A soft knock at the door woke Gerard and he stood stretching his back as he wondered over towards the door. It had been two hours since Frank and Al had left to go and set up the stage for their concert that Gerard had gladly been invited to.
"Hey, Gee. We're here…"

Gerard opened the door to see both Frank and Al stood outside, shivering slightly from the cold but still they wore placid smiles on their pale faces. Al was dressed in some huge black Doc. Martin style boots which blended gently into his black skinny jeans with a slightly striped top, grey hoodie and a green coat, keeping him warm. Hair was swept to the side a little and a small smile creeped onto his face. Frank wearing a very 'discreet' skeleton ribcage top with a lip piercing hooking around his bottom lip gently; glinting slightly in the light; eyes green and glistening.
"Hi." replied Gerard, "Sorry am I late? When do you guys have to be on stage?"
"Ay, It's all reight mate, you ain't late we got like an hour, probs." Al replied.
"Joel not coming?" asked Frank, a little concerned.
"No. He, um, said that he was busy or something like that," replied Gee looking to his feet.
"Well. It's his loss, I guess!" Al replied, itching to go.
"Yeah, guess so."

They set off walking, Al and Gerard chatting lightly to each other as Frank wondered behind them staring at his phone screen.

Frank- Why aren't you coming?
Joel- Busy
Frank- Don't believe you. Ill ask again: why you not coming to concert?
Joel- Just not, okay?
Frank- Gerard?
Joel- What about that creep?
Frank-Is that why? Because Gerard's coming?
Joel- Yes. Don't feel safe around him.
Frank- K. Bye, then.


Gerard didn't often go to concerts. People; being the main reason but he couldn’t help enjoy himself. Adrenaline flooding through his veins as he was thrown around from person to person for a song to then sway from side to side gently to another polar opposite song. To hear the rough voice of the singer gliding to the microphone and resting gently around his ears when the sound managed to escape from the towering speakers. To hear the screams and shouts of the guitars as they paraded the stage; making all those watching cheer as the high notes erupted effortlessly. To see Frank, voice soothing and rich as he moved he sweated hair from his eyes and threw his head backwards. At one point Gerard didn’t notice the noise, Al, the singing of others around him or the gentle chords of the now tamed guitars. He only noticed the young man singing his heart out and Gerard wished that it was only him that he was singing to.
'How lucky would I be, to ever deserve someone like Frank? It's most likely to not ever happen: but it's nice to dream that maybe one day he could be mine and I could be his. I love you Frankie: I cant help it.' He snapped from his trance as the people began to flood out of the venue; cans, shoes and blood cluttering the floor.

He wandered over cautiously towards where Al and Frank stood on the stage looking rather proud. A 'slightly tipsy' Al pulled Gerard up onto the stage.
"Really good show guys!" Gerard exclaimed, smiling at Frank.
"Good, glad you enjoyed…" replied Frank, smiling at Gerard and then to Al.
"And fucking hell Al!" Frank shouted, "Your guitar shredding skills: so fucking awesome and cool!"
"But I don't want to be cool…" replied Al.
"What?"
"So that makes me cool. That’s what I do, you see." he paused a second, swaying gently from foot to foot with his eyes squinted, "I try not to be cool, and not to be funny…" he slurred, "And that makes you funny and cool!"
"Al? How much have you had to drink?"
"How much have YOU had to drink?" he asked laughing, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance, "I'm sober as fuck!" he replied.
"Right…" began Frank placing his arm around Al, "Lets get you back. We need to walk Gerard home anyway… "

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Al stumbled back to Gerard's house, diving onto the sofa face first, kicking off his shoes and clasping onto Frank's hand. Once all three of them where back inside the slightly warmer house Gerard closed the door and immediately followed his routine of making coffee: this time it being coffee for three. They sat silently in Gerard's living room, sipping on the hot nectar and warming their hands; Frank stroking the skin on Al's hand softly.

After about 10 minutes he spoke: "Right then Gerard…. I think it's best if we leave you now my friend." He got up and pulled a slightly more alert Al to his feet, "Need to get this little one back to bed, don't we?"
"No!" cried Gerard, jumping to his feet," Stay! Please. It's really dark out! Its really late. Al might not make it back! "And…" he tried to think of more excuses, "and….um, its really dangerous out there. I mean…in this area."
"Really?" asked Frank relieved, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Of course!"
"Cool…" Frank relaxed a little, dumping himself back down next to Al.
"Is sofa okay? To sleep on?"
"Don't you have a spare bedroo-"
"No." replied Gerard, trying to show little emotion. They couldn’t find out about the body that he had stored in the walls in that room. Never.
"But I thought tha-"
"Um…." Gerard began, "Beds broken…"
"Oh. Okay." Frank replied dropping the subject, "By the way. You have a load of missed calls and messages on your phone."

Gerard walked to the phone and looked. His mum. 10 calls. 5 messages. He'd ring her back in the morning he was too tired at the moment.

"Right guys…" Gerard muttered checking that the door was locked and walking slowly up the stairs, "I'm off to bed now. Will you guys be okay?"
"Yeah. We'll be fine." Frank and Al chorused sleepily.
"Are you sure you're okay sharing the sofa. One of you can always share my double bed if you'd prefer…"
"I'm sure we'll be fine…" Al replied laying next to Frank on the sofa and resting his head gently on his chest, his hands playing with Frank's knotted black hair.
"You sure?" asked Gerard one final time, his figure almost dissapearing all the way up the stairs.
"Yeah…" replied Al, "Frankie is my boyfriend after all…."
"oh."

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