Gerard's Point of View

I let out a long sigh the next morning once I had woken up, throwing on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting Metallica shirt along with a dark grey denim jacket. I desperately needed some coffee and a smoke, so I figured that I would just walk over to the gas station that was across the street from where we had parked the tour bus.

I walked past Frank's bunk and heard him snoring softly, smiling to myself when I thought about buying him a coffee as well just to keep his spirits up. Today was going to be quite an adventure once we picked up Jamia. I wasn't really looking forward to it. Don't get me wrong, she's a great girl, but at the same time she is going to be taking time away from my best friend and myself. He's probably only going to focus on her. I can't imagine how tonight is going to be once they're settled in. All of the rest of us might have to avoid the bus at all costs just so we don't have to hear them get after it.

After I had gotten both cups of coffee a realization hit me, now would be the perfect time to try and snag a little bit of pot. It'd be a good way for Frank and I to relax together other than just a smoke. He'd probably enjoy the pick me up as well. He never really smoked around Jamia, just around me and the rest of the guys. We all smoked now and then, nothing too heavy. I mean sure we've done other hard drugs, it comes with being a rockstar. Any time we met some other artist they would have something to offer us. Coke, mushrooms, ecstasy and acid just to name a few. Thankfully none of us ever became addicted, we just liked to have fun every now and then.

I made my way back to the bus quickly, setting both cups of coffee down on the small table in the front of the bus and then grabbing my phone out of my back pocket. We had since headed back towards New Jersey and were in Boston for the time being, which also just so happened to be a place where I had a few weed hook-ups. I called a few, none of them picking up, but eventually my friend Jake answered and told me that he had plenty to sell. I smirked and chuckled, giving him a vague idea of where the tour bus was then hung up the phone when he said he would be on his way. He said he'd be there in about fifteen minutes, which was just enough time to wait for Frank to wake up and tell him what I had planned.

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"Holy shit, this is some dank kush," Frank said as he exhaled the smoke he had just inhaled from my pipe. He had a big, shit-eating grin on his face as he passed it back over to me. He coughed lightly, covering his mouth and leaning closer to me. We were in the lounge area of the bus, hanging out just the two of us since the other guys had decided to go out and explore Boston up until it was time to go pick up Jamia from Belleville.

I was right though, this was exactly what Frank needed. I could tell after last night that he was just totally on edge. He had every right to feel that way. He'd been with her but a majority of this tour so far he'd been very conflicted about his feelings. While we were smoking though he had confessed to me that he figured out he was at the very least bisexual. Of course he hadn't figured that out until now, until after we had kissed on stage. He told me that it brought up a lot of feelings he hadn't ever felt before.

I nodded my head, taking my lighter and letting the flame catch a corner of the bowl after I had put the pipe up to my lips so that only a small portion of the pot started to burn since we were sharing. "You know that I'm pretty open about my sexuality, but I had to do a lot of experimenting to get where I am. I didn't want to rule anything out," I revealed confidently, letting my leg rest up against his. I wasn't trying to start anything, I just knew that he needed a friend more than anything right now. And since we are so close, regardless of our feelings, I was more than willing to just be there for him.

"So what you're saying is I need to come clean to Jamia and see if I can't try and figure things out for myself?" he asked, taking the pipe from me once I had passed it over to him again. I shrugged my shoulders but nodded my head once more. He pursed his lips and grimaced after thinking about it. "I'm not so sure that she'd be okay with all of this."

"The only way to find out is if you tell her bud," I said forlornly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving him a small hug. He laid his head on my shoulder and let out a long groan as he rubbed at his face nervously. I rubbed at his back reassuringly as we continued to puff on the bowl, his shoulders slowly becoming less tense the further along we got with the pot until it was cashed. Tonight was going to be a lot, I knew that much.

Notes

The next chapter is going to be a lot, I know that much. xD
But for now here's just some wholesome Frank and Gerard friendship time. Let me know what you guys think. :3
OH by the way, I've been thinking about putting up a story on here where some of the guys are vampires, it would be another Frerard, but would you guys mind letting me know if I should put it up or not? I'd really like to know. <3

xoxx ~Frankie Boy.