We arrive in New York, Mikey is passed out, and Gerard and I are just bull shitting. Ray finally stops the car in front of a cheap bar. I look outside the window to observe it, I turn my head to look at Gerard but he is also busy looking out the window.

“Is this it?” I yell from the back so Ray can hear me.

“You bet,” Ray replies before getting out of the van.

“Well this should be fun,” Bob mumbles before getting out to go open the doors to get the equipment.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s get out to help,” Gerard insists. I scoot my way out and Gerard follows behind. We decided to let Mikey sleep until we were done. I grab a part of the drum set and my guitar and head into the bar. Turns out we had to go play in the basement of the place, which was pretty shitty because it made it harder to get the stuff down the steps.

Once we got everything set and ready we woke up Mikey and drank some soda. Gerard on the other hand was actually drinking. That concerns me a little but if that’s what he wants to do then drink up. The owner walks on the stage to introduce us then welcomed us to the stage. We all walked on but Gerard, he was still in the back drinking. Ray and I looked at each other with worry but then began to play Honey This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough For the Both of Us. Gerard takes the microphone from the owner, puts his drink down and begins to sing as he walks up to the stage. He was so wasted but no one seem to notice, we all just playing and not bothered to say anything.

Mid-way through the show a fight broke out, which is totally bad ass. We are totally rodding up the crowd. All of us are sweating our heads off, my hair is dripping wet and it is starting to get a little hard to play the guitar.

Finally the show ends and everyone get up to leave, a few people are passed out in chairs and on the floor. Gerard’s pants fall off of him and I think I broke my ankle. Once we all got our shit back in the van plus Gerard, we drove off to go find a hotel. We find the cheapest hotel we could find. Gerard is staying with me and the rest of the guys got another room together. I got Gerard in the room and plopped him on the bed and crossed my arms looking him over.

“W..Whats going on?” Gerard asks tipsy.

“You are in a Hotel, in New York,” I reply, “I can’t believe you got drunk G.”

“I…I’m s-s-s-sorry Frank,” he apologies groggily.

“Whatever Gerard, let’s get you showered.”

I help him to the bathroom then stripped him to his boxers. I stand there blushing my head off unsure what to do. He looks back at me some hair in his face. I stare back but then move myself past him to turn on the shower for him. Once I turn around I notice Gerard is standing closer to me than I am comfortable with.

“What’s wrong Frankie,” he asks.

“N-n-n-nothing,” I stutter.

He walks closer to me and wipes some of my sweaty hair out of the way of my eye. I just look him in the eyes, slowly backing up. He follows me and my heart starts to beat faster. I keep walking back but then I fall backwards into the tub my head hitting the wall. The shower water raining over me, making me get soaked.

“Oh my God, Frank!” Gerard yells concerned, "You okay?"

“I’m okay,” I rub the back of my head then look at my hand to see if I was bleeding. Sure enough I wasn’t, luckily. Gerard extends his hand to help me up and I heave myself up. I stand there soaking wet, water dripping down my face. He study’s my face then leans in close. I suck in a breath of air then he kisses me smack on the lips. I panic a little then melt into the kiss. I push him away, but not hard enough so he won’t fall. He looks disappointed at me but I just walk past him.

“Take a shower you smell of alcohol,” I say with no emotion. I walk out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I walk over to the dresser to look at myself in the mirror.

Did Gerard just kiss me? Why would he do that? Well first of all he is drunk. So tomorrow morning he won’t remember any of this happening. He probably doesn’t even like me that way. I sigh and take off my soaking wet shirt, when all of a sudden Gerard opens the bathroom door. I look over at him, blushing my head off.

“Shower is free if you want to use it,” he walks over to his bag, with just a towel wrapped around his waste; and grabs some boxers and pjs.

“O-okay,” I reply shaky then go to the bathroom.

Once I’m done with my shower I see Gerard passed out on the bed. I get changed really quickly then pull the blanket over him. I climb into the other bed and shut off the lights. I lay there for a good hour in a daze before passing out.

Notes

Gah. Sorry guys I really am trying to make these chapters longer. I can't seem to do it.
-Mad Liz