It’s been over two months now that we have started the band. It’s getting crazy we are in Gerard and Mikey’s basement like 24/7. School is starting to get in the way but soon we’ll be seniors, Ray and Bob will be graduating soon and Mikey will be a junior. Gerard wants Mikey to finish school but Mikey thinks otherwise, he rather be focused on the band. My family is really into bands; my father and grandfather were drummers, so they don’t mind me dropping out of school. They wanted me to be a drummer but I didn’t think it fit me. Plus I liked playing shinny things like the sax; I really wanted to play it so I did. I joined the marching band but once I realized I couldn’t smoke and play the sax at the same time I gave it up. I picked up a guitar and starting jamming out and ever since then I wanted to be in a band. I was in a few but they didn’t work out very well.

I wake up staring at the ceiling day dreaming about Gerard. For the past few days it seems like I have been doing that lately but I can’t help it. I turn on my side to see my mirror it still says what I wrote on it two months ago. I think I need a new saying; I grab the Expo get up and walk over the mirror. I erase what I wrote and write on it instead ‘Homophobia is gay’. It irritates me when people make fun of gays, they have a right just has much as straight people. I plop down on my bed again then pick up my guitar to strum some notes, when all of a sudden I hear banging on the side door. I get up to go see who it is, it’s Gerard. I open the door and scratch the back of my head.

“What’s up dude come in,” I say tiredly. I head toward the door to the basement which is my room.

“I need to talk to you,” Gerard says shyly. That’s really weird considering he never asks like this unless its something really important.

“Shoot, I can listen while we walk down stair.” I am only in boxers and a tank top on. I need to put some clothes on at least.

“Well it has to do with relationships.”

“Keep going.”

“Well I like this one person but I don’t think they like me back.”

“Well can I know who so I can help?” I say as I put black skinny jeans on then sit down. He sits down in the computer chair, elbows on his legs and his head in his hands debating whether or not to tell me. I just watch him then he looks up at me. He walks his way over to me and pushes me down against the bed. My heart is pounding in my head; I’m scared but thrilled at the same time. Gerard crawls on top of me; I can totally feel a bulge growing in my pants. He leans down so his lips are near my ear.

“Frank Iero, you are the person I like,” he whispers in my ear. He lifts his head to look me in the eyes, I look back a little scared.

“I like you, too,” I reply. He leans close as if he is going to kiss me. I close my eyes waiting for his lips to touch mine.

I hear my name being called over and over again. I open my eyes to see it was all a dream. I lay there with my guitar on top of me. I look over to see Gerard standing there with Ray. They both look really excited.

“How did you guys get in?” I ask sleepy like and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“We broke in,” Ray replied sarcastically.

“The side door was unlocked so we just let ourselves in,” Gerard corrected then added, “I have been trying to call you.”

I get up and put my favorite pants on; they have holes on the legs which make them look bad ass, then look at my phone. Shoot, he was right, well don’t I feel like an ass. I turn around to see Ray looking at my mirror.

“I dig the quote, dude,” Ray says.

“So what’s up? Why do you guys look excited?” I ask brushing my hair.

“We got a gig!” They both yelled with excitement. I burst out laughing.

“What are you two twins?” I reply as I walk over to my draw to get a red shirt and grab black gloves which are fingerless.

“You aren’t excited!?” asked Gerard.

“Hey I didn’t say I wasn’t. I’m stoked!”

“Alright good, so grab your guitar and get in the van,” Ray spoke up.

“Wait what? Why? Where is this gig anyways?” I ask as I grab my guitar.

“New York,” Gerard yelled down the stairs.

He and Ray ran up the stairs once I grabbed the guitar. I pack it in my case, grab a pack back and put extra clothes in it. I grab my phone charger a tooth brush and gloves. I love wearing fingerless gloves, it’s my trade mark. I get to the kitchen and leave a note for my mom. I run over to the guitar to see Bob sitting on the ledge of the trunk smoking, with the doors open so I can throw my stuff in the back. Gerard leaning against the van talking to Mikey, who is sitting in the back seat with the door open so his legs are hanging out the side. Ray is standing next to Mikey leaning against the driver’s side of the door. These are my best friends/ brothers; I don’t know what I would do without them. I walk across the street hand my shit to Bob then say hey to Mikey and hop in. Bob and Ray are up front, Bob is driving. The rest of us are in the back; Mikey in the middle row. Gerard and I are in the far back. This should be a fun ride and gig.

Notes

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-Mad Liz