, looks like we're alone in this pit for a while,” I whispered (seductively) into Frank’s ear.“Actually, I think we're pretty far from alone,” he pointed out. People were flooding into the pit, pushing and shouting.“I meant metaphorically, silly.” I said sarcastically, pecking him on the cheek.“Fuck off.”The concert began with a band who honestly may be the reason my hearing will get worse in high school. The speakers seemed to be turned up to their highest volume. Me and Frank both thought they were good; not Green Day good, but good nonetheless. They left the stage after 30 minutes of punk rock, leaving my ears ringing a little. Sometime during the set, Mikey and Zacky had pushed their way through the pit to us, wearing shirts I assumed were fresh from the merch stand. I asked Mikey if he'd bought me anything; he told me to go fuck myself. I think he was mad at me."Frank, it looks like we have to buy merch we want by ourselves," I shouted. "Was that not the plan?"Green Day did not immediately come onstage. Someone in a fursuit did. Frank told me that, yes, this costume presumably occupied by Billie Joe was miming the first song (based on the previous city's set list) and I could tell that the person singing was Bille. We were confused, but still sang along to Green Day's cover of Bohemian Rhapsody. The entire band showed up after two songs, met with uproarious applause from the entire arena. (Course, this would be expected as everyone here had come for Green Day) I cheered with the others fans here when they started playing a Green Day song, and when I looked over at Frank, he was crying."Baby, are you okay?" I shouted, worried. Frank sniffled and took a deep breath before answering."I just, I can't believe that we're actually in the presence of Green Day, and they're only like 30 feet away," he sobbed, "and they sound amazing live? I feel like this is a dream." I couldn't help but laugh. "Babe, that's so cute! You can't enjoy the music while crying, though, okay?" I grabbed his hand. "Um, also, why don't you ever cry when you see me?"“Fuck you!” Frank yelled back at me.

The concert lasted about three hours, including an encore. Mikey and Zacky managed to fuck up and leave before the encore despite Frank insisting that there was definitely going to be an encore, every other show Green Day had played before this had had an encore. I bought Frankie a shirt and a hoodie, then another shirt for myself. There goes $120. I might spend a little too much on my boyfriend.
We got to Frank’s house at midnight, and Frank was dead to the world. He snored oh-so-quietly, with the cutest little expression of bliss on his face. I considered for a split second waking him up, but then my conscience shut me the fuck down before I could complete the thought. Slowly I inched my arms around him, picked him up bridal style, and slowly I carried him inside. His mother, I assume, was waiting for us to get back, because she was spread out on the couch with an infomercial playing quietly in front of her. To put her at ease so she could properly go to bed, I rushed to Frank’s room, lay him in his bed, and went back down to her.
I nudged Frank’s mom until she begrudgingly opened her eyes. “We’re home, Ms. Iero. Frank’s in his room sleeping.”
“O-oh, bless you, Gerard. Why don’t you stay over, I’d hate to make you drive home this late.”
“Thanks so much, Ms. Iero,” I said, grateful beyond measure. I’d made it this far, but I’m pretty sure that if I’d tried to drive home I would end up falling asleep at the wheel.
“Call me Linda,” she said. I said I would. She went to her room and I went to Frank’s.
As I crawled into bed beside Frank, I heard him groan. He turned towards me, half awake. “Gerard,” he slurred.
“Hey, baby. Go back to bed, okay?” I said, eyes heavy.
“Nnn-o. Let’s,” he blinked heavily, “let’s-s have sexxx.” He rubbed his eyes.
“Baby no, I’m tired, and you are too.”
“N-no I’m not,” he yawned.
“Go to sleep, Frankie. I love you.”
“Let me, let me, at lleast s-suck your…”
“Frank‒”
“Penis, Gerard, lemme suck your peeenisss…”
“Jesus, Frank, go to bed!” despite myself, I smiled. He was too cute. “In the morning, OK?”
“Fine.”
I finally get to sleep. Pure bliss.

I woke up to the doorbell ringing. Frank was still asleep, so I crept out of bed and ran to the door so whomever it was wouldn’t ring again. I checked the oven clock on my way over. 10:23 AM. Who’s up at this hour? I opened the door. It was Bob and Ray.
“What’s up, Way?” Bob sneered. I was lost for words. Why were they here?
“We tried your house, but you weren’t there, but your mom said you were probably spending the night at Frank’s. And look, you were.” Ray wore a smirk that matched Bob’s.
“I-it’s not what you think!” fear was rising in my chest.
“Oh, I’m sure that’s the case. There’s one thing, though,” Bob stepped forward with malice.
“What is it?” I near-whispered, but I was pretty sure I knew what it was.
“You have a bet to complete.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Actually, you do.” Ray said. “And this’ll go quicker if you just fess up.”
“I have nothing to ‘fess up’ to,” I said, heart beating out of my chest. “I haven’t even fucked Frank yet.”
“Is that so?” Bob inquired. “Do you know my girlfriend, Gerard?”
“Sam? Yeah, why?”
“Well apparently, Sam hung out with your little lovebug just the other day. You wanna know what she told me?”
Somehow I knew what Sam had told him, but I still responded. “What did she tell you?”
Bob laughed dryly, almost evily. “She told me that you fucked Frank. Many times.”

Notes

Hey, guys, uhhh, im back
it's been 9 months, so heres my baby. im so sorrry.
but honestly how funny would it be if i just totally abandoned this. anyway.
Melanie. im sorry. if youre reading this.
some confessions while im here:

• i am a lesbian, sso the gay sex scenes dont really come to me that well, but im trying my best
• i have depression, so the low motivation really gets me when i write
• i only just got out of a bad school situation, but it's better now.

I'm sorry i haven't been here. it's my fault, i shouldn't have dropped this so easily. I'll do my best to be present from here on out. only 8 chapters left, right?